( It isn't all that often Kate sleeps this deeply, or this long. But then, it isn't all that long since she collapsed from exhaustion. Her body still pulls her under for proper rest once it finds the chance, repairing all the damage done during the invasion in the most tried and true way: simple time. So she lets it. She doesn't really have a choice in the matter.
And she isn't really paying much of any attention to where her hand goes; the unconscious itch of discomfort, of worry, that peeks through a deep sleep a quickly disappearing spike as fingers find skin and rest against it.
By the time she wakes up, the first sun is high in the sky and god only knows what time it is, or if the clock on their phones is even correct any more. Slowly, she pulls herself from pillows and blinks until her eyes see things clearly again. )
... Morning.
( And she'll be taking her hand back now, using it to rub the last remnants of sleep from her eyes as she sits up. )
[He doesn't remember intending to go back to sleep, but time is hard to measure when the night only lasts a few hours and you can't be sure if the only clock you have access to is correct. When she stirs he does too, alert from the moment he opens his eyes, and the momentary surprise at finding himself in an unfamiliar room with someone sharing the bed barely lasts a fraction of a second before he smiles and sits up as well.]
Good morning. [The greeting comes out soft, and he pushes one hand through his hair as he stifles a small yawn. It falls back across his face immediately, and he brushes it out of his eyes to look at her.
Even without his glasses he can still see that she's stunning.]
( She might have had some idea if she'd looked at the time before bed, but she was otherwise preoccupied with catching her breath and all the sounds he'd been making moments prior. Kate shrugs, pushing herself out of bed and stretching. )
Ask if you want coffee, but —
( Well. There's not exactly anything to make coffee with, at the moment. )
[As it turns out, he's fairly vocal, if still quiet, and neither of those things had come of any particular surprise to him. He watches her get out of bed, following her movements with the smallest of smiles on his face - that same one Henry had so ably noticed, the one he can't quite keep from happening.
She mentions coffee and he can't help but laugh.]
I appreciate the thought.
[What he wouldn't do for a good cup of Ebony. He shifts out of bed and goes hunting about the room for his clothes.]
We should do this again. [He tells her, finding one sock and looking around in puzzled amusement for the other.] And preferably soon, I'd suggest. Or thinking about it is going to become a terrible distraction-- ah. [The other sock.] There you are.
( It's a good thing. She certainly doesn't mind the way it makes things clear, or the fact that he quite neatly unwinds under the right sort of touching and kissing.
As for Kate, she seems quite content as is, shorts still discarded on the floor as she grabs a towel that's been hung over the edge of the bed. )
... Were the plan.
( Sorry, Ignis, she's biting the inside of her mouth to keep from laughing at that response. )
[As she suppresses the urge to laugh he catches her eye and smiles, easily and warmly.]
I suppose it did go without saying.
[With his underwear and trousers retrieved and pulled back on (his shirt is still on the couch, he remembers, and his glasses too) he moves to her and drops a quick, so very casual kiss against the side of her head.]
Longing for coffee aside, I'll happily settle for water that doesn't make me act strangely.
( The problem with habit is sometimes you start doing things without realising they don't need to be done - like gathering your towel for the shower. Which Kate promptly remembers as soon as the comment about water's dropped.
Well then. The towel gets discarded on a chest of drawers, sat right next to a rather tatty looking stuffed elephant toy, the kind of thing which seems (and is) decades old. Instead, Kate pulls out underwear from the drawers and tosses them on the bed to be pulled on later with whatever clothes she finds suitable for this day which is steadily growing warmer. )
Have a few bottles in the cupboards. Help yourself.
( For the moment, Kate will content herself with heading to the bathroom, brushing teeth and walking out with a brush raking through hair she's finally pulled out of its braid. )
[A moment is taken to look at the stuffed elephant - not something he would have expected to see here - but he doesn't comment on it and instead leaves the room in search of his shirt (on the couch) and glasses (behind a cushion).
With both items back in their proper places and a bottle of water in his hand he sits down on the couch and exhales slowly, finally feeling able to take stock of his current situation. What he has with Kate now is... far more than he had ever considered having with anyone. Intimate relationships had never been something that time had been spent on thinking about and now--
Now, he doesn't have to think very hard to feel the memory of her touch on his skin or to recall the sounds she'd made... and the ones she'd drawn out of him. Things feel just that little bit different, in a way he can't quite put his finger on, but they do not feel wrong.
He's still halfway deep in thought when she reappears, and no doubt his expression betrays that his mind is elsewhere on top of the fact he barely appears to notice her entrance.]
