Alright. [ The excited sparkle in her eyes gives away that she's been looking forward to it. Quite possibly, she's been anticipating this for a long time. Him teaching her of his abilities and show them to her has always been something she's enjoyed, not so much as entertainment, but because it's just one more thing to be in awe of him. He has so many talents, and so much to share. She wants to learn of it all.
When they part, she nears the dying embers of their fire and tosses in a few more logs, after which she uses her own flames to reignite them. ]
[While she does that, he can't help watching out of his peripheral, sharing her smile as the fire burns more brightly thanks to the use of her power. He can't help loving her expression when she calls it out, especially when it's still somewhat secret despite his sharing his own with her. Finding excuses for her to use fire is kind of a hidden mission for him sometimes.
Thankfully his job isn't much work, at least for the set-up, so he can get away with the slack. He fetches the flask bag from their tent and returns to the fire, on his backside with knees apart so his legs can stretch out. He pulls a few out and lines them up beside him, making sure they're on a stable dent in the rocks so none roll away. When they're both ready, he looks back at her and points to the space he'd made between his legs.]
C'mere, cozy up. You might as well get the best view.
[Plus it's kind of an excuse to keep holding her, and... well, she's warm, and it feels nice for both of them.]
[ She doesn't need an excuse to hold him or be held, and she scoots back over to him, wedging herself where he's indicated and allowing her back to be pressed against his chest. It's similar to how they had been sitting before, only a little more intimate and... she likes this better, if she had to admit it. ]
There's so many flasks, [ She comments, counting them in her head. ] You can fill them all without effort?
It takes a little effort, [he smiles, amused. She always has such confidence in his abilities, far beyond his own knowledge or belief. Sometimes it's ego-stroking; other times it's heartwarming. Today it's mixed.
He's prepped a couple of ethers, just in case, though with her support he doubts they'll be needed. He wanted to ensure that he had the stamina to make a proper night of it.]
Most of it is the element itself- I usually run out of that and have to recharge before I get too many done. That might not be an issue with you here.
[ He might not see her expression, but he'll certainly be able to hear a small intake of breath as if she's about to ask more questions-- questions like, does he mean he literally stores fire in these flasks?!-- but then she refrains. She'll find out soon enough.
A hand goes to his thigh, patting it because it's the most accessible part of him. ]
Oh, you know me. I've got fire to spare. [ And because she can't help herself: ] It's because my love is always burning for you.
[He smirks, and the expression is audible in his voice as he responds.]
Nerd. [He kisses her cheek appreciatively, then lifts a hand and rests his elbow on his knees so that his arm is outstretched, palm up to demonstrate.] Okay, can you call some fire out? On your hand, like this. Just keep it burning, as long as you can.
[ She chuckles softly when he kisses her cheek, tipping her face against his lips.
Her hand outstretches in turn, and soon a steady flame appears, hovering just above the palm of her hand. It burns without fuel, and it gives off no smoke. ]
Flame: ready.
[ Even if her tone is light, she is absolutely focusing on what he's doing and what he will be doing next, watching his own hands for any sign of his magic. ]
[Perhaps a little too on the nose. And it might be his last (bad) joke for a bit; going forward he needs to concentrate on what he's doing, lest an elemental flask explode in their faces. Not a great look when they're both so close to the action, and he'd feel bad even if she can heal herself. Hell, he'd feel bad because he likes his face the way it is, thanks.
The outstretched hand tilts towards hers, and he focuses on the fire she's manifesting, the energy fueling it. He uses his own magic to pull, drawing the flames towards his fingers. It weaves around his hand, transitioning from tongues of fire to swirls of white and blue energy, infusing themselves into his skin and crawling up his forearm. It looks gentle, a slow absorption similar to how she shares her energy with him, and it might feel the same way, too, except the pull comes from his end this time.
He doesn't go for long, just a handful of seconds to let them both experience it, and when he stops the energy swirls one last time before fading away, drawn fully into his skin as if it was never there. He tilts a bit, looking at her.]
