So you have returned, Kate. I am sorry for your misfortune.
[But Henry's tone of voice is sombre enough that it's obvious this isn't a social call.]
A incident of great import occurred in your absence. I know not if you are already aware, but I wished to inform you nonetheless. The gods' enemies are named the Null, and eleven days ago, they spoke to us over the network. In secret.
( By the time she left, this place's madness was starting to seem normal to her. And coming back, safe in the knowledge that they've solved the instability back home somewhat - that there are signed agreements and a new, hopefully better version of The Agency permanently set up -, is a weight off her shoulders.
But...
Oh boy.
There's a prolonged silence on the other end of the phone, nothing but breath and the shifting of papers - it's only been a few days since her memories of this place resurfaced and everything still jumbles up, gets lost in between the memories of three years spent back home. The mentions of something that killed the gods, of the city splitting in two, stuck with no power and nothing to hold back the monsters which infect the caves outside. Because they were trying to get away from something.
[Knock knock, Kate. Guess who it is this morning, holding some papers in his hand and looking as put together as he can be, given he's living in a murdercave.]
( What, is this her eviction notice? She's been quiet, okay. But Carlisle knows her schedule well enough, probably, by now, to know that he's caught her before she leaves to work herself to exhaustion, to stay busy long enough that she doesn't get bored or start dwelling on that entire murdercave and they're being chased by robots trying to kill the glowclouds keeping them alive thing.
Which is to say that Kate answers the door with her hair half-styled - one half of her hair in a tight braid, the other hanging loosely over a shoulder - and a cup of coffee in hand. Crappy coffee, but still. )
What's up?
( Eyes flicking from Carlisle's face to those papers, brow raising slowly. This is not how she expected her morning to go. )
( Well. That's not the phone call she was expecting at all, her heart skipping a beat at the news, silence lingering over the line for a long moment.
Well, it's not like her preferences for the gods have exactly been secret ever since she got past the whole trying to kill them to get home thing. )
... S'pose I better spar more.
( Her voice is as casual as it gets, but after the contents of her Fear dream, it might be a little easier to detect a forced quality to it. Dying is painful, and she doesn't want to go through it again. )
Fine. ( Her voice is clipped, tinged with a determination and terseness that sounds like fire. ) Don't plan on dyin' to idiots who want to side with murderers.
( The idea of dying isn't appealing at all. She'll just make sure it won't be an option. Anyone who wants her dead will have to catch her and defeat her first. )
We need to speak. Now. [That sure is an uncharacteristic, stern sort of urgency to Glacius' voice... but perhaps that's to be expected, given that he's worried his friend's life may be on the line.]
[So he has actually thought about this, and it isn't a spur of the moment decision or anything, but it's probably going to look that way. The timing probably won't help with that impression either, but since there's probably not ever going to be a really good time for this he might as well just do it now.]
I know there isn't any sort of formal employment at the clinic, but it still seems like the right thing to do to let you know I'm not going to be around as much. I'll help with what I can for rebuilding, though I wasn't really accomplishing anything on that front anyway.
[Which feels sort of fitting, somehow; he might as well be terrible at that part too.]
She didn't expect this message. So it's with a pause that Kate eventually decides that she'd rather have this conversation by audio. )
Alright. ( It's a bit of a blow, but she can't say no. Lance is exactly right. They're a volunteer thing; it's not like they're at all formal here. They can't afford to be. ) Any reason why?
( Her tone isn't exactly soft, but it's not demanding any answer either. She's just concerned about this decision so soon after he reminded the population that he's there to help out. )
( It won't be the first or the last time they walk here together, but his arm holding her close, keeping her warm in the freezing, short night, is unfamiliar in a way that makes it feel new. She keeps her arms wrapped around herself until they get indoors and they make their way up the stairs and through her door.
The door swings shut and the bag she brought with her gets unceremoniously dropped to the floor near the doorway, quickly forgotten about in favour of stretching her arms over her head and pressing her lips to his. )
[He has the look about him like he might be about to ask her a question, but is abruptly silenced the moment her arms come up around his neck. It shouldn't still surprise him like it does, but he's getting used to it.