( (And just what is wrong with elephants, stuffed or otherwise?)
It's a few minutes until Kate gets back to the living room, finally dressed, faded hair braided into a crown that loops around her head as she tucks the ends into place and tilts her head at the lump of Ignis sat on the couch, appearing half-dazed.
And not simply because she's gorgeous. Rude. )
Still tired?
( She doubts it. The expression isn't quite tired, but she can't put her finger on what it is instead. Contemplative? )
...What's up?
( It's asked as her fingers find the lid of the water bottle he has in hand, a silent request for a drink. )
[The bottle is tilted towards her and he lets her take it while the recognition of her presence draws its usual smile, if a somewhat distracted one.]
It's nothing. [He brushes his hair away from his forehead like it shouldn't be there, but it falls back instantly. There's going to be no getting away from walking back to his apartment looking like this.]
She takes a drink before considering her reply, placing the bottle on the coffee table and smoothing hands down her thighs reflexively. Years of watching relationships from the outside only does so much to help you figure out where to go with any of it, and a brief fling from years ago doesn't do much more. It takes a pause and slow words to approach this correctly, because the initial reaction in her gut screams flight, rooted in nothing but the fear of more pain.
Us. That, she supposes, is what they are - or at least could be -, but hearing it is another thing entirely. )
How so?
( Us.
It's what some part of her would like them to be, she supposes. )
[He laughs softly, clasping his hands together and looking down at them. Saying that didn't come without its own reaction on his part - the knotting in the pit of his stomach can't be easily ignored.]
It's... strange. I never realised I'd become so used to never wanting anything just for myself. [Ignis doesn't look at her as he reaches out and lightly grasps her wrist. Everything had always been for Noct, for Lucis, but never just for him.]
( She's not quite sure what she was expecting to hear there, but that clearly wasn't it and it's obvious by the expression that flits across her face, the slight flush to her skin, the soft o her mouth forms before closing. She presses her lips together, and for a moment remembers a time when her world boiled down to her brother and nothing else. When the friends she ended up making were regarded as nothing more than acquaintances and every part of her was nothing more than resigned to a job and a life she hated.
Even then, she'd wanted Marc to find the answers as much to secure her freedom from The Agency as anything else.
But all of that lingers far in her past. Years have been dedicated to other things, and in amongst it all, she began to find something more. And the more time passes, the more seems to be unearthed. Skills and passions, and a craving for happiness that has nothing to do with work or duty.
Though Kate doesn't say any of this. Of course not. That would require the ability to use more than ten words at any one time. And she isn't really sure what to say anyway. But a kiss seems more than adequate to express all of the things she isn't saying right now. )
It's enough, and she doesn't need to say anything for him to understand the meaning behind it. He leans into it, a light touch skimming up the line of her jaw before fingers slide into her hair, and Ignis feels... right. Different, but right.
When the kiss breaks he follows it with a smaller, softer one against her lips, then another, then he smiles.]
( It's strange, how quickly you can get used to these little things. How something like providing your response in the form of a kiss can quickly feel like the most natural thing in the world to do. She might not know what to say about that explanation, might not be able to understand how it feels to realise that or be at all used to the concept of hearing such things (but it's getting easier, since she and Faith finally said they were best friends, since the telepathic link locked in between them), but a kiss feels like a thank you.
Thank you for choosing me. For being here, now, and making this place better.
Kate's hand instinctively goes to try and find a loose piece of hair and finds nothing with it braided up around her head, instead tugging on an earlobe for a lack of anything else. )
No.
( Not that it needs to be said.
A pause lingers for a moment before Kate tilts her head slightly. )
This an 'us', then?
( and not just a thing she'll describe with a heavy pause before stumbling over the word "friend". )
[How strange, indeed, and stranger still how quickly one can become used to it feeling so natural when it hasn't even entered into your consideration of things until the last few weeks. All at once, Hadriel is brighter for having one particular person in it, and there's a kind of humble gratitude in being granted the opportunity for an experience that he would otherwise have never been allowed. One that he would not have allowed himself.
He looks at her when she asks the question, quietly searching her face for something. The way that he smile (just a little, the softest upwards tilt of his lips) says that he might have found it.]
I believe it is.
[They haven't talked about what this is, not really, but now feels as good a time as any.]
( They didn't talk about it for the same reasons they danced around ages and experience— it felt less awkward to just fall into things without speaking too much about it. But there's something to be said about having words and meanings to affix to what's going on. It makes things real, like the first time she called Faith her best friend in the wake of being brought back to life.
