melodiesofeternity | Raise a Glass [OPEN]

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Raise a Glass [OPEN]

Who: The XV Cast and You!
When: June 6th
Where: Curti Center, Jiminy's Juicery (bar)
What: After saving innocents from the Dream Width, some people just need a drink.
Warnings/Notes: Alcohol consumption, possible violence, whatever people do in bars.

Their first foray into the search and rescue business in the Dream Width had been intense, to say the least. Stressful, heartbreaking, exhausting, and enlightening were other words some might use to describe the experience. After a night of rest and a day to somewhat sort things and people out, the next evening brings about a mighty need to head to the local tavern. Some drink to forget, some drink to remember, some drink to relax. There are even representatives of the Bard's Guild providing live music. You can try to make a request, but chances are they don't know your foreign songs.

Maybe you were invited by one of the excitable young men from Lucis, or maybe you came on your own. There's enough room in the bar for quite a few people, so long as they're of age. Sit right at the bar, or pull up chairs around a table, the choice is yours.

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Annnd this was why he wasn't drinking. Because words like that? They could send him weeping, if he was much more drink.

"There'll be plenty of opportunities to test that liver, but it's all right. And yes, I know that you did, Clar." Reaching over, he placed a hand on Clarus's arm. "You never did anything less than well, and exceeding expectations is your default setting. I wouldn't have it any other way."

As he was, he could be - for once - the strong one, to reassure and help.

Hopefully.

Clarus was drunk, but that didn't make him lose all caution. He could be blackout drunk and never let his lips loose. That was years of training and discipline. So rather than speak his mind now, he looks at Regis with a mix of regret and appreciation.

"If only you knew," was what finally came from his lips accompanied by a wry smile.

...

Ah.

Regis's expression smoothed out, a small smile on his lips. His voice steady and almost light, even. He didn't lean closer or away.

"Have I become such fool in the future that I wouldn't know?"

"Perhaps we both became lax in our old age," he stated vaguely, averting his gaze from his lifelong friend. A friendship Regis was only twenty years into, he reminded himself, while Clarus was fifty years in. A huge different, to be sure.

The waitress came with the drinks and Clarus thanked her with another charming smile and some gil before pushing the red and orange drink over to Regis while taking the clear amber for himself. "To Lucis," he offered, lifting his glass to toast with a somber smile.

"To Lucis!"

It was such a small thing, really. Regis's voice wavered a little. Didn't quite break, but didn't quite manage to be upbeat and enthusiastic as he wanted to be. As he meant, because, truly, Lucis meant so much to him, always would.

But he knew...

He knew Lucis was gone. He knew he was gone. He was about 96% sure Clarus was gone. Cor was without them. His son carried the burden, and he had good friends, sure, but not a kingdom. Not a home.

The future was not bright, for those Regis loved and would love the most. And though he was taught to carry that weight on his shoulders - well. Seeing the evidence of it for himself (in Noctis's reactions) (in Cor still staring at him as though he was seeing a ghost) (in Ignis's wide eyes) was cracking him anyway.

He carefully sipped, not gulped, at his drink.

Those small tells were something Clarus was trained to see in people, but he'd never needed training when it came to Regis. He knew that man like the back of his hand, even if they were 30 years apart in their timelines. He remembered everything.

When half of his drink was gone he set the tumbler back on the table and looked the prince square in the face with a resigned sigh.

"What did the others tell you?" He asked, feeling way too sober for this despite being drunk. He knew how to function when drunk, though. To pass as sober in most cases. Somehow this situation was triggering that training.

Regis shook his head.

"They didn't. But Noctis was wearing the Ring of the Lucii, and Ignis asked, before he knew who I was, if I knew what had happened to Insomnia. I know what the result of the negotiations with Accordo mean. I know you. And Cor hasn't changed nearly enough for me to be unable to tell that he's staring at me as though he's seeing a ghost."

His shoulders rose and fell. Easy mask firmly in place. This was Clarus. This was Clarus who had given, if his guess was correct, all, to Lucis. For Regis.

He had no right to ask for more.

The mask was visible and obvious, and it bothered Clarus, but this hardly seemed the place to break it down and get the prince to open up and pour out whatever was bothering him. Instead the shield nodded, confirming Regis' logic as he looked into the amber liquid in his glass. Tonight was intended to be a release, but somehow Clarus continued to feel more and more stressed. The whole affair with Prompto earlier hadn't helped in the least.

"Have you met my children?" He finally asked, his own mask in place as he looked up at the very young ghost of his friend.