The kiss lingers, the touch of her lips thawing the chill still settled over him from the air outside. When they draw apart, he smiles and removes his glasses, holding them loosely in one hand as he wraps his arms around her back.]
( In all honesty, Kate very nearly voted for death out of a sense of pure anger and hurt at what happened. She'd genuinely trusted Delight and, ironically, Delight's offer to protect her after the hitlist went out only served to strengthen Kate's resolve to help defend the city. But she agrees with Rage's point of view - should they kill one of the gods, it'd be their kind of luck that leaves them with a situation where all of the gods are needed. Especially now, with Sorrow dead.
For a moment, the only sound is her breath on the other sound of the line. )
We kill her, we're cutting off another resource. ( Said as matter-of-factly as always, the sound of fingers drumming against a surface of some kind quiet in the background. ) If she's alive and here, we can figure out some way of making her useful.
( Whether Hope is right that they can convince her, or whether that requires something more forceful and cruel, it seems pointless to destroy yet another resource at a time when they have so few of them. )
[ On one morning for no particular reason, Rose will send Kate a message. There's not any actual text attached to it. Instead, it's only a single image of her and Ignis cuddled up when exhaustion had settled in during the worst of the invasion.
She had told him she thought it might make a good wallpaper for her phone. That's what couples do, isn't it? Rose had a picture of Faith smiling at her as hers until it hurt to look at more than it helped. ]
( Most couples, maybe. But most couples probably don't have a photo of themselves, beat up and exhausted, covered in grime and with their clothes half-torn and working as makeshift bandages. )
Why are you sending me this?
( There's a lot of questions Kate could ask about this - why take it, how did she even find the time to take it - but the photo without any attached message confuses Kate more than anything. What's the reason for that, exactly? )
It's very touching to know that your friends care so deeply for you, but if I have to answer one more interrogation as to my intentions towards you, I may say something out of character.
[He hadn't rushed over right away. There were things to do, loose ends to wrap up, and he found it harder than he thought he would to tear himself away from Noctis after spending so long in the familiar scenario of being right by his side day and night.
But, eventually, he finds his way to Kate's door. With his general appearance in a remarkably good state despite the harsh conditions of the desert, he still finds himself lightly brushing a few grains of sand off his sleeves (will they never be free of the sand) before he knocks.
( There's a difference between knowing something and realizing it. Between acknowledging that you spend a lot of time with a person and really understanding what it's like be without them. It's a lesson Kate has learned many times, from losing people to simply taking a trip without them. The absence of a familiar presence, of warm laughter and a comforting weight at her side has been keenly felt during their respective excursions out of the city, for the days she's been stuck in Hadriel restless and alone.
It's fine, mostly. Mostly because there's that niggle of wondering - can a person go home outside of Hadriel, could they die and be outside hope's reach? The days progress as they always do, but it's just a little harder to sleep at night.
When the knock comes, Ignis is fortunate that Kate is - for a change - at home, halfway through cleaning the bathroom with bright yellow gloves and battered black jeans taking the brunt of cleaning products and dust and dirt.
She does, at least, remove the marigolds before answering, a thin sheen of sweat sticking her hair to her forehead. They'll never be free of sand or the heat that lingers in her top floor flat. )
...Hey.
( The smile that comes to her face is as automatic as the step backwards to let him in, and Kate doesn't think to fight it back down into her usual neutral expression. She's gotten used to his presence, and everything it means. The comfort and freedom to relax. )
( There's a multitude of things which go through her head when she reads that text. Memories of the last time she opened her heart to someone in this city and waking up to find them gone from the city, from the bed she's sleeping in.
She's been doing her best to push those thoughts down, but they're always there, dark at the corners of her mind. )
What else is there to do?
( She'd find some way to keep herself busy, drink too much. It was easier last time, when Faith was here to confide in. )
[Ignis has his priorities, and Kate is quite high on them. He looks alright, save for a little ruffled and harried, but he's far more concerned about how she's faring.]