[ Her eyes widen as she begins to feel the pull of her flame away from her palm, and that's-- different. Very different, to have someone summoning the fire she manifests. When the flames begin to shape then bend towards him, drawing a little too close, she tenses slightly against his back, but understanding that he's done this before, doesn't snuff the fire out from her palm.
Her patience pays out, and the flames that he calls towards his fingers transform into the signature blue of his power, and then they are absorbed into his skin. ] ...Wow...
[ She still has fire in the palm of her hands, but it's his palm she's looking at, watching as the last flicker of his magic fades away upon his skin. ]
Just like that-- it doesn't burn you?
[ Oh right, he asked a question. ] Ah, I feel fine.
No, it doesn't burn. It's energy before it hits me- the same goes for lightning and ice, when I can find the elemental deposits for it. And as long as it doesn't hurt you, I guess this means we can make fire flasks any time we might need them.
[Which would admittedly be convenient, even if the actual need for fire and combat is limited in town. In some ways the reassurance is more meaningful than the spell itself.]
[ Disissing the fire in her palm it goes to cup over his hand that had siphoned the flames from her. When she had been expecting his palm to be warmed, it's not. The feel of his hand is his usual temperature.
She's definitely wide-eyed now. ] With an ability like that... you could negate any elemental damage coming at you.
Nah, I wish. [Again, her confidence is touching, but she's wrong, and it would be dangerous to claim otherwise.] It doesn't work fast enough to absorb all of it, especially if it's spread out like an attack. And it has to be, um... pure, in a sense? Usually I pull it directly from the earth, where the elements gather in a particular way. I wasn't even sure if it would work with your fire, but I had a hunch.
[Their powers had blended together so well in previous attempts, he couldn't help believing that this, too, would work. He's glad that was proven true.]
[ Her shoulders dip when he answers her, but she's not too disappointed to hear that that's not one of his additional powers. He's well strong enough already without something like elemental-negation at his command. ]
Well... Now you have a fire that isn't effected by rain. [ When released it can cause normal fires-- it's definitely bright and hot enough to do so-- but unlike a real fire Blade, it has no weakness to water. Because she's not truly a Blade in the first place. ] ...Is it... inside your armory, then?
Not yet. Right now it's just with me, though I don't know what makes it different. I guess because it's a power, and not an item? Though Ignis is an elemancy specialist, so he can use it, too. Magic's weird, but you knew that.
[He clenches his fist then unclenches to flex his fingers, still feeling the tingle, soft and subtle but palpable. Then he reaches over and grabs the first flask, holding it between both hands over her lap.]
But that's what these are for: so I can put my spells in the armory, and then anyone can use them. And it means I'm able to make more advanced magic when it's quiet like this, since I can't do it on the fly.
[He wouldn't abuse this power, just because he can. He knows enough of her past to recognize the implications of using her for her power; even incidentally, he wants no part of that.]
[ ....She's okay with it. She's more than okay with it, and that thought alone is surprising, that she would be so willing and ready to share her power with him in this way. Merely enhancing his own by providing him excess power is one thing, but to hand him her fire is another, and-- she's still okay with that.
Pyra's smile can be heard in her voice, and she manages to crane her neck and turn just enough so that she can see him from the corner of her eyes. ]
Please... I want you to have it. My fire, I mean... Ah, and if others need it, too.
[ It'll be there so he can protect himself with it, or by extension, those he trusts with access to his armory. A little bit of her fire isn't going to kill anyone, anyway. ]
[He wanted to hear it said, though, and for it to be her call. His fingers curl beneath hers, and he leans in, tucking his head against her shoulder so he can see better, and so that they can work side by side.]
I'm gonna sweeten the pot anyway- I was thinking of making Healcasts. Kinda like... healing fire.
[He switches hands, shifting one away from the flask to call a potion from the armory into it.]
It's dual-use. It hurts whatever you throw it at, but it also heals the one who throws it, and it doesn't hurt anyone you're fighting alongside like the fire usually would.
Well, let's start with one, and see how far we get from there.
[He bumps his cheek against hers, pleased, and gives the flask a little hop against his fingers. It rolls an inch, revealing a small lid to be twisted open on one side.]