Regis truly did not mean to do that, but, truly, did Clarus try to keep him from information? It was his obligation to know, and he was never one to shirk on what he had to do. It had been an unfair expectation to begin with, one that Regis had not expected of Clarus, but, well. All things considered, not difficult to understand.

The next question, on the other hand, made actual genuine glimmer light up the green eyes, one that held more than a trace of amusement.

"Gladio and I were assigned to the same house, together with Cor."

This may or may not be the first time Clarus had heard Regis call his son by the abbreviated name. Blame it on how Gladiolus was introducing himself.

Yes, Clarus was trying to keep him in the dark. At this age he knew Regis would be dealing with the defeat at Accordo, more than likely, and he didn't need their future failures weighing on his mind as well. Let the young man have as much of a good time here as he could.

"Yes, of course," he recalled at the words, shaking his head at his groggy alcohol-clouded memory. Of course they'd met. Then Gladio had promptly switched houses with Clarus, so they didn't know one another well.

"And my daughter, Iris," he noted, scanning the room until he found her chatting with some folks closer to the bar itself. "They're both more than I could have ever hoped for." There was true pride and affection in his voice as he watched his daughter, a content look in his eyes.

Yeah, no. He was already dealing with that, and with knowing his father needed him and he was stuck here. He was already dealing with the people he knew being halfway to strangers, and broken by the time in-between and their loyalty to him. Their faith in him. Being shut out meant that he couldn't even ask about the others. But.

He could deal with that.

He was an adult, after all.

He could definitely put on ~~a shit-eating~~ an innocent smile to tease his Clarus.

(Still his.)

"Iris. Do you think she'll grow up to as much of a flirt as her brother?"

But even with the tease, Regis bumped his elbow against Clarus's. "I can't wait to get to know them."

Clarus was about to say something, but he had to pause and scrutinize Regis' words a moment. Here is where the drunk part comes in, as he turned fully toward Regis, looking rather.. defensive?

"What do you mean he's a flirt?" He demanded to know, seemingly disgruntled and potentially angered by the implication for... some reason. "Did he flirt with you?"

Oh...

Oh!

Clarus's reaction was far too close to surprising, considering part of where Regis's thoughts had been leading. Almost.

For now, the green irises shrunk as his pupils dilated, and his fingers twitched, wishing to reach up and cup the grizzled cheek. This wasn't.... he wasn't who he should have been, so far displaced in time from everyone. And he could respect that. He needed to respect that.

But Clarus. Clarus had not rushed to his side out of obligation or habit alone. Whatever the intervening years had brought, someone vying for Regis's interest still rankled, at least.

His voice was very soft, and the smile, still more layered than his usual in any one-on-one conversation with Clarus, was far less part of the mask.

"I didn't say that. He flirted with a handsome younger man, not with Regis Lucis Caelum."

Clarus looked perplexed for a moment at the words Regis chose to use, then it seemed to click. "He didn't know who you are," he stated in conclusion. "And how did you react to him?"

It wasn't that Clarus was trying to be over-protective... He had a vague idea of where Regis was in their history, but regardless of what was happening between them then it did not give him any right to claim Regis now. Given the 35 years difference in age between them...

The old man sighed, shaking his head like he was trying to release an errant thought from his brain.

"I think I need some fresh air," he mumbled, staring a bit harder at the contents of his glass before downing it in one gulp.

"Didn't flirt back." Calm and reasonable. And reassuring. He knew... he knew. But that didn't mean that he could stop loving Clarus. He never had been able to, after all.

His eyes dropped for a moment, after his Shield's statement, before smiling up a little again, at him.

"On your own?" A guy could hope, right?

That was... oddly relieving. Again Clarus reminded himself that what Regis did was his own business, but also... having his childhood best friend flirt with his son sounded awkward. Best to avoid it altogether.

"Finish your drink," was his only response, but Regis would recognize it as an invitation to come along. He wanted to break that mask off his face, and this wasn't the place to do it. Maybe it wasn't the time either, but he had less discretion and judgment right now with the booze flowing in his blood.

Regis's eyes widened very slightly, mostly because he had most of his drink still and he was not planning on getting very drunk, for very good reasons, but... There were things that were more important. And he could definitely handle this much.

"Gimme a moment."

He still didn't gulp it all at once, but it was drunk sooner rather than later.

"I'm done. All yours." And more than ever determined to not fuck up tonight. (Or ever, though he knew that one wasn't possible.)

To Clarus' credit he didn't pause or double-take at Regis' proclamation. Instead he just nodded and stood, leading the way (with a bit of a sway in his step) out of the bar and into the fresh night air. The stars shone brightly, and the drunk man took a moment to peer up at them as his eyes adjusted to the darkness once they were out of the immediate vicinity of the bar's bright lights.