( It's a good job she can lock the office door and tell people to bugger off. It saves them seeing the smile that comes to her face at seeing him. At least he's okay, and that's enough to help Kate shrug off some of the irritation at finding the clinic and guard HQ separated on this new planet. )
'M good. ( Though not entirely sure that the shorts and t-shirt she was wearing to combat the heat indoors is the correct attire for this new climate. Way too much like home in the bad ways. ) Guess we know why the Null wouldn't look here.
( If the only option was to divide the city into four islands. )
[It's good to not wake up feeling as if the entire room is an oppressive weight on top of your entire body. That, in fact, was the only good thing this place had going for it until the boats had allowed him to reunite with Noctis and Kate. He hadn't realised just how much the heat was bothering him until it wasn't a problem anymore.
He wakes up quickly, as always, and comes into the quiet, comfortable awareness of someone else sharing the bed with him. Without looking he know that he'll find a head of tousled pink hair and a hand clasped loosely around his wrist.
Ignis stretches subtly before he rolls over to kiss her forehead, propping himself up on one elbow and brushing her hair off her face.]
( She could be out of bed, getting ready to face the day - fixing her hair, working out, being active. That would be the usual order of things, and it was for the first couple of weeks of this new planet. Cooler, familiar weather and having to keep a bed at the clinic brought old habits back easily.
She could be out of bed, but the world outside the room feels so much less important when there's a familiar weight on the other side of her. He shifts and moves a loose piece of hair from her face, drops a soft kiss to her forehead and the fingers around his wrist tighten just enough to pull him down on top of her before her eyes slide open. )
( Well, this isn't the phone call she expected when stepping out of the shower, but okay. )
'S up with you?
( Don't get her wrong, she expected calls about Name's post - even sent several of her own messages - but they were what do we do nows and brainstorming. Not asking if there's anyone left to trust. )
[So Connor's been putting off visiting the Clinic, fortunately not because he needs any medical attention or anything, but he wants to ask some questions that might be... Suspicious. But he's feeling confident enough at this point to go ahead and show up, dressed in slightly better fitting clothes now but still with a beanie pulled down over his LED, focusing on the first person who seems to know what they're doing.]
Hello. I was hoping to ask a few questions, if you have time?
( It's easy enough to pick Kate out as staff, simply because she's usually found looking through shelves and making notes. But she also moves through the place as easily as she breathes - and of course she should, she was responsible for this building being created in the first place.
Not the organisation, but the building itself.
Brown eyes flick up from the notebook in her hand and Kate shifts things into one arm to gesture towards the office. It's an easy place to talk without getting in the way of any actual medical work. )
[On the morning of the 15th, not long after dawn but before he begins his usual training at 5 a.m., Henry pays a visit to Kate's work desk. He doesn't expect to find her there at this hour. He's simply there to leave a small parcel where she is bound to find it, along with a short note.
The note reads: Happy Birthday, Kate. The distinctly medieval handwriting quite obviously belongs to Henry.
The package contains two items: a three-fingered archer's glove of dark leather lined with linen, and a slim belt of leather dyed red made for wearing a quiver at the waist. The materials and buckles are of extremely fine quality and make. It's clear that they're not new but re-purposed, altered by Henry himself into new pieces meant to fit her. Henry believes in personal gifts with real meaning — both are made from remnants he kept of his original armour that was damaged beyond wearing in the incident that lead to his and Kate's friendship.
Knowing that Kate won't appreciate a fuss being made, he limits the celebration to just this single quiet gesture.]
( It's the kind of morning where a five am run doesn't feel that important, or where she feels like it's okay to get into the clinic at eight instead of six. A relaxing one, where the knowledge that it's probably her birthday by now doesn't even enter her mind until she gets in and sees the package on the table.
She blinks at the note, and again at the gifts, running fingers over material gently as she turns them over in her hands and the source of the material comes to mind, vague as the memories of Henry's original armour are by now.
...Right. )
Drinks tonight?