Not Dad, no. He doesn't need to use flasks, actually- he's got way better control of elemancy on his own. Ignis dug up some ancient text from the library back when I was still having trouble getting any magic going. I think he was tired of listening to me complain about it.
[Or more that Ignis was worried about his lack of progress and the disheartening result it had on him over time... he'd always been prone to bouts of depression and self-doubt, and Ignis liked to push his limits and encourage him to try different things to see what stuck. He had success with some things more than others- ways for Noctis to access his power was one he'd work hard for, especially after meeting Luna.]
There was a king generations back who had a similar problem as me- wasn't from a daemon attack, but he had less power than his older brother. When he became king, he had to step up, so I guess he did a bunch of research on charging items with elemental energy. Elemancy on weapons is what Specs got out of it, and flasks worked pretty well for me.
[ She can imagine how it might have been for him and Ignis when they were younger, one researching and helping the other learn how to create these flasks, and the two of them discovering something new together. They must have been so excited, the first time they crafted a flask or imbued weapons with elements...
Now, he's showing her how he does it. ]
If one king can figure out how to do something like that... there's probably other possibilities with your magic that you can invent yourself, too, isn't there? [ And she knows he's creative enough for these sorts of things, what with his artistry and design. The way he uses his magic might never be a tradition passed down to another, but... she thinks that if he decides to make something with his own magic, it'd be worth celebrating anyway. ]
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When they part, she nears the dying embers of their fire and tosses in a few more logs, after which she uses her own flames to reignite them. ]
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Thankfully his job isn't much work, at least for the set-up, so he can get away with the slack. He fetches the flask bag from their tent and returns to the fire, on his backside with knees apart so his legs can stretch out. He pulls a few out and lines them up beside him, making sure they're on a stable dent in the rocks so none roll away. When they're both ready, he looks back at her and points to the space he'd made between his legs.]
C'mere, cozy up. You might as well get the best view.
[Plus it's kind of an excuse to keep holding her, and... well, she's warm, and it feels nice for both of them.]
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There's so many flasks, [ She comments, counting them in her head. ] You can fill them all without effort?
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He's prepped a couple of ethers, just in case, though with her support he doubts they'll be needed. He wanted to ensure that he had the stamina to make a proper night of it.]
Most of it is the element itself- I usually run out of that and have to recharge before I get too many done. That might not be an issue with you here.
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A hand goes to his thigh, patting it because it's the most accessible part of him. ]
Oh, you know me. I've got fire to spare. [ And because she can't help herself: ] It's because my love is always burning for you.
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Nerd. [He kisses her cheek appreciatively, then lifts a hand and rests his elbow on his knees so that his arm is outstretched, palm up to demonstrate.] Okay, can you call some fire out? On your hand, like this. Just keep it burning, as long as you can.
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Her hand outstretches in turn, and soon a steady flame appears, hovering just above the palm of her hand. It burns without fuel, and it gives off no smoke. ]
Flame: ready.
[ Even if her tone is light, she is absolutely focusing on what he's doing and what he will be doing next, watching his own hands for any sign of his magic. ]
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[Perhaps a little too on the nose. And it might be his last (bad) joke for a bit; going forward he needs to concentrate on what he's doing, lest an elemental flask explode in their faces. Not a great look when they're both so close to the action, and he'd feel bad even if she can heal herself. Hell, he'd feel bad because he likes his face the way it is, thanks.
The outstretched hand tilts towards hers, and he focuses on the fire she's manifesting, the energy fueling it. He uses his own magic to pull, drawing the flames towards his fingers. It weaves around his hand, transitioning from tongues of fire to swirls of white and blue energy, infusing themselves into his skin and crawling up his forearm. It looks gentle, a slow absorption similar to how she shares her energy with him, and it might feel the same way, too, except the pull comes from his end this time.
He doesn't go for long, just a handful of seconds to let them both experience it, and when he stops the energy swirls one last time before fading away, drawn fully into his skin as if it was never there. He tilts a bit, looking at her.]
So? How's it feel?
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Her patience pays out, and the flames that he calls towards his fingers transform into the signature blue of his power, and then they are absorbed into his skin. ] ...Wow...
