chef_chocobro | Entries tagged with what: wee tiny

Apparently, it would seem that spending the weekend as his seven-year-old self had not tempered with Ignis' natural sleeping patterns, so he awoke rather early that Monday, just slightly over when he might normally extricate himself from Liliana to get ready for the early morning training session. Of course, the only thing he had to extricate himself from was the bed in one of the guest rooms, and that....well....that simply would not do.

And so he he got up, made his way through the halls after taking a moment to orient himself based on which guest room he wound up in, and found himself at the more familiar threshold of his and Liliana's bedroom.

Where he returned to their bed, slipping back in as smoothly as he could, so as to not disturb her until his arms were around her and he was nuzzling his face into her neck.

"Mmmm," he hummed softly, "much better."

[[ for she in the bed, naturally. As natural as the NSFW warning that follows~ ]]

Although there were still a great deal of books he was curious about and he felt the temptation of Lady Vess' game room calling to him, Ignis had something very important to do that day, and so he was setting to the task of doing it with focus and determination. He had requested some nice stationary, as well as some other scrap pieces of paper because he knew he would require a few drafts to really get his thoughts down perfectly, and didn't want to waste the nice stationary as he worked through his words, or needed to start over because he'd spelled something wrong or made another error. Simply crossing it out and moving on just wouldn't do! And there was also picking the right words, too, which is why he had a handy dictionary and thesaurus to cross reference, and, with that, he set to this very important task of writing the younger Liliana Vess a letter, with meticulous care to make sure that his penmanship was excellent and everything very neat and precise.

( Dear Liliana.... )

And, with that, and with many crumpled up pieces of paper already filling the waste basket at his feet, Ignis held out his letter to look it over for any other sneaky errors that might have slipped in, to make sure it said what he'd like it to say, and then smiled a little with approval as he nodded. He smoothed it out in front of him on the desk to start very carefully folding it so that he could slip it into an envelope and then pass on to Lady Vess so that she could ensure that it got to its intended recipient.

And then, he could get started on his next letter, this one for Noctis...

Sometimes, things were much easier to say when put down in writing than in spoken words, after all.

[[ somewhat establishy, since work is very likely to eat me, but also definitely open! ]]

It was not unusual for Ignis to wake up in a very large bed not his own, as he and Noctis would often drift off together at the end of a long day, but it was a bit unusual for him to wake up in a very large bed not his own without Noctis there as well, and even though there was another small, dark-haired head amongst the pillows, it was very clearly not the prince. And so Ignis, somehow able to find his glasses waiting for him on the bedside table and putting them on, took a moment to look around before wholly dismissing everything about it, climbing out of the bed, and going to go find where the prince might be.

He, naturally, planned to check all the usual places around the Citadel, but this was very clearly not the Citadel, although it did feel similar to it in many aspects. All the same sorts of rooms, really, although aesthetically a bit different, but no less grand and ostentatious. Eventually, though, he found himself in the kitchen, and the kitchen was the first room he'd found that wasn't completely empty as all the other rooms except the bedroom had been, but the person standing there gave him pause, especially the odd way he looked, and then a small spark of panic made his heart jump.

"Are you," he asked, "an MT?"

He'd never seen one before, but everyone always said they looked like pale imitations of humans, lifelike but actually lifeless, uncanny and unsettling, and all of those things Ignis felt he could use to describe the figure that stood before him. And if an MT had made its way into Insomnia, then they were going to be in dire straights indeed.

But when the figure didn't answer right away, and when it seemed that there was no immediate threat, Ignis tilted his head thoughtfully. "Have you seen Prince Noctis?" he asked. "I should really find him as soon as possible..."

What followed was a thorough description of the prince, ended with a hopeful glance up, but the figure just shook its head in the negative and Ignis' shoulders fell with disappointment But then the steward made a sound and a gesture toward the kitchen, and it became clear what was inherent in its suggestion.

"Oh, I suppose you're right," Ignis realized. "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and if I'm to have to look for the prince this morning, I'll need fuel and energy. Do you know how to make tea? Here, I'll show you."

