#caecusscientia

"If you are on the case, Ignis, then I do not doubt it," Regis replied, though he recognised that look on the boy's face. His son had done something again, it seemed, which didn't come as a surprise. Regis would call it his rebel face, but for Noctis to even ignore Ignis... well, it was certainly concerning.

Bahamut didn't care much for the people who weren't of the Lucis Caelum line and even those he only entertained because of their importance to the fate of Eos. Ignis Scientia had looked after the Chosen King ever since they were both children and to this day he was still dedicated. The boy was smart and diligent – everything one could want from an advisor.

He was clever enough to be wary of him, but curious enough to listen. "It has recently come to my attention that very few people know that the Prince has a duty beyond being the next in line to rule Lucis," Noctis had been told by the little Oracle, but Bahamut had to wonder if they boy even remembered that. It wouldn't surprise him, since Regis rarely mentioned it.

The small flame on her wrist below the thumb was always a small mystery to her. Initially, Stella had passed it off as a weird birthmark until her mother had explained the mark to her. Even if the mark had remained covered by bracelets over the years or a watch.

After a while, she seemingly forgot about the mark when she had to put her thoughts on the idea of soulmates aside as she became more involved with her duties to her sister. Including that evening’s venture to sneak her out to join the chosen prince and his entourage on a night out in Altissia. 

 Stella had barely taken a sip from her drink when she heard Ignis’ voice asking to speak with her in private. The blonde met his eyes before placing her glass down and nodding. 

@caecus-scientia~A Hundred Random Starters~

A brow rose in Ignis’ direction, a drunk giggle slipping past Noctis’ lips as he grinned. “You think?” He hadn’t meant to drink as many as he had, but the alcohol tasted good on his tongue and left him feeling pleasantly warm, and before long he had finished off four of the fruity flavored ones the bartender kept passing him.

-quietly laughing my ass off-

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“Noctis? What is the meaning of this?”

He wasn’t certain why his prince had put a collar on him, but he wasn’t moving to take it off just yet. Not until he knew the purpose of it, at least.

It was a little like he’d been in a daze, honestly.  Which was ridiculous as an excuse, not that it was a valid excuse, but he hadn’t really slept well because there were these dreams and then--

Arranged marriages were ridiculous. They weren’t for the benefit of those being married; it was just for the families. Which, as much as Dino loved his, he didn’t understand why they were so forceful about this. Sure, he was the eldest, but he had already shown himself to be the problem child when it came to stuff like this. He didn’t want any of this. He would be just fine if he left with nothing but the clothes on his back and threw out his name.

But his family didn’t listen to him. They forced him to this ridiculous meeting when he clearly had better things to do. He managed to slip out quietly without them noticing, but of course eventually someone had to care.

Dino glanced out the corner of his eye as he saw his - ugh - betrothed walking towards him. He had nothing against Ignis personally, of course. He just had an entire skeleton to pick with the institution of arranged marriages.