And honestly, she can think of several reasons to object — they're in a city that takes people in and spits them out just as easily, in the midst of a war no one asked for, and he is so much younger than she ever thought acceptable — but only one thing falls from her lips: )
None.
( The city may spit one or both of them out before they know it, but the world itself does that, and she's put her life on hold for the sake of the bigger picture already. It's tiring.
But if neither of them have objections, there's a city outside which beckons for her, for both of them, to get stuck in and working. So Kate stands, stretches her arms above her head, and steps towards her front door. )
[Had she objected, for those reasons, it would have been something that Ignis could understand. Trying to affix something solid to a place that could so easily remove either of them at any time is a risk, and yet that risk is one he's more than willing to take for the reward of being able to keep her.
For no matter how short a time it might be.]
Ah, good, then.
[Said softly as she moves away and stands, and he doesn't wait for much longer than a moment to follow her.]
Mm. As much as they would notice that I am. [He tells her with a warmly wry smile.] But I doubt I'll have to explain myself to Henry in too much detail.
( Well, she doesn't plan on going anywhere for the moment. Home doesn't need her back too urgently, so as long as The Door deigns to keep her around, Hadriel is where she'll be.
As Kate grabs the bag that always affixes to her thigh, Ignis' comment sparks old memories of a magazine found and advertised on the network and she purses her lips together to hold back a smile at the thought. )
Never were one for discussing anything fun.
( Honestly, what was wrong with being a lali ho?
But never mind Henry. They should really leave the apartment and get back to the real world. )
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And she isn't really paying much of any attention to where her hand goes; the unconscious itch of discomfort, of worry, that peeks through a deep sleep a quickly disappearing spike as fingers find skin and rest against it.
By the time she wakes up, the first sun is high in the sky and god only knows what time it is, or if the clock on their phones is even correct any more. Slowly, she pulls herself from pillows and blinks until her eyes see things clearly again. )
... Morning.
( And she'll be taking her hand back now, using it to rub the last remnants of sleep from her eyes as she sits up. )
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Good morning. [The greeting comes out soft, and he pushes one hand through his hair as he stifles a small yawn. It falls back across his face immediately, and he brushes it out of his eyes to look at her.
Even without his glasses he can still see that she's stunning.]
How long were we asleep?
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( She might have had some idea if she'd looked at the time before bed, but she was otherwise preoccupied with catching her breath and all the sounds he'd been making moments prior. Kate shrugs, pushing herself out of bed and stretching. )
Ask if you want coffee, but —
( Well. There's not exactly anything to make coffee with, at the moment. )
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She mentions coffee and he can't help but laugh.]
I appreciate the thought.
[What he wouldn't do for a good cup of Ebony. He shifts out of bed and goes hunting about the room for his clothes.]
We should do this again. [He tells her, finding one sock and looking around in puzzled amusement for the other.] And preferably soon, I'd suggest. Or thinking about it is going to become a terrible distraction-- ah. [The other sock.] There you are.
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As for Kate, she seems quite content as is, shorts still discarded on the floor as she grabs a towel that's been hung over the edge of the bed. )
... Were the plan.
( Sorry, Ignis, she's biting the inside of her mouth to keep from laughing at that response. )
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I suppose it did go without saying.
[With his underwear and trousers retrieved and pulled back on (his shirt is still on the couch, he remembers, and his glasses too) he moves to her and drops a quick, so very casual kiss against the side of her head.]
Longing for coffee aside, I'll happily settle for water that doesn't make me act strangely.
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Well then. The towel gets discarded on a chest of drawers, sat right next to a rather tatty looking stuffed elephant toy, the kind of thing which seems (and is) decades old. Instead, Kate pulls out underwear from the drawers and tosses them on the bed to be pulled on later with whatever clothes she finds suitable for this day which is steadily growing warmer. )
Have a few bottles in the cupboards. Help yourself.
( For the moment, Kate will content herself with heading to the bathroom, brushing teeth and walking out with a brush raking through hair she's finally pulled out of its braid. )
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With both items back in their proper places and a bottle of water in his hand he sits down on the couch and exhales slowly, finally feeling able to take stock of his current situation. What he has with Kate now is... far more than he had ever considered having with anyone. Intimate relationships had never been something that time had been spent on thinking about and now--
Now, he doesn't have to think very hard to feel the memory of her touch on his skin or to recall the sounds she'd made... and the ones she'd drawn out of him. Things feel just that little bit different, in a way he can't quite put his finger on, but they do not feel wrong.