"The stars are all different here," he commented, though it was hardly the first time he'd looked up at them. "I wonder if some are the same, and we're seeing them from the other side or something."

It was probably a good thing, though Regis would have stood by his words.

He did breathe out slightly easier once they were outside, however. There were still eyes on him, just not... Not eyes that knew him and didn't know him at the same time. Eyes that needed to look up to him, for their sake, not his.

"They're different. But, if I remember my lessons sufficiently, even if our stars, our Star is out there, it may still be too far to ever see.

"And we could be... somewhere else entirely." Regis was not unused to that thought, considering where Bahamut rested. "Would it be easier for you if our stars are visible?"

"I don't know." Beyond navigating by the stars, Clarus knew little of astronomy. Back home he knew the pattern of the sky as a survival tactic, but the in-depth whys and hows of it weren't anything he'd been taught. And why would he? Humans didn't travel the stars and nothing traveled from them. Clarus was far from an uneducated man, but his education lay elsewhere in more practical and political things.

"I suppose it doesn't matter," he shrugged, glancing over his shoulder at Regis before resuming their forward movement at a slow pace. They needed more distance from the noise of the tavern. "I'll never see those stars again."

Ah. That.

Regis had his breath knocked out of his lungs. He had been almost sure that it was the case - if not Clarus's time, should they be different, then by Noctis's. But hearing it from Clarus... That was different.

(It was because of him. Clarus had practically said it, only minutes earlier. Even if it somehow wasn't his failure - and he doubted that - Clarus Amicitia was dead because Regis Lucis Caelum was dead. And that was...)

"I'm sorry, Clar." Through and through. "At least I... Didn't do it stupid and young?"

Was that better? He had let down his people and he had let down those he loved. When he should have been experienced and wise...

Regis took a sharp breath. That drink was definitely not helping. Instead, he just lengthened his stride a bit and shoved his shoulder against Clarus's.

The old knight hesitated, trying to muddle through his mind how to word his reassurance to Regis. "I don't regret anything. Well... much." He regretted leaving his children behind. He regretted that, despite his efforts, he hadn't been able to fight hard enough to save Regis. But they'd both known it was coming. "We made our choices, and we made our peace with them."

No need to tell him the details. And actually once the words were out of his mouth Clarus regretted all of them. He hadn't really meant to bring their deaths up at all. Damned alcohol. But that too was his choice.

He stopped, the tavern distant and the voices and sounds from within faint, and turned to face his prince. He held him by the shoulders and studied him a moment, searching for... he didn't know what. The edges of the mask, he supposed.

"What we did... that night, we did with pride and heads held high," he said softly, then drew the younger man into his arms and held him close to his chest. "Never think even once in your life that you forced me to do anything, or that my fate and misfortunes were somehow your fault. I followed you because you were my king, my truest friend, and..." That he didn't finish, letting it trail off into the night.

"And your love. Still." Regis's words were calm, soft, and he was not surprised by the revelation - he had had it earlier, at the bar. The words that Clarus said, they had helped, a little, though the green eyes were definitely still troubled.

Slowly, he reached up to place a hand over Clarus's as it rested on his shoulder.

"Had I thought I had found a way to force you, I would have hated my future self beyond measure. But... no. It's more that..." Decades. They were all decades later than him, and Regis knew that there had to be so much more than the pure facts. But...

"I ... " No, there was no way that would sound right. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath. "I never wanted to let anyone down. Even though I knew what I can do is limited, I wanted... I wanted to make it right."

He wanted to not let people down.

But... with Insomnia fallen, he knew that he had failed in that. Will fail.

A deep breath in was released slowly, and the hands that were on the prince's shoulders slid up to cup his cheeks tenderly. The tips of his fingers teased at Regis' scalp just behind his ears, gently, soothingly. "There was so much more at play than I could say, dearest. Just know, our sacrifice was for our children. And for the whole world." Not only their lives, but Noctis' life was a sacrifice both men had been forced to come to terms with long ago, though neither truly every accepted it.

"I have never been disappointed in you," he continued softly, leaning in to rest their foreheads together. "You've shown... will show yourself to be a wise and just king. Fate won't kind to your rule, but you will do everything in your power to keep your people safe and happy."

"I..." Regis leaned into this. The familiar touch, the familiar warmth of Clarus. He took a shaky breath. Then slumped.

"Thank you." So, so quiet. It was all that he could say.

After a few moments, he sighed. "I am missing decades of knowledge to be what they expect of me." Clarus had known Regis at this age. Cor had, too. For everyone else... "What they need me to be." That was not all of the problem. But it was a significant part of it. Regis never was ignorant on purpose.

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