MHA #18; Saturday Evening [10/07].

[chef_chocobro]

Even though it seemed like this week had provided copious examples of attempts to the contrary, it turned out that Ignis actually couldn't spend all his spare time with Liliana and would, in fact, spend time with other people, too. Well, with the other person he spent all of his spare time with. He certainly wouldn't want to overstay his welcome, and they were both clearly the sort of people who had lives beyond the blissful bubble of each other's company that they'd come to discover and had other things to do that day...

...Well, it seemed Liliana did, anyway. Ignis...had a make-up training session to attend to to appease his roommate, after which there was to be take-out because he was quite frankly a little exhausted and wanted to unwind a little with food made by someone else for a change and a glass of wine. And to at least make a marginal attempt to distract himself from wanting to be somewhere else and in different company again already.

No offense, of course, to Gladio.

"So," said Gladio from the couch, no doubt already leaving dusting of rice from his take-out container around where he sat, "what should I put on? Cooking shows to make you mad, or sports shows to make me mad?"

Okay, he took that back. Some offense to Gladio, after all.

[[ for those who know who they are and with some helpful little morsels of OCD like the rice Iggy'll find in the couch cushions later; CW for someone almost fucking dying ]]

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Re: The Second Interruption.

[deathsmajesty]

*He's thinking about it. You can see it in the way he looks at you. Looks at his friend. He's thinking about it.*

"Shut up," Liliana whispered. "Just shut up."

*There's an easy way to solve both problems. Just reach out. Pull. The poor besotted fool will probably be grateful. Tragically loyal, remember? Do it, Liliana. Heal yourself. You don't even have to take it all...*

Liliana bit her lip, fists clenching. She didn't trust herself to stop. Not right now.

*This is pathetic, Liliana.* His voice was like a whipcrack. *You're the Mistress of Death. You defy it, you don't bow to it. And what, now you're going to dance around it because of some stupid schoolgirl crush? I'm disappointed.*

"Just stop it," she murmured. "Get away from me."

*Or have you forgotten, my Lili, what waits for you in the Void. Who waits for you. Is that it then? Have you finally decided it's time to face what you've done?*

"No."

Re: The Second Interruption.

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis could feel Liliana fighting, could feel her struggling against...everything, more than likely, and despite those words that he misconstrued to be directed at him in some sort of understandable delirium, he only held her tighter. "I'm not going anywhere," he murmured back. "I'm right here, I'm going to stay here, until you--"

"Iggy," Gladio tried to softly interject, "I really think--"

"No," Ignis breathed out harshly. "Not yet. Just...go to the medicine cabinet. Check if there's anything...anything at all...that might help. Google it, or something. Just...there's got to be something else we can do..."

"Yeah," Gladio murmured, fully aware that Ignis could hear him, but he dutifully went to disappear into the bathroom, "it's called 'medical professionals...."

Re: The Second Interruption.

[deathsmajesty]

For all her muttering about 'shut up' and 'go away', Liliana didn't seem to be in a rush to actually get away from Ignis, leaning against him, head lolling on his shoulder, once again doing an excellent impression of a broken doll. "Trees," she muttered. "Trees. Plants of any kind. Small creatures?"

Full sentences are for suckers.

She sighed. "Wasn't s'posed to be like this. Happy. Perfect day." She laced their fingers together; hers remain frigid.