( There's the slightest of smiles on her face as she sends that message. )
[It took far longer than Ignis had anticipated to get back to Hadriel. A week had turned into more than two, with the storm that had fallen on them while they tried to return and the subsequent repairs that were required in the aftermath. They had all but limped back to the islands, drawing up on shore in the early hours of the morning.
One of Ignis' first thoughts on setting foot on land had, of course, been for a certain young woman. It's only an hour or so (time enough for a shower and a change into clothes not stiff with saltwater, in the very least) after he arrives that he makes his way to her doorstep, checking on a message still showing unread on his phone before he pushes the door open and walks in. He doesn't expect that she'll mind that he didn't knock.]
Kate?
[He calls out into the soft silence of her home, closing the door quietly behind him and shrugging off his coat. Hopefully the next place they go will have a little less constant rainfall.
There's a certain anticipation in this. It's been... weeks since he last saw her, with only sporadic contact that he had blamed on the distance and the fact that half the time he and Noctis were simply trying to keep themselves alive. The thought of having her in front of him again, having her in his arms again curls a warm need in the centre of his chest and prompts a lightness to his steps as he moves further inside.]
( She's home. But unlike most mornings, where Kate might be flitting from one end of the studio house to another, getting ready for the day, she's currently sat on the couch, poring over papers while coffee steams out of a cup. The stuff's vile, but it has caffeine, and right now? That's way more important.
It's not been an easy few weeks, even without counting the absence of the person she's grown to care for the most in this city, and it shows in the slump of her shoulders, the drumming of her fingers against the coffee table as she sits cross-legged on a chair. And there's something different about this place - a small bag that wasn't there before Ignis left, sitting on the floor, filled with somethings that haven't been taken out yet.
At first, the voice doesn't quite register. She blinks, shakes her head, and pulls her gaze away from pages of notes and towards the door.
...Did she miss a message?
It doesn't matter now. The simple moment of recognition seems to wash away the stress that's been plaguing her since the month began, and Kate pushes herself out of the chair and crosses to the door with a few hurried steps. )
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[But Henry's tone of voice is sombre enough that it's obvious this isn't a social call.]
A incident of great import occurred in your absence. I know not if you are already aware, but I wished to inform you nonetheless. The gods' enemies are named the Null, and eleven days ago, they spoke to us over the network. In secret.
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( By the time she left, this place's madness was starting to seem normal to her. And coming back, safe in the knowledge that they've solved the instability back home somewhat - that there are signed agreements and a new, hopefully better version of The Agency permanently set up -, is a weight off her shoulders.
But...
Oh boy.
There's a prolonged silence on the other end of the phone, nothing but breath and the shifting of papers - it's only been a few days since her memories of this place resurfaced and everything still jumbles up, gets lost in between the memories of three years spent back home. The mentions of something that killed the gods, of the city splitting in two, stuck with no power and nothing to hold back the monsters which infect the caves outside. Because they were trying to get away from something.
Right. )
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Which is to say that Kate answers the door with her hair half-styled - one half of her hair in a tight braid, the other hanging loosely over a shoulder - and a cup of coffee in hand. Crappy coffee, but still. )
What's up?
( Eyes flicking from Carlisle's face to those papers, brow raising slowly. This is not how she expected her morning to go. )
I missed their interactions, let's be real.
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[He sounds... angry? Like he's just past the conclusion of an unpleasant conversation.]
The Null are attempting to provoke us into murdering those they view to be in league with our hosts. Your name is on their list.
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Well, it's not like her preferences for the gods have exactly been secret ever since she got past the whole trying to kill them to get home thing. )
... S'pose I better spar more.
( Her voice is as casual as it gets, but after the contents of her Fear dream, it might be a little easier to detect a forced quality to it. Dying is painful, and she doesn't want to go through it again. )
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Fine. ( Her voice is clipped, tinged with a determination and terseness that sounds like fire. ) Don't plan on dyin' to idiots who want to side with murderers.
( The idea of dying isn't appealing at all. She'll just make sure it won't be an option. Anyone who wants her dead will have to catch her and defeat her first. )
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You should go to my temple until this is over.
Stay there. I can protect you.