[ She still has fire in the palm of her hands, but it's his palm she's looking at, watching as the last flicker of his magic fades away upon his skin. ]
Just like that-- it doesn't burn you?
[ Oh right, he asked a question. ] Ah, I feel fine.
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No, it doesn't burn. It's energy before it hits me- the same goes for lightning and ice, when I can find the elemental deposits for it. And as long as it doesn't hurt you, I guess this means we can make fire flasks any time we might need them.
[Which would admittedly be convenient, even if the actual need for fire and combat is limited in town. In some ways the reassurance is more meaningful than the spell itself.]
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She's definitely wide-eyed now. ] With an ability like that... you could negate any elemental damage coming at you.
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[Their powers had blended together so well in previous attempts, he couldn't help believing that this, too, would work. He's glad that was proven true.]
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Well... Now you have a fire that isn't effected by rain. [ When released it can cause normal fires-- it's definitely bright and hot enough to do so-- but unlike a real fire Blade, it has no weakness to water. Because she's not truly a Blade in the first place. ] ...Is it... inside your armory, then?
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[He clenches his fist then unclenches to flex his fingers, still feeling the tingle, soft and subtle but palpable. Then he reaches over and grabs the first flask, holding it between both hands over her lap.]
But that's what these are for: so I can put my spells in the armory, and then anyone can use them. And it means I'm able to make more advanced magic when it's quiet like this, since I can't do it on the fly.
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Her mouth makes a small "o"-shape as she cups her hands beneath the flask, holding it for him. ]
So that means... you'll be able to use my fire whenever you want, too.
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[He wouldn't abuse this power, just because he can. He knows enough of her past to recognize the implications of using her for her power; even incidentally, he wants no part of that.]
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Pyra's smile can be heard in her voice, and she manages to crane her neck and turn just enough so that she can see him from the corner of her eyes. ]
Please... I want you to have it. My fire, I mean... Ah, and if others need it, too.
[ It'll be there so he can protect himself with it, or by extension, those he trusts with access to his armory. A little bit of her fire isn't going to kill anyone, anyway. ]
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[He wanted to hear it said, though, and for it to be her call. His fingers curl beneath hers, and he leans in, tucking his head against her shoulder so he can see better, and so that they can work side by side.]
I'm gonna sweeten the pot anyway- I was thinking of making Healcasts. Kinda like... healing fire.
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[ It’s clear she’s never heard of fire being healing before— at least in not in any preternatural sense. ]
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[He switches hands, shifting one away from the flask to call a potion from the armory into it.]
It's dual-use. It hurts whatever you throw it at, but it also heals the one who throws it, and it doesn't hurt anyone you're fighting alongside like the fire usually would.
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I never would have thought that possible… [ She replies, quiet, and then she gives his wrist a determined squeeze. ] That’s wonderful, Noct!
I’d help you make a hundred if I could.
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[He bumps his cheek against hers, pleased, and gives the flask a little hop against his fingers. It rolls an inch, revealing a small lid to be twisted open on one side.]
Can you open it for me? We'll start with that.
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May I ask… was it your father who taught you how to craft these?
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[Or more that Ignis was worried about his lack of progress and the disheartening result it had on him over time... he'd always been prone to bouts of depression and self-doubt, and Ignis liked to push his limits and encourage him to try different things to see what stuck. He had success with some things more than others- ways for Noctis to access his power was one he'd work hard for, especially after meeting Luna.]
There was a king generations back who had a similar problem as me- wasn't from a daemon attack, but he had less power than his older brother. When he became king, he had to step up, so I guess he did a bunch of research on charging items with elemental energy. Elemancy on weapons is what Specs got out of it, and flasks worked pretty well for me.
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Now, he's showing her how he does it. ]
If one king can figure out how to do something like that... there's probably other possibilities with your magic that you can invent yourself, too, isn't there? [ And she knows he's creative enough for these sorts of things, what with his artistry and design. The way he uses his magic might never be a tradition passed down to another, but... she thinks that if he decides to make something with his own magic, it'd be worth celebrating anyway. ]
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