[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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[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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