driftfleet | Recipe #002

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Recipe #002 - Waking Up

Who: Ignis Scientia
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Ignis' room, First Breath
When: October 1st

Action - Ignis' Room, First Breath

[Falling asleep was easy. Exhaustion had played such a huge part of things when Ignis's head had touched his pillow that night after watching the meteor strike Lyuku. Waking up, on the other hand, is difficult. Everything feels stiff and he's not sure that he really wants to face it. Suddenly, he understands how Noctis has felt on more than one occasion.

A sound to his left catches his attention and he turns his head in that direction, pulling on the scar tissue around his left eye, nose and forehead.]

The Six take me... Gladio, is that you?

[No, this isn't Zegnatus. No bed in the dread fortress was this...comfortable isn't the world. Familiar. This bed is familiar, but not the bed he had in Insomnia. It takes a minute as he attempts to open his sightless eyes out of habit.]

Noct? Prompto?

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[Blind men can't see buttons to make it audio only, so take in his nifty scars. ~~It seems the Atroma have taken his sunglasses.~~]

I feel I must apologize to anyone who has been worried about me since the excitement with the inhabitants of Lyuku. I appear to have gone back to Eos for a short period of time.

You may find me on the First Breath should you wish to talk in person.

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You don't have to apologize. And don't be stupid, Ignis. The knowledge is still in your head. I'll be right over.

[Just because he's blind doesn't mean he doesn't still know more than her about these stupid modern appliances. She's not going to let him stress about that, of all things, honestly. Besides, it's really just an excuse to hang out with him at this point, anyway.

True to her word, she grabs a shuttle and heads over immediately.]

[He hates sitting around and since he does have his cane but not his sunglasses, he doesn't care. With no help from Noctis, Lunafreya or Prompto, he manages to make his way down to the shuttle bay to wait for her arrival.]

Welcome back to the First Breath, Velvet.

Thanks.

[She tilts her head, thoughtful, as she approaches him.]

Looks like you're getting around the ship okay so far.

[He gives her a brief smile, raising his cane.]

I have had a few weeks to adjust to my new life before returning back to the Fleet. So long as Noctis and Prompto don't dog my every move, I might even do better on my own.

[She studies him, his face. The scars are impressive, and she has to admit she's curious.

She also sort of has an urge to touch them, but she's ignoring that for now.]

You want to go somewhere to talk?

[She knows she used the lessons as a pretense for coming over, but they can do something else. It's not a big deal if they don't cook.]

[He might not be able to see her, but he can feel her eyes on him as they stand near one another.]

Noctis should be in the kitchen. He's attempting to take up the slack for now.

If you don't wish to talk with him nearby, the only place we can have privacy is my room. However, the lounge on our ship is rather nice from what I remember.

Noctis knows how to cook?

[She sounds a little surprised.

Then she shrugs. Not that he can see it, but that's okay.]

We can go to your room.

[The lounge is probably nice, but probably just as likely to have people walking in and out as the kitchen.]

Many times during our travels, Noctis has helped me make meals, but I suppose that having the correct augment helps at this point.

[Not that Ignis has had much time to attempt to check out any cooking that Noctis has done by himself.

He turns around carefully in the hallway, using both his free hand and his cane to make his way through the corridors to his own room.]

I'm not really certain what the state of my own quarters is. Noctis and Prompto have been watching over me while I slept.

[She's seen the memory of Noctis' own apartment.]

[She huffs out a chuckle. Yeah, she remembers that memory.]

You want me to tell if they made a mess of it?

[One. Two. Three. Twenty. Fifty. One hundred steps and they are near his room again. He moves steady and measured along with the cane as if he has always had it.]

Not at all. If it is anything like I suspect, I am better off not being able to see it.

[It's nothing close to what he thinks, but he knows it's not what it would look like if he hadn't fallen into his coma.]

[Velvet doesn't hover or anything, he seems to know what he's doing and she has enough respect for him to let him do it.

She does look around the room when they get there, though.]

Well, it could be worse.

