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hadriel_logs2018-10-07 09:48 pm
claritatis) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-10-07 09:48 pm
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Who: Ignis & Carlisle
What: Returning a lost pet
Where: Carlisle's garden
When: October 5th
Warnings: n/a
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[He should be on patrol. That's what he's meant to be doing, but his mind is almost entirely elsewhere as he walks well-trodden, all but memorised routes across the northernmost island.
For the last few days, he's had an on-again, off-again sensation of being watched, followed, with flashes of shapes in the very outermost periphery of his vision causing constant distractions when they occur. Up until now, he's managing to ignore it, keeping his mind on other things for the most part and blaming it, mostly, on something that is inflicting them thanks to the gods. Keeping that in mind helps, for the most part.
He almost misses the animal that hops across the path in front of him. The size of a small dog, like a large, entirely hairless rabbit. It could have been dismissed, if not for the harness the animal was wearing.
It does, at least, offer him something to focus on that isn't the shadow flickering just at the corner of his right eye. He shakes that off, turning his attention to tempting the animal towards him so that he can scoop it up into his arms.]
Hm, now, where did you run off from? [Ignis murmurs, rubbing two fingertips against the soft skin between Rabbit's ears. Carlisle wouldn't have let him go far, but with the state of the man's health... perhaps he took his eyes off him for a few moments too long. He decides on checking the garden first, holding the nug comfortably up against his chest and continuing to pet between his ears as he walks.
His love of animals isn't one that's widely known, but one that is most certainly true.]
Carlisle? [He reaches the edge of the garden and stops, scanning for the man. Could he have gone in the other direction looking for his pet?] ... I suppose you and I will just have to wait for him together, won't we?
What: Returning a lost pet
Where: Carlisle's garden
When: October 5th
Warnings: n/a
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[He should be on patrol. That's what he's meant to be doing, but his mind is almost entirely elsewhere as he walks well-trodden, all but memorised routes across the northernmost island.
For the last few days, he's had an on-again, off-again sensation of being watched, followed, with flashes of shapes in the very outermost periphery of his vision causing constant distractions when they occur. Up until now, he's managing to ignore it, keeping his mind on other things for the most part and blaming it, mostly, on something that is inflicting them thanks to the gods. Keeping that in mind helps, for the most part.
He almost misses the animal that hops across the path in front of him. The size of a small dog, like a large, entirely hairless rabbit. It could have been dismissed, if not for the harness the animal was wearing.
It does, at least, offer him something to focus on that isn't the shadow flickering just at the corner of his right eye. He shakes that off, turning his attention to tempting the animal towards him so that he can scoop it up into his arms.]
Hm, now, where did you run off from? [Ignis murmurs, rubbing two fingertips against the soft skin between Rabbit's ears. Carlisle wouldn't have let him go far, but with the state of the man's health... perhaps he took his eyes off him for a few moments too long. He decides on checking the garden first, holding the nug comfortably up against his chest and continuing to pet between his ears as he walks.
His love of animals isn't one that's widely known, but one that is most certainly true.]
Carlisle? [He reaches the edge of the garden and stops, scanning for the man. Could he have gone in the other direction looking for his pet?] ... I suppose you and I will just have to wait for him together, won't we?
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They are wasting their time.
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[He may not know Carlisle terribly well... but the man has not ever struck him as the kind to put his hopes into things, particularly when those things pertain to himself.
Ignis has some faith that Kate's efforts will turn up something, even if through her own stubborn perseverance.]
What makes you so certain?
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My affliction affects my very soul, and now, there is hardly anything left to save of it. Were I to pass, I would not even die properly. A failure until my very end.
[He hears that bitterness in his voice, his eyes glowing brighter with it; his old wounds ache sharply, suddenly, drawing his hand to his abdomen as his expression becomes tinged with subtle, but undeniable fear.]
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Easy... You should sit. [It's as gently as he's even spoken to the man - not pity, but a genuine concern for his expression and the way he moves as if in pain, the way the glow in his eyes suddenly brightens.]
You may have given up but she will not give up on you. I know she cares for you, as reticent as she can be in showing it.
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Perhaps she should consider showing it, given these may be my last days.
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[It is one of his own small, but persistent annoyances regarding Kate - how apparently impossible it is for her to be the least bit open about how she feels... even with him, at times. It's one thing to say that he knows how she feels, or why she acts the way she does, but another thing entirely to be on the receiving end of it.]
You've known her for some time, correct?
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[He steps aside to allow Ignis passage into the cottage.]
And she has always been like this, I am aware. I would insist that actions speak louder than any words, but even those have not always been considerate in regards to my own agency, particularly in matters where I should have, at the very least, the bare minimum. I have—
[He stifles a cough, but is admittedly grateful for the pause as it gives him a second to think over what honesty had been about to pour from him, much like the black bile; he decides to continue.]
I have... some difficulty in dealing with interpersonal relationships, and in discerning compassion from contempt when I believe someone to be... more than an acquaintance, I suppose. I am not a mind-reader. I prefer it when people speak earnestly with me, and I find it endlessly vexing when their actions contradict what they say, but... I suppose worse is to be treated as though nothing I say matters. As though I am defined by my frailty, and better left behind.
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I think most of us prefer honesty. [He muses aloud. All of this is an ample distraction from the flickering in the corners of his vision, though he does pause just a moment too long before he speaks, his attention entirely elsewhere.]
But I can understand that feeling your opinion has no bearing on how people proceed with actions that affect you directly would be... [To echo a word--] ... vexing.
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[He cuts off his little tirade, his expression falling as he notes Ignis' distraction; in that instant, he chides himself for being so foolish as to think he held the other man's attention for even a moment. He is speaking ill of Kate, to whom Ignis' devotion has no end. Why should he listen?
His fingers pick at the bandage on his arm as he turns away, busying himself with two mugs and his kettle.]
Nevermind. It will not matter much longer anyway, and I would rather her last memories of me not be us bickering.
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I'm sure you realise how important you are to her. That the reason she tries so hard for you is that you matter to her enough that she wants to.
[He flicks his attention up to Carlisle, focusing on him again with sharp blue-green eyes.]
She's difficult, we both know it well, but I have met few people more determined.
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Is something the matter, Ignis?
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Yes. I believe there is. More of Hadriel's nonsense, though it's bothering me more than I'd like.
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[He grabs a second mug, just in case.]
I find a drink sometimes helps take my mind off them, if only for a while. How is it they choose to feed this time?