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Already got somewhere to stay. I'll be fine.
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I know there isn't any sort of formal employment at the clinic, but it still seems like the right thing to do to let you know I'm not going to be around as much. I'll help with what I can for rebuilding, though I wasn't really accomplishing anything on that front anyway.
[Which feels sort of fitting, somehow; he might as well be terrible at that part too.]
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She didn't expect this message. So it's with a pause that Kate eventually decides that she'd rather have this conversation by audio. )
Alright. ( It's a bit of a blow, but she can't say no. Lance is exactly right. They're a volunteer thing; it's not like they're at all formal here. They can't afford to be. ) Any reason why?
( Her tone isn't exactly soft, but it's not demanding any answer either. She's just concerned about this decision so soon after he reminded the population that he's there to help out. )
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The door swings shut and the bag she brought with her gets unceremoniously dropped to the floor near the doorway, quickly forgotten about in favour of stretching her arms over her head and pressing her lips to his. )
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The kiss lingers, the touch of her lips thawing the chill still settled over him from the air outside. When they draw apart, he smiles and removes his glasses, holding them loosely in one hand as he wraps his arms around her back.]
A shocking ulterior motive.
[Not really.]
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Justice, or mercy? Treachery warrants death. Yet do we condemn their kind by taking her life? We fought so hard to protect them...
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For a moment, the only sound is her breath on the other sound of the line. )
We kill her, we're cutting off another resource. ( Said as matter-of-factly as always, the sound of fingers drumming against a surface of some kind quiet in the background. ) If she's alive and here, we can figure out some way of making her useful.
( Whether Hope is right that they can convince her, or whether that requires something more forceful and cruel, it seems pointless to destroy yet another resource at a time when they have so few of them. )
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She had told him she thought it might make a good wallpaper for her phone. That's what couples do, isn't it? Rose had a picture of Faith smiling at her as hers until it hurt to look at more than it helped. ]
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Why are you sending me this?
( There's a lot of questions Kate could ask about this - why take it, how did she even find the time to take it - but the photo without any attached message confuses Kate more than anything. What's the reason for that, exactly? )
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( ... What a lovely way to put that. )
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I'd say they mean well...
I mean Eddie probably does...
Richie's just a shit.
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( It's a shame you can't see the facepalm she did when she read this, Ignis. )
This is getting ridiculous.
( Well maybe y'all shouldn't be so obvious. )
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But, eventually, he finds his way to Kate's door. With his general appearance in a remarkably good state despite the harsh conditions of the desert, he still finds himself lightly brushing a few grains of sand off his sleeves (will they never be free of the sand) before he knocks.
And then, rather than calling out, he waits.]
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It's fine, mostly. Mostly because there's that niggle of wondering - can a person go home outside of Hadriel, could they die and be outside hope's reach? The days progress as they always do, but it's just a little harder to sleep at night.
When the knock comes, Ignis is fortunate that Kate is - for a change - at home, halfway through cleaning the bathroom with bright yellow gloves and battered black jeans taking the brunt of cleaning products and dust and dirt.
She does, at least, remove the marigolds before answering, a thin sheen of sweat sticking her hair to her forehead. They'll never be free of sand or the heat that lingers in her top floor flat. )
...Hey.
( The smile that comes to her face is as automatic as the step backwards to let him in, and Kate doesn't think to fight it back down into her usual neutral expression. She's gotten used to his presence, and everything it means. The comfort and freedom to relax. )
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She's been doing her best to push those thoughts down, but they're always there, dark at the corners of her mind. )
What else is there to do?
( She'd find some way to keep herself busy, drink too much. It was easier last time, when Faith was here to confide in. )
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[Ignis has his priorities, and Kate is quite high on them. He looks alright, save for a little ruffled and harried, but he's far more concerned about how she's faring.]
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'M good. ( Though not entirely sure that the shorts and t-shirt she was wearing to combat the heat indoors is the correct attire for this new climate. Way too much like home in the bad ways. ) Guess we know why the Null wouldn't look here.
