[Ravus...has no words. He had thought the chasm between himself and the Lucians too vast to be spanned with anything other than temporary alliances, arisen only in the hours of greatest need.
Ignis has, over a casual coffee meeting, offered what Ravus thought impossible to attain: Understanding. Forgiveness.
'Why?' he almost demands.
Ebony pushes the macaroons his way, and Ravus just stares at them as the moogle chatters. His face feels...strange. It takes a moment to register, and when it does, he forces the smile back into a neutral expression. He nods at Ebony and takes a macaroon.]
Magic...maybe they are.
[Perhaps the housing assignment can remain. Estoc is going to be insufferably smug when she finds out.]
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Ignis has, over a casual coffee meeting, offered what Ravus thought impossible to attain: Understanding. Forgiveness.
'Why?' he almost demands.
Ebony pushes the macaroons his way, and Ravus just stares at them as the moogle chatters. His face feels...strange. It takes a moment to register, and when it does, he forces the smile back into a neutral expression. He nods at Ebony and takes a macaroon.]
Magic...maybe they are.
[Perhaps the housing assignment can remain. Estoc is going to be insufferably smug when she finds out.]