[It's late when the restlessness finally gets the best of him. Ignis almost wishes for once that his nightmares hadn't been so absent when he finally slipped into an exhausted sleep after the Storyteller had gotten them out of the caverns. One can't be restless when they are exhausted, can they? If he hadn't been months without it at this point, Ignis would just blame a can too many of Ebony for the incessant itch that crawls under his skin attempting to force him into motion. He's a man of both action and thought. One should satisfy as much as the other, but it doesn't. Not now. Not since he heard that those who had passed were back.
Which, of course, meant he was back.
Ignis still hasn't fully processed what happened between he and Ardyn down in the caverns. Oh, the facts are easy enough to deal with, but the feelings are much harder, and each time he tries to pack them away, they spill free of their confines forcing him to start all over again. He's angry on one hand, having had yet another of the Chancellor's offers of aid pressed upon him with no choice but acceptance. The very thought causes a violent sense of violation to wash over him though he's not sure why it causes such a strong reaction, especially since, on the other hand, that aid allowed him to stay by Noctis and Prompto's sides through this whole thing. He missed not a day, not an hour, and Ardyn is the reason no matter how he tries to spin things to make it not so.
It's the right thing to do, his mind tells him, to check on the man who died so he could live, and yet polite and proper as the action is, it's dangerous to face Ardyn in such an uncertain state. Ignis tells himself just to wait, but the restlessness is not so patient.
By the time he manages to navigate his way to the shack where Ardyn lives, darkness has fallen. Ignis won't admit to himself whether this is done by accident or design. It is some kind of concession to the fact Ardyn himself is more comfortable in the dark? Well, it's not like day or night matters to a blind man.
He takes a deep, steadying breath before finally calling out.]
C: The ScourgeShack, Late
Which, of course, meant he was back.
Ignis still hasn't fully processed what happened between he and Ardyn down in the caverns. Oh, the facts are easy enough to deal with, but the feelings are much harder, and each time he tries to pack them away, they spill free of their confines forcing him to start all over again. He's angry on one hand, having had yet another of the Chancellor's offers of aid pressed upon him with no choice but acceptance. The very thought causes a violent sense of violation to wash over him though he's not sure why it causes such a strong reaction, especially since, on the other hand, that aid allowed him to stay by Noctis and Prompto's sides through this whole thing. He missed not a day, not an hour, and Ardyn is the reason no matter how he tries to spin things to make it not so.
It's the right thing to do, his mind tells him, to check on the man who died so he could live, and yet polite and proper as the action is, it's dangerous to face Ardyn in such an uncertain state. Ignis tells himself just to wait, but the restlessness is not so patient.
By the time he manages to navigate his way to the shack where Ardyn lives, darkness has fallen. Ignis won't admit to himself whether this is done by accident or design. It is some kind of concession to the fact Ardyn himself is more comfortable in the dark? Well, it's not like day or night matters to a blind man.
He takes a deep, steadying breath before finally calling out.]
Chancellor. I would have words with you.