He's still halfway deep in thought when she reappears, and no doubt his expression betrays that his mind is elsewhere on top of the fact he barely appears to notice her entrance.]
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It's a few minutes until Kate gets back to the living room, finally dressed, faded hair braided into a crown that loops around her head as she tucks the ends into place and tilts her head at the lump of Ignis sat on the couch, appearing half-dazed.
And not simply because she's gorgeous. Rude. )
Still tired?
( She doubts it. The expression isn't quite tired, but she can't put her finger on what it is instead. Contemplative? )
...What's up?
( It's asked as her fingers find the lid of the water bottle he has in hand, a silent request for a drink. )
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It's nothing. [He brushes his hair away from his forehead like it shouldn't be there, but it falls back instantly. There's going to be no getting away from walking back to his apartment looking like this.]
I was thinking. [Obviously.] About this. Us.
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She takes a drink before considering her reply, placing the bottle on the coffee table and smoothing hands down her thighs reflexively. Years of watching relationships from the outside only does so much to help you figure out where to go with any of it, and a brief fling from years ago doesn't do much more. It takes a pause and slow words to approach this correctly, because the initial reaction in her gut screams flight, rooted in nothing but the fear of more pain.
Us. That, she supposes, is what they are - or at least could be -, but hearing it is another thing entirely. )
How so?
( Us.
It's what some part of her would like them to be, she supposes. )
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It's... strange. I never realised I'd become so used to never wanting anything just for myself. [Ignis doesn't look at her as he reaches out and lightly grasps her wrist. Everything had always been for Noct, for Lucis, but never just for him.]
And now I do. Because of you, Kate.
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Even then, she'd wanted Marc to find the answers as much to secure her freedom from The Agency as anything else.
But all of that lingers far in her past. Years have been dedicated to other things, and in amongst it all, she began to find something more. And the more time passes, the more seems to be unearthed. Skills and passions, and a craving for happiness that has nothing to do with work or duty.
Though Kate doesn't say any of this. Of course not. That would require the ability to use more than ten words at any one time. And she isn't really sure what to say anyway. But a kiss seems more than adequate to express all of the things she isn't saying right now. )
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It's enough, and she doesn't need to say anything for him to understand the meaning behind it. He leans into it, a light touch skimming up the line of her jaw before fingers slide into her hair, and Ignis feels... right. Different, but right.
When the kiss breaks he follows it with a smaller, softer one against her lips, then another, then he smiles.]
I did wonder if that might be saying too much.
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Thank you for choosing me. For being here, now, and making this place better.
Kate's hand instinctively goes to try and find a loose piece of hair and finds nothing with it braided up around her head, instead tugging on an earlobe for a lack of anything else. )
No.
( Not that it needs to be said.
A pause lingers for a moment before Kate tilts her head slightly. )
This an 'us', then?
( and not just a thing she'll describe with a heavy pause before stumbling over the word "friend". )
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He looks at her when she asks the question, quietly searching her face for something. The way that he smile (just a little, the softest upwards tilt of his lips) says that he might have found it.]
I believe it is.
[They haven't talked about what this is, not really, but now feels as good a time as any.]
Unless you have objections.
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And honestly, she can think of several reasons to object — they're in a city that takes people in and spits them out just as easily, in the midst of a war no one asked for, and he is so much younger than she ever thought acceptable — but only one thing falls from her lips: )
None.
( The city may spit one or both of them out before they know it, but the world itself does that, and she's put her life on hold for the sake of the bigger picture already. It's tiring.
But if neither of them have objections, there's a city outside which beckons for her, for both of them, to get stuck in and working. So Kate stands, stretches her arms above her head, and steps towards her front door. )
Think they'll notice I'm late?
( ... Whoops. )
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For no matter how short a time it might be.]
Ah, good, then.
[Said softly as she moves away and stands, and he doesn't wait for much longer than a moment to follow her.]
Mm. As much as they would notice that I am. [He tells her with a warmly wry smile.] But I doubt I'll have to explain myself to Henry in too much detail.
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As Kate grabs the bag that always affixes to her thigh, Ignis' comment sparks old memories of a magazine found and advertised on the network and she purses her lips together to hold back a smile at the thought. )
Never were one for discussing anything fun.
( Honestly, what was wrong with being a lali ho?
But never mind Henry. They should really leave the apartment and get back to the real world. )