Recipe #002 - Waking Up

[blindrecipe]

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?

Video

[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.

Comments

[blindrecipe]

Yes, we certainly can, but if we want something from Eos, I have a feeling that we'll have to dance to our captors' tune for a while.

[You know, like kiss and make out and make other people jealous, perhaps.]

Yes, it is. And even canned, it's better than the low-quality grounds we receive from the Atroma.

[brainiest]

I feel like I do a lot of that anyway.

[ She does her job and gets into scrapes - it's as if she's still a danger magnet. ]

I've never seen canned coffee before, but I haven't really been in the muggle world recently...

[blindrecipe]

Perhaps we all do, but I think the trick is to feel as if we have some choice in how much dancing we do.

[Trouble seems to be find everyone, but that's something that they can't control and Ignis isn't about to lose any sleep over it. He'll just try his best to keep her as safe as he possibly can. If he can.]

I can't say for your world, but it's extremely popular on Eos. As well as Noctis' energy drinks. I think they're called "Daemon". Something like that.

[They taste awful, but they work in keeping the group alive in tricky battles. That's all that matters to Ignis.]

[brainiest]

I suppose you're right. We can try and be boring if we really want to.

[ She's not entirely sure how successful that will be, given her nature, but she can try. She's never liked being the subject of scrutiny - especially when it had been her love life splashed all over newspapers. ]

They sound... Interesting. We had pumpkin juice, mostly, and Butterbeer if we went out to get some.

[blindrecipe]

[He smiles over and down at her, pulling her arm closer to him still.]

I can't imagine you ever being boring, Hermione.

[Because he's always found her exciting, even when they were just sitting and talking to one another.]

They're foul, but they can be used to heal wounds in battle. Otherwise, I wouldn't bother with the disgusting things. However, I think I'd like to try the food and drink of your world. Perhaps, if I had a recipe, I could recreate them.

[brainiest]

[ She goes, leaning closer, because there's nowhere else she wants to be. ]

You didn't see me at school.

[ Terribly boring and an awful bookworm. It was mostly getting caught up with Harry that made her interesting, other than her time turner, she supposed, and dating Viktor... ]

I wonder if I can try and remember how they were made. I was never very good at domestic magic.

[ Though, to be fair, she never had much time nor reason to learn. ]

[blindrecipe]

[They do seem to fit together well.]

No, but I have a feeling I would have gotten along with you even then.

[He so would've been a Ravenclaw as well. Probably in the same boat as Hermione herself.]

You don't have to be perfect. It would be difficult to be around you all the time if you were.

[Pot. Kettle. Cauldron. Or something like that.]

[brainiest]

I think you might be right. I didn’t have many friends, but I’d have liked to have had you as one of them.

[ She wonders, absently, if he’d have liked the girl she was before the Drabwurld better than who she is now, but it’s a silly thing to think about. She can’t change herself, after all, can she? Those are her experiences and she can’t get rid of them. ]

I could say the same to you, you know. I’m very fond of you, Ignis. All parts of you.

[ The parts that worry and fret, the soft and kind parts, the stern and serious. She likes him for who he is. ]

[blindrecipe]

You say that now, but I see how many friends you have here on the Fleet. You seem to have bloomed from the girl you were. You needn't keep comparing yourself from then and now.

[It doesn't matter who she was. She is who she is and that's who he likes. Although, he's pretty sure that he'd've liked her anyway. It's just a feeling.]

Is that right? And just what parts do you think you're most fond of?

[Fishing for compliments? Not really. But, to hear her talk about him, yep.]

[brainiest]

It's difficult not to. I'm a very different person now.

[ Grown up and scarred and just. Different.

Her eyebrows raise, though, and she stares up at him before she deliberately hums. ]

I don't know. I hadn't thought about making a list.

[ She definitely had. ]

[blindrecipe]

Hermione, we all grow and change from the people we were as children. Fundamentally, we are the same people, but the outside that others can see changes all the time.

[He smiles at her comment. It's good to have some levity after all the seriousness of his friends treating him as if he were glass.]

Should you change your mind, I wouldn't say no to hearing you recite them. In great detail.

And in return, I should be willing to do the same.

[brainiest]

Sometimes I wonder what people might say about me, then.

[ Harry, or Ron, or anyone else from her world - or someone from the Drabwurld, dropping in and seeing her now.

At least she has Ignis, and her smile is soft. ]

I'll make an effort to write them down, just for you.

[blindrecipe]

It doesn't matter what others say about you. Not to me. It only matters what you do.

[And he knows what sort of person she is. And he adores her for it.

But, because of their game, and perhaps more because he wants to tell her this, feels safe enough to be bolder, he leans down to whisper in her ear.]

I would rather you tell me when the moment strikes, Hermione. Lists are all fine and well, but I would rather hear your voice.

[brainiest]

I'm glad. I'm doing my best to be... The best I can be, I suppose.

[ But, oh, he's leaning down to whisper to her, and Hermione feels her cheeks flush a violent red even as she turns, smiling as she tilts herself closer. ]

Then I'll make sure I come and tell you. I wouldn't want to deprive you.