Ignis was grateful for the convenient excuse of the kitchen once things were settled (for now) with Jace. Not only because the whole unexpected ordeal had put a pause on preparing a prize that he'd been looking forward to substantially, but also because, preparing that prize would now also give him the opportunity to think about something else for a short while. To focus on creating dinner, with a few stray thoughts here and there that were then neatly carved from his attention and thrown into the compost with the rest of his scraps.
But, of course, once the meal was finished, and he and Liliana sat down to enjoy it (with a plate, of course, dutifully sent up to their reluctant guest), those thoughts returned, balanced between the attempt to convince himself that none of this was any of his concern, even without consideration to Liliana's clear distaste for the situation, and that unavoidable tug to want to be able to help. Of course, it all might be moot by the morning, but he, from what he could discern from the man in even this brief meeting and from the pictures presented to him of (he certainly assumed) alternate futures, very much doubted it.
And therein was, indeed, a bit of a problem. When his attentions were turned to the outside world and his surroundings, Ignis' attention and senses were sharp and precise and didn't miss much. But when they turned inward, to his own head, it was all too easy for him to forget what existed outside of him, and so while his mind felt like a veritable cacophony of tumultuous thought and indecision and arguments from every side imaginable, his body exuded that deep, silent pensiveness as it cut into the tender venison and lifted it to his mouth, chewing it almost mindlessly besides for a small moment of acknowledgement to its excellent flavor, how well it was washed down with this particular wine, and now back to this conundrum of some haplessly misplaced plane-destroying creature on the loose in the Multiverse thanks to Liliana's clearly reckless, clearly foolhardy, godsdamned ex....
( A *Minor* Difference of Opinion.... )
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But, of course, once the meal was finished, and he and Liliana sat down to enjoy it (with a plate, of course, dutifully sent up to their reluctant guest), those thoughts returned, balanced between the attempt to convince himself that none of this was any of his concern, even without consideration to Liliana's clear distaste for the situation, and that unavoidable tug to want to be able to help. Of course, it all might be moot by the morning, but he, from what he could discern from the man in even this brief meeting and from the pictures presented to him of (he certainly assumed) alternate futures, very much doubted it.
And therein was, indeed, a bit of a problem. When his attentions were turned to the outside world and his surroundings, Ignis' attention and senses were sharp and precise and didn't miss much. But when they turned inward, to his own head, it was all too easy for him to forget what existed outside of him, and so while his mind felt like a veritable cacophony of tumultuous thought and indecision and arguments from every side imaginable, his body exuded that deep, silent pensiveness as it cut into the tender venison and lifted it to his mouth, chewing it almost mindlessly besides for a small moment of acknowledgement to its excellent flavor, how well it was washed down with this particular wine, and now back to this conundrum of some haplessly misplaced plane-destroying creature on the loose in the Multiverse thanks to Liliana's clearly reckless, clearly foolhardy, godsdamned ex....
( A *Minor* Difference of Opinion.... )
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