[She can't help but comment. It's not nearly as bad as the memory of his she saw.]

[That draws a slight chuckle from him as he hooks his cane around the leg of the desk chair to situate it closer to the bed as he positions himself on the edge of the mattress.]

I will survive, surely. I can have one of them helping me clear this up later.

[He taps the chair with his cane. So what if it's closer than it should be. It's not that important, is it?]

Please, feel free to sit.

Thanks.

[She takes a seat. She doesn't seem to mind the placement of the chair.]

You think they can meet your standards?

[He cracks a smile at her. It feels good to be around someone who isn't about to try and treat him differently.]

Perhaps not. They appear to be extremely difficult for others to live up to without sacrifice.

[He shrugs slightly. His life has been about sacrifice, so it doesn't bother him.]

I remember speaking to you and then going to sleep. I had no thought that this could happen.

[She glances around the room again.]

I wonder if I could.

[Her tone is lightly teasing, but also contemplative. She's been cleaning the Red Fish kind of obsessively since she realized Eleanor died. On some level she's always looking for distractions, Cleaning is a good one.

But after a moment she looks at him again.]

Something similar happened to one of my crew mates. He went to sleep and woke up a few days later missing an eye.

[Kind of messed up of the Atroma to pull that sort of shit, honestly.]

[Despite the fact that he can't fully see her, he can feel exactly where she is, hear where her voice is coming from and he cocks his head to the side in question.

There feels as if there's something rather pointed in that small sentence.]

You've no problem dealing with me as a teacher.

[Besides, it's not as if he's going to see if she misses something minor now. Before it might have been a slight, but now it wouldn't make a dent at all in their relationship.]

Did your crew mate have any forewarning of something like that happening to him?

[She shifts a little and sighs.]

Not that I know of, but he wasn’t really in a hurry to talk about it.

[Then she cocks her head a little, not that he can see it, but it’s just how she is.]

Did you?

[It's strange all the little sounds he can pick up in the nearly quiet room, like Velvet's hair shifting as she tilts her head. It's enough that he can almost picture it without having to see her complete the action. And while the question is personal, he doesn't mind answering.

Which leaves something to consider later. Much later. ]

Yes, I've known almost since I arrived what would happen if I returned home. If Noctis had not told me, Ardyn would've used it to taunt us all. He attempted many times anyway.

[Oh, that makes sense. She can sympathize, actually. Knowing what the future holds is a difficult thing to deal with.]

It's kind of weird, isn't it? Knowing what's going to happen.

To be honest, it's not something I've put much thought into before now. It's one thing to know something will happen and another to live through it.

[The pain is something he won't ever forget, that's for sure.]

I've known since the incident when we shared our memories together what these scars would look like. They are...rather dramatic.

[Velvet can be a little impulsive. So when he brings attention to his scars she can’t quite stop herself from reaching out to touch his face. The touch is feather light, like she’s not used to touching people and isn’t sure it’s a good idea. But she still does it.]

They’re not so bad.

[She doesn’t deny they’re dramatic, but there’s nothing wrong with carrying scars.]

[She might as well have burned him with her touch. Prompto and the others have touched him in efforts to guide him and help him from falling flat on his face, but... No one has touched his face since...ever. Especially not since his injury.

His breathing is uncharacteristically shaky as he attempts to figure out what the hell to do or say. He does nothing but sit there until the shock clears and reason takes control of his mind once more.]

I suppose not, but I will admit that I have some vanity and they cannot be simply covered up.

[She pulls her hand back when he seems to tense up. Oops, good job, Velvet. Maybe don't touch people's scars without permission.

He doesn't seem angry though, so she doesn't make a big deal out of it. She just folds her hands in her lap to help control her impulses as she listens to what he has to say.]

I guess that makes sense.

[As soon as she pulls her hand away, he feels the lose and frowns.]

You haven't hurt me, if that's what you're worried about, Velvet.

[And of course he isn't angry. Why would he be?]

[She was, in fact, a little worried about that, yeah.]

Oh...good. I didn’t mean to be rude, either.

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