Pretty sure there's a helluva lot more times and places than you think, Ignis.
[But maybe not this one. He might've overestimated himself here, or rather underestimated Ignis. Now the notion's there niggling at the back of his mind it changes the way he looks at the younger man. Not just how he considers him but literally the way he watches Ignis move is a little different, a touch more predatory than it had been.
When he stands to retrieve his dagger Nyx's eyes follow, watching the movement curiously, following the motion of his hips, the way he carries himself, the span of his shoulders...
It's a dangerous line of thought and Nyx is far too good at holding people at a distance to really consider it seriously, never mind the rules they'd be breaking... but damn if he can pull his gaze away.]
[The charged atmosphere isn't gone entirely, of course, and there's a delightful double meaning to Nyx's words. Ignis grabs hold of the dagger, and in a flash of crystal, stores it back in the armiger rather than pull it out of the wood.
He feels the eyes on him. It's a particularly strange feeling, he finds. Noctis gets all the attention wherever they go, as he should as the crown prince of the kingdom. Nobody pays attention to the servants, the chauffeurs, the bodyguards, the help, not if they don't have some official title and are part of King Regis' inner circle. Most of the time, Ignis passes by relatively unnoticed. There's no avoiding being the center of attention when they are the only two people in the room, but it's more than that.
He glances over his shoulder to catch that gaze.] I imagine you'd like to show me some examples. You are, after all, to teach me.
[The flicker of blue light is just Ignis showing off. The rest of the Glaive doesn't have access to his Majesty's armiger and it's one thing that Ignis has over on them.
Or maybe Nyx is just jealous.]
Oh I can show you plenty.
[A shrug, all confidence and bravado and not at all distracted by the sly look over his shoulder, the flicker of that breathtaking green gaze over an equally fantastic ass. Godsdammit.]
But I dunno if I can teach you exactly, some of it's just instinct. You've either got it or you don't.
But perhaps this is a reason you were intended to be my mentor. A learning experience for the both of us. I find out if I've got this ethereal got-it-or-don't quality you seek in Glaives, and I, in turn, teach you a little something of patience, hm?
...Not- [With quickly dropped eyes and a humbled little bow of his head.] -that I would presume to teach a renowned member of the Kingsglaive anything he does not already need to know.
Ah. So it's fine for me to suggest that you're impulsive, brash, impatient, and some of your acts of defiance come off as immature and as a desperate need to prove yourself despite your status?
[Two can smirk in this game.]
And not, then, apologize for such remarks? Truly remarkable, I'd say.
[He grins and this time he finally stands, moves closer to Ignis' space. One brow cocks and he tilts his head with a shrug. ]
Think what you want, not gonna argue most of it.
But I don't have to prove shit to anyone.
[He never asked for the title of "hero" and if you don't hear the derision in that when even his friends use it then Ignis you're not as good at politicking as he thought.]
[The only movement Ignis does is to turn fully around. Back grazing the beam behind him but by no means slouching. Heavens forbid.]
No. I suppose you don't. And yet-- [He raises a hand as if to indicate...himself, or more generally, people like him.] Lucians. Givimg you a new home, but always looking down their noses at you.
[That's less personal observation of Nyx himself and more the general countenance of those given refuge under the Wall. Grumblings at the market, frustrated tones sitting outside cafes. He raises his own challenging brow.] There's always someone to prove yourself to.
I can see why His Majesty likes you so much. Even if, at times, you may induce a headache. [An easy smile. Or at least easy as far as Ignis' guarded nature allows.] And I can fully see why you get the respect from you fellow officers. Perhaps this little matchup wasn't a mistake after all.
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[But maybe not this one. He might've overestimated himself here, or rather underestimated Ignis. Now the notion's there niggling at the back of his mind it changes the way he looks at the younger man. Not just how he considers him but literally the way he watches Ignis move is a little different, a touch more predatory than it had been.
When he stands to retrieve his dagger Nyx's eyes follow, watching the movement curiously, following the motion of his hips, the way he carries himself, the span of his shoulders...
It's a dangerous line of thought and Nyx is far too good at holding people at a distance to really consider it seriously, never mind the rules they'd be breaking... but damn if he can pull his gaze away.]
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He feels the eyes on him. It's a particularly strange feeling, he finds. Noctis gets all the attention wherever they go, as he should as the crown prince of the kingdom. Nobody pays attention to the servants, the chauffeurs, the bodyguards, the help, not if they don't have some official title and are part of King Regis' inner circle. Most of the time, Ignis passes by relatively unnoticed. There's no avoiding being the center of attention when they are the only two people in the room, but it's more than that.
He glances over his shoulder to catch that gaze.] I imagine you'd like to show me some examples. You are, after all, to teach me.
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Or maybe Nyx is just jealous.]
Oh I can show you plenty.
[A shrug, all confidence and bravado and not at all distracted by the sly look over his shoulder, the flicker of that breathtaking green gaze over an equally fantastic ass. Godsdammit.]
But I dunno if I can teach you exactly, some of it's just instinct. You've either got it or you don't.
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But perhaps this is a reason you were intended to be my mentor. A learning experience for the both of us. I find out if I've got this ethereal got-it-or-don't quality you seek in Glaives, and I, in turn, teach you a little something of patience, hm?
...Not- [With quickly dropped eyes and a humbled little bow of his head.] -that I would presume to teach a renowned member of the Kingsglaive anything he does not already need to know.
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Nyx starts out smirking and then laughs, low and throaty, grinning at Ignis.]
Oh cut the bullshit, Scientia. We're not in a council chamber. If you're gonna talk shit do it and don't apologize for it.
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[Two can smirk in this game.]
And not, then, apologize for such remarks? Truly remarkable, I'd say.
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[He grins and this time he finally stands, moves closer to Ignis' space. One brow cocks and he tilts his head with a shrug. ]
Think what you want, not gonna argue most of it.
But I don't have to prove shit to anyone.
[He never asked for the title of "hero" and if you don't hear the derision in that when even his friends use it then Ignis you're not as good at politicking as he thought.]
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No. I suppose you don't. And yet-- [He raises a hand as if to indicate...himself, or more generally, people like him.] Lucians. Givimg you a new home, but always looking down their noses at you.
[That's less personal observation of Nyx himself and more the general countenance of those given refuge under the Wall. Grumblings at the market, frustrated tones sitting outside cafes. He raises his own challenging brow.] There's always someone to prove yourself to.
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[He's not Libertus. He wears his tatts and his braids with pride, he keeps his altar and swears by the Serpent. That's enough for him.]
Good enough for the King, the rest of 'em can fuck off.
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