[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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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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