And that was how, eventually, Ignis came to be sitting at a table, with a hot mug of tea and a small plate of a meager breakfast before him, chatting eagerly at Liliana's steward, and explaining to him further about what an MT was. "So, I'm terribly sorry for making such an incorrect assumption, but you can see why I might have been mistaken when I first saw you, and why I would be doubly concerned if there was an MT here as well as a missing prince....Is there a fishing pond, in that garden just outside? He would enjoy that a good deal, although, I have to admit, it looks as though you could use a more capable gardener, it looks a bit overgrown, and I've heard that that's a good way to invite both rodents and potential structural damage...."

[[ and, of course, open for she who lives there, should she feel so inclined! ]]

Well. There certainly was one way for Ignis to know, immediately, that things were back to normal, and that was waking up to that deep, unfathomable, familiar darkness once again. Other details came in soon after: the sound of Shane's steady breathing as he slept, the presence of his body, considerably larger than it had been after it had succumbed to a massive sugar crash the day before. Despite that distinct ache that accompanied his current lack of sight, he smiled faintly. Thank goodness for that healing factor, but something told him there might still be some regrets that morning.

He knew of at least one thing that might help, and it was one thing that Ignis himself was feeling like he needed pretty badly right now, anyway, and he decided to loo on the bright side (so to speak) of the whole situation, and be grateful for the fact that, even as a young child, he had been meticulously observant. Having more recent memories of just how everything looked made it exceptionally easier to find his way around the apartment when he got himself out of bed, and he could remember the precise location of where everything he'd need to make coffee was.

He had to compensate a little bit for the height difference, but it wasn't long at all before he had a fresh pot ready to go, poured himself a cup, and then just took his time in enjoying it while reflecting on the weekend. And, most importantly, matching those almost painfully vivid memories of what he had seen to the mental maps he'd spent the last few weeks building in his head these last few weeks.

His younger self may have found his unsuccessful search around the island for Noctis to be frustrating and worrisome, but his current self was finding it to be incredibly useful, indeed.

[[ for that guy who lives there~ ]]

When Ignis got up that morning, he paid little to no mind to the unfamiliar boy in the bed with him. He paid very little to no mind to anything, really, because his main goal right now was clearly to find out where the prince had gone off to. Usually, his Royal Highness didn't venture off too far, so Ignis wasn't too concerned about not being able to find him,, and so he left the bedroom with intention, with maybe a little detour toward the kitchen to see about a small bite to eat and maybe making some coffee.

Yes. Coffee. He may be only eight years old, but he had a very important job, and sometimes you just needed that little extra pep in your step to take it on some mornings.

Of course, once he got to the kitchen, though, all previous missions, even finding Noctis, were completely forgotten about as he noticed a stain up on the ceiling.

A stain!

On the ceiling!

What was it? How did it get there? And, most important of all....how could he get up there to actually clean it?

This stain situation was very troubling, and was clearly about to ruin Ignis' entire morning, if not his whole day!

[[ for that Goose who is not a goose but is instead a child ]]

After Ignis had woken up, found his way to the shower, and got himself properly dressed, he went about his day as usual, which meant trying to figure out where exactly he might find Noctis, so that they could go on from there, figuring out if today was a day they could enjoy for themselves or if they had Very Important Things to attend to.

And despite feeling as though his search around the apartment had been thorough, it was clear that Noctis was not here, which meant that it would be pretty important to find out where Noctis may have gone, hoping that he wasn't off getting himself into trouble, meaning that Ignis was slacking off on his very important job!

There wasn't much to go off of, though, although there was...a cat.

"Hello, Mr. Cat," Ignis greeted the cat respectfully, bowing slightly to it, which meant he had to adjust his glasses when he came back up. "I don't suppose you know where I might find the prince?"

Issa blinked up at Ignis, let out a long yawn, and ceremoniously started to groom herself.

"Hmmmm," Ignis frowned a little, humming thoughtfully. "I see. Well. Perhaps there might be something in the fridge that might help loosen your tongue a little, Mr. Cat..."

Unfortunately, not even the leftover seafood from the paella in the fridge would convince the cat to be helpful, much to Ignis' disappointment, so he supposed he'd have to venture out to solve the mystery on his own.

[[ open, of course, especially to the rooooomaaaaate, though with potential SP ]]