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Song: Arabian Waltz Artist: Rabih Abou-Khalil Album: Arabian Waltz Year: 1996 Genre: Jazz Origin: Lebanon
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Old England | Ignis & Prompto
Hearing that snort of laughter had Prompto grinning even wider, a look of pure happiness crossing his features. It wasn’t often he actually got the brunette to laugh or to break that serious facade he always had on. When he was able to do just that? He couldn’t help but count it as a victory. What could he say, he was a man of little pleasures, especially lately. There was only so much sitting around he could do between jobs. “Eh, so you’re a serious cook, that’s different. You don’t look down on people because of how they dress or where they’re from.” The unspoken words were hanging after his sentence - Iggy was one of the few people that really knew where Prompto was from. Yet he had never treated him differently once the blonde had let it slip. He looked over the cooks shoulder once more when he asked, choosing to not speak up about the Chef and how he treated Iggy - his feelings on the subject were much more apparent than he wanted to really say. “The lighting is perfect, you just gotta move your big butt out of the way.”
“At you think so, that’s what matters.” Ignis doesn’t realize how profound that sounds and even shrugs when he says it. Prompto really is a rare sort, isn’t he? Ignis isn’t a man that can be taken at face value. He’s all too aware that he can be quite a difficult man, if not down right weird at times. On days like these, it feels as though he’s known him just as long and he’s known Noctis and Gladio. He certainly trusts him as much. That’s the reason he called him here today.
“For you information, I have it on good authority that my butt is quite nice.” Ignis replies making room and clapping his good friend on his shoulder with chuckle and smile. He has to admit, he’s proud of his work. Opera Cake is a test of skill, one that he’s bested with near perfection, no one needs to know about the his first attempt.
“...I wish I hadn’t seen that...”
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@guradieta since u were kind enough to put my door back up i made it extra feelsy + tweaked the pose a lil :’^)
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Tuesday 5/12 4:30pm - Ignis sits an Menu Planning with a weary sigh. Staving off a headache and a growing temper, he’s more interested in his phone rather than hearing for the 100th time how important Miss Cridius is to the restaurant's reputation. Noctis must be rubbing off on him.
[Text - A. Prompto] - I’m bored. Please help.
He reconsiders after catching the glare from across the room.
Friday 7/17 9:90pm - It’s bloody hot and Ignis has been in front of the grill for ages. After being buried in orders and having a rather inelegant argument waitress who misread her own ticket, Ignis announces that he’s on break gleefully ignoring any protests from peanut gallery. He sits heavily in his small desk in the Chef’s office.
[Text - A. Prompto] - Please save me from this awful place.
He reconsiders. The Chef likes to touch his phone without permission.
Sunday 9/20 7:30pm - Prompto has been gracious enough to help with a few photos of their newest menu items since their usual photographer has cancelled on them. Ignis can only watch from the kitchen as on of the Chef’s infamous wealthy friends chats Prompto up. His friend looks uncomfortable and Ignis is instantly enraged. During a lull in service, Ignis decides to text him without breaking the conversation.
[Text - A. Prompto] - What did he say to you? Should I intervene?
He reconsiders and decides to intervene without permission.
Thursday 10/13 1:30am - Chef has already warned Ignis to step off many times but the customer still insists on bothering Prompto whenever he’s here. This customer treats people like they’re disposable. Prompto is more astute than he gives himself credit for, Ignis knows he can sense it too. During clean up he manages to slip away just for a moment to catch the man alone. He marches right up to that brick red Bentley and gives the man an ultimatum, either leave his friend alone or he will take action.
[Text - A. Prompto] - I spoke to him. He shouldn’t bother you anymore.
He doesn’t get a chance to send the text because the man’s driver tries to hit him from behind. Good thing he’s learned a thing or two from Gladio. He doesn’t tell Prompto this part either.
Friday 10/20 8:30pm - The driver’s black eye seems to have healed up nicely much to Ignis’s chagrin. Prompto is still plagued by the man in Black. Worst of all, the man comes by every day asking for him even though he knows he doesn’t work here. Says he wants Prompto for an important photoshoot and would love to have his card so he can pass him out “Ahem excuse me, pass them out...” to all his cohorts. The salacious smile triggers something and Ignis and he flatly refuses to serve him. The Chef shouts him down in the middle of the dining room. He nearly quits his job that night.
[Text - A. Prompto] - I don’t want to tell you what to do, but you shouldn’t talk to that man anymore. Don’t let him do you any favors.
He doesn’t send it, because the Chef comes out to meet him. The man has some modicum of honor and apologizes to Ignis for making a scene. He’s noticed his friend’s inappropriate behavior, but he’s also too afraid to stop it. Ignis doesn’t quit, but he relapses back into his smoking habit.