( If the only option was to divide the city into four islands. )
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He wakes up quickly, as always, and comes into the quiet, comfortable awareness of someone else sharing the bed with him. Without looking he know that he'll find a head of tousled pink hair and a hand clasped loosely around his wrist.
Ignis stretches subtly before he rolls over to kiss her forehead, propping himself up on one elbow and brushing her hair off her face.]
lie more
She could be out of bed, but the world outside the room feels so much less important when there's a familiar weight on the other side of her. He shifts and moves a loose piece of hair from her face, drops a soft kiss to her forehead and the fingers around his wrist tighten just enough to pull him down on top of her before her eyes slide open. )
Mornin'.
i haaaate it
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Kate. I need to know that there is one person in this wretched place whom I can trust.
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'S up with you?
( Don't get her wrong, she expected calls about Name's post - even sent several of her own messages - but they were what do we do nows and brainstorming. Not asking if there's anyone left to trust. )
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can we meet?
text. nts: don't tag this with a dragon age
Alright. Where?
text. but dragons
From:text. kate doesn't like dragons ok :(
From:text. dont tell that to kaiba ok
From:text. noted.
From:action. forgive my engrish btw wow
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From:[Action] just randomly hitting up your inbox oops lemme know if this doesn't work or something
Hello. I was hoping to ask a few questions, if you have time?
it always works ;D
Not the organisation, but the building itself.
Brown eyes flick up from the notebook in her hand and Kate shifts things into one arm to gesture towards the office. It's an easy place to talk without getting in the way of any actual medical work. )
...Sure. What's up?
8D
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The note reads: Happy Birthday, Kate. The distinctly medieval handwriting quite obviously belongs to Henry.
The package contains two items: a three-fingered archer's glove of dark leather lined with linen, and a slim belt of leather dyed red made for wearing a quiver at the waist. The materials and buckles are of extremely fine quality and make. It's clear that they're not new but re-purposed, altered by Henry himself into new pieces meant to fit her. Henry believes in personal gifts with real meaning — both are made from remnants he kept of his original armour that was damaged beyond wearing in the incident that lead to his and Kate's friendship.
Knowing that Kate won't appreciate a fuss being made, he limits the celebration to just this single quiet gesture.]
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She blinks at the note, and again at the gifts, running fingers over material gently as she turns them over in her hands and the source of the material comes to mind, vague as the memories of Henry's original armour are by now.
...Right. )
Drinks tonight?
( There's the slightest of smiles on her face as she sends that message. )
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From:action; forward-dated after the storms
One of Ignis' first thoughts on setting foot on land had, of course, been for a certain young woman. It's only an hour or so (time enough for a shower and a change into clothes not stiff with saltwater, in the very least) after he arrives that he makes his way to her doorstep, checking on a message still showing unread on his phone before he pushes the door open and walks in. He doesn't expect that she'll mind that he didn't knock.]
Kate?
[He calls out into the soft silence of her home, closing the door quietly behind him and shrugging off his coat. Hopefully the next place they go will have a little less constant rainfall.
There's a certain anticipation in this. It's been... weeks since he last saw her, with only sporadic contact that he had blamed on the distance and the fact that half the time he and Noctis were simply trying to keep themselves alive. The thought of having her in front of him again, having her in his arms again curls a warm need in the centre of his chest and prompts a lightness to his steps as he moves further inside.]
Are you home?
weeps
It's not been an easy few weeks, even without counting the absence of the person she's grown to care for the most in this city, and it shows in the slump of her shoulders, the drumming of her fingers against the coffee table as she sits cross-legged on a chair. And there's something different about this place - a small bag that wasn't there before Ignis left, sitting on the floor, filled with somethings that haven't been taken out yet.
At first, the voice doesn't quite register. She blinks, shakes her head, and pulls her gaze away from pages of notes and towards the door.
...Did she miss a message?
It doesn't matter now. The simple moment of recognition seems to wash away the stress that's been plaguing her since the month began, and Kate pushes herself out of the chair and crosses to the door with a few hurried steps. )
Been a while.
( Yep. Totally casual that. )
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