There's a look of love and affection in Ignis's eyes when they part from the kiss. Felih is brilliant in ways he isn't. He alwasy sees things that Ignis cannot, especially when it comes to love.
"And thank you," Ignis replies back. "I will meet their every need."
Then Felih rushes off and loads up his arms with fabrics, and Ignis has to chuckle. Felih looks ridiculous. But it comes with the territory of providing for children, he supposes.
Ignis turns his focus in towards the locked room once more, listening at the sounds of the children talking excitedly. More the boy than the girl, who is still wary. But there's no sounds of splashing now, and the boy is chattering about how fluffy his towel is. Ah, they're drying off.
He knocks on the door, "Look in the dresser on the right for some shirts of mine in the middle drawer. You can wear those for the time being until we've had a chance to wash and patch your clothes. You should find something in the left's upper drawer that will... have to do for smallclothes for now."
Despite otherwise 'adapting' to the world--Ignis didn't even wear his hair up, saying that the hair gel would pollute the world without there bein proper sanitation--he refused to wear anything but his normal boxer briefs. They were supportive! So it would be Felih's smallclothes they would have to wear. Which would take a bit of inventfulness, but it'd be better than nothing.
"New clothes, new clothes!" Khet exclaims, and Ignis can actually hear him run to the dresser. "Come on, La!"
Oh, a pet name.
"I'm coming...." Lahni follows silently, and Ignis assumes that she's the one opening the drawer.
He stands to the side of the door and listens to them chatter about the clothes they choose. They've found the long sleeved shirts, Lahni choosing one that was light brown, and Khet choosing one that was light blue. Both silk. Ignis knows all this because Khet will literally not stop talking about literally everything they're doing.
They emerge a few minutes later, looking ridiculous in the shirts, but clean. Ignis smells the unmistakeable aroma of wet Miqo'te on them. Wet and clean.
Khet is smiling and even Lahni seems more relaxed, her hands on her brother's shoulders to steer him. "Thank you."
Her first thank you towards him. Ignis tries not to smile too much, not wanting to let his ecstatic feeling come through. They're starting to trust him.
"You're welcome," Ignis glances over towards the spare bedroom. "Felih's returned, although your nose likely nose that already."
Lahni just stares at him, not ready to laugh at such a stupid pun, "I want to see him."
"I wanna see him!" Khet excitedly repeats.
Ignis opens his mouth to argue that Felih is busy, but Lahni silences him with a look, walks around her brother, takes her brothers hand, and goes towards the spare bedroom. Ignis sighs and shakes his head. Well, they'll need measured anyway.
She doesn't even bother to knock on the door, simply turning the handle and pushing it open. Her eyes widen, her hand roots to the door handle. In that moment, Ignis understands she finally believes everything he's said as true.
Excitedly, Khet breaks free from her weak grasp and runs over to see what Felih is doing, "Hi, hi!"
But he stops just short and looks back in confusion at Lahni starts crying without fanfare, arms falling motionless to her sides as she wails.
At that moment, Ignis's heart both breaks and swells. Finally, at long last. She no longer has to be brave on her own.
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"And thank you," Ignis replies back. "I will meet their every need."
Then Felih rushes off and loads up his arms with fabrics, and Ignis has to chuckle. Felih looks ridiculous. But it comes with the territory of providing for children, he supposes.
Ignis turns his focus in towards the locked room once more, listening at the sounds of the children talking excitedly. More the boy than the girl, who is still wary. But there's no sounds of splashing now, and the boy is chattering about how fluffy his towel is. Ah, they're drying off.
He knocks on the door, "Look in the dresser on the right for some shirts of mine in the middle drawer. You can wear those for the time being until we've had a chance to wash and patch your clothes. You should find something in the left's upper drawer that will... have to do for smallclothes for now."
Despite otherwise 'adapting' to the world--Ignis didn't even wear his hair up, saying that the hair gel would pollute the world without there bein proper sanitation--he refused to wear anything but his normal boxer briefs. They were supportive! So it would be Felih's smallclothes they would have to wear. Which would take a bit of inventfulness, but it'd be better than nothing.
"New clothes, new clothes!" Khet exclaims, and Ignis can actually hear him run to the dresser. "Come on, La!"
Oh, a pet name.
"I'm coming...." Lahni follows silently, and Ignis assumes that she's the one opening the drawer.
He stands to the side of the door and listens to them chatter about the clothes they choose. They've found the long sleeved shirts, Lahni choosing one that was light brown, and Khet choosing one that was light blue. Both silk. Ignis knows all this because Khet will literally not stop talking about literally everything they're doing.
They emerge a few minutes later, looking ridiculous in the shirts, but clean. Ignis smells the unmistakeable aroma of wet Miqo'te on them. Wet and clean.
Khet is smiling and even Lahni seems more relaxed, her hands on her brother's shoulders to steer him. "Thank you."
Her first thank you towards him. Ignis tries not to smile too much, not wanting to let his ecstatic feeling come through. They're starting to trust him.
"You're welcome," Ignis glances over towards the spare bedroom. "Felih's returned, although your nose likely nose that already."
Lahni just stares at him, not ready to laugh at such a stupid pun, "I want to see him."
"I wanna see him!" Khet excitedly repeats.
Ignis opens his mouth to argue that Felih is busy, but Lahni silences him with a look, walks around her brother, takes her brothers hand, and goes towards the spare bedroom. Ignis sighs and shakes his head. Well, they'll need measured anyway.
She doesn't even bother to knock on the door, simply turning the handle and pushing it open. Her eyes widen, her hand roots to the door handle. In that moment, Ignis understands she finally believes everything he's said as true.
Excitedly, Khet breaks free from her weak grasp and runs over to see what Felih is doing, "Hi, hi!"
But he stops just short and looks back in confusion at Lahni starts crying without fanfare, arms falling motionless to her sides as she wails.
At that moment, Ignis's heart both breaks and swells. Finally, at long last. She no longer has to be brave on her own.