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Enjoy your rest, Ignis.
Just as he'd quite suspected, there was neither rest nor enjoyment ahead for Ignis after he'd made his exit from dinner last night, especially not with that (and the sound of shattering glass) slipping into every corner of his restless mind, although he did try. It was an insurmountable task, though, perhaps as impossible to achieve as convincing either one of these diametrically opposed forces he'd found himself in the middle of (no, correction: that he'd thrown himself in the middle of), but there were things at play here that Liliana didn't quite know, about why he would be so invested in the preservation of Innistrad beyond just the urge to not let a plane get devoured by some unknown entity, but after last night's conversation, loathe as he was to admit it, it left him wondering if such destruction might actually be preventing him from making a terrible mistake.
But even without all that...
Liliana might be able to stand by to save her own skin, but he could not. The very thought of remaining idle in the face of being able to do something, even something desperate and ill-advised, actually made his skin crawl.
Well, the bright side of being unable to sleep through the night, the hairs-breadth silver lining, was that he could at least get started on breakfast early enough that he might be able to catch Jace before he slipped away on his crazed mission. He'd asked a servant to try and intercept the man when he did emerge, to extend an invitation that if he is still planning to traipse up to Markov Manor, to at least have some food in his stomach before then. And therein, he planned to lay his trap of logic and reasoning.
He just hoped, as he took a long sip from his coffee, that the tumultuous and riotous weather outside would work as a boon for his argument, and wasn't just a portent of things to come ahead.
[[ for the ~brand new bestie~ and NFB for distance, obvi ]]
Just as he'd quite suspected, there was neither rest nor enjoyment ahead for Ignis after he'd made his exit from dinner last night, especially not with that (and the sound of shattering glass) slipping into every corner of his restless mind, although he did try. It was an insurmountable task, though, perhaps as impossible to achieve as convincing either one of these diametrically opposed forces he'd found himself in the middle of (no, correction: that he'd thrown himself in the middle of), but there were things at play here that Liliana didn't quite know, about why he would be so invested in the preservation of Innistrad beyond just the urge to not let a plane get devoured by some unknown entity, but after last night's conversation, loathe as he was to admit it, it left him wondering if such destruction might actually be preventing him from making a terrible mistake.
But even without all that...
Liliana might be able to stand by to save her own skin, but he could not. The very thought of remaining idle in the face of being able to do something, even something desperate and ill-advised, actually made his skin crawl.
Well, the bright side of being unable to sleep through the night, the hairs-breadth silver lining, was that he could at least get started on breakfast early enough that he might be able to catch Jace before he slipped away on his crazed mission. He'd asked a servant to try and intercept the man when he did emerge, to extend an invitation that if he is still planning to traipse up to Markov Manor, to at least have some food in his stomach before then. And therein, he planned to lay his trap of logic and reasoning.
He just hoped, as he took a long sip from his coffee, that the tumultuous and riotous weather outside would work as a boon for his argument, and wasn't just a portent of things to come ahead.
[[ for the ~brand new bestie~ and NFB for distance, obvi ]]