Monday 10/31 4:00 - Ignis uses Halloween as a much needed respite from The Lucis and it’s busy kitchen but finds he can’t relax. The Lucis currently has no need for publicity services but they’ll need him again soon enough. The conversation he’s had with his chef has been playing over and over in his head. Some of the horror stories he’s heard don’t sit well in the stomach. He considers telling Prompto just to not come to The Lucis for a while. He reconsiders. That’s a cowardly thing to do to a friend. They should devise a plan of action together instead of leaving him behind. Though if he had it his way, he and Gladio would stand in the way of world if it meant Prompto and Noctis could be a little safer.
[Text - A. Prompto] - We need to talk. Meet @ my place in 30 if you can. If not I’ll meet you.
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Old England | Ignis & Prompto
“That’s because everyone you work with are so snooty. All they do is walk around with their noses in the air, acting like they’re better than everyone else. Blegh.” Prompto made a face as he spook, shaking his head. Ignis had never been like that to the blonde. If he made those kind of comments, they usually came with a teasing grin, or that glint in his eyes that let Prompto know not to take him too seriously. The others at the restaurant though? It was like they could hardly stand him when he came around.
“Leaving me alone? Where would you be?” Raising his eyebrows, he finally jumped down from the seat he had been occupying, walking closer to the brunette to get a closer look at the food. A small hum left his lips, followed quickly by a small sound from his stomach.
Ignis lets out a small snort of laughter at the irony. He’s regrettably self aware. At work, his mood can turn on a dime. He can be just as bad as his coworkers. Sometimes even worse if he’s feeling particularly spiteful. Yet it’s Prompto, Noctis and Gladio that keep him grounded.
“You should see me on a busy night.” Ignis says placing his piping bag aside. and starts gently placing each cake on each plate. “I’m sure the prep cook is plotting my untimely demise.” Of course, he wouldn’t be so cross with the man if he’d just finish prep for the night before seven. At Prompto’s question, he gives an annoyed shrug.
“Chained to the hot foods station, most likely. I don’t get to rub shoulders with wealthy customers like The Chef.” who will likely be taking credit for his dish, but that’s fine he’s not bitter at all. He surveys his work, complete with chocolate and gold flake and he seems satisfied. “There we are, is the lighting alright?”
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Gladio was pretty aware that the whole entire reason why they went to this drinking venture was to unwind, not get more stressed. And the atmosphere was doing quite the opposite for Ignis, he could tell by his rigid position in his chair.
“I can think of one.” He suggested as he finished his drink in one gigantic gulp, placing a generous amount of gil for both their drinks, “C’mon.”
A small voice inside Ignis demands he stop being so awkward and admonishes him for ruining Gladio’s good time. He knows he’s not the easiest person to “hang out” with. He lets out a long suffering sigh, and follows in suit, downing his drink and following Gladio outside like the gin doesn’t burn his throat.
“Lead the way, I suppose.” He says holding his hands up in mock surrender.
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Old England | Ignis & Prompto
Prompto sat on one of the bar stools, his legs kicking as he stretched to the side, looking around the other man to see the food on the counter. He knew he was there to take pictures, knew that with every fiber of his being, but by gods if he didn’t want to eat some of those cakes because they smelled amazing. It was almost torture, seeing them and knowing he would only get close through the lens of his camera. “Like I could turn down the chance to expand my portfolio. Besides, you always make your food look so pretty.” He grinned as he spoke the teasing words, his eyebrows wiggling just a little as he brought his gaze back to Ignis. He was honored, honestly, to even be asked to be here, to do this for the man. They were friends, sure, but he didn’t think the older man really cared for him.
Prompto’s impatience is clear but he appreciates his self restraint. He isn’t going to let his dear friend go hungry though. Where exactly does Prompto think all of the scraps are going to go? Ignis doesn’t just want Prompto here to his camera but to break the dreary spell over this kitchen. He hasn’t said as much but becoming sous chef of this place has put something of a target on his back and acting like he doesn’t care starts to take his toll.
“You’re like a breath of fresh air in this place, really.” Slowly, Ignis pipes identical sweeping chocolate designs over each of the plates. “If I had it my way, you’d be doing the press release too, but I suppose I’d feel a guilt leaving you alone with the executive chef on such a stressful night.”
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Violence | Ignis & Prompto
It wasn’t safe for him period. He had been very careful not to have been followed, but he took the extra step with a cloak.
Pushing the hood down, he watched as the older male closed the door.
“I wouldn’t have came if it wasn’t important,” Noctis stated quietly, glancing around. “There’s a strange man around court and I think he’s corrupting my father. Things have been… changing.”
Ignis’s relationship with the crown is tenuous at best. He dedicated his life to the service of Lucis before being cast off for his crimes. He supposes he has it easy compared to most but the Prince would draw a lot of unwanted attention. Misgivings aside, he takes Noctis’s complaints to heart. Regis has a mind like a steel trap, to say that someone is “corrupting” him is quite a accusation indeed.
“That’s a vague charge.” Ignis says levelly. “Though it must be grave for you to come seek me out with matters of the Crown at this ungodly hour.” He sighs with resignation. “Sit. Tell me what’s going on.” He goes into the kitchen and turns the kettle on.