[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. ]
We were still learning that on the road, actually. The book didn't go much into adding other ingredients- it was kinda something we started messing with at havens. I don't remember exactly how it started. Specs was cooking, and some kind of monster parts got into a flask... it ended up a hell of an explosion when we threw it.
[He uncaps the potion and pours it into the flask. The liquid pools in the base, glowing brightly as it falls and lighting the orb from within, where it begins to pulls gently, absorbing the curative magic much like the potion does when its contents are transformed into a curative.]
I was never that big on chemistry, but every time we played with elemancy at camp we all kinda became scientists, arguing over what to try putting in it next.
[ ...Of course that would be his. ] N-no, I mean... flavor wise. The healing ones? Such as, did you ever mix orange juice with one, and they helped cure a cold after traveling in the rain?
Talk about fearless... okay, but don't blame me if your stomach hates you for it.
[Even if she doesn't... have a stomach. Surely there'll be some kind of hell to pay for tempting fate that way.
However, once the process is started there's kind of a time limit, so rather than quip further Noctis focuses back on the flask, discarding the empty potion bottle and holding his now-free hand over the mixture. Wisps of blue energy, tinged with ribbons of red, orange, and yellow weave their way into the flask, swirling together and infusing themselves with the glowing liquid within. The collective energies spin together, slowly as if stirred like cream in a coffee, then faster and faster as more of the elemental magic begins to flood the contents. As more is added, it looks as if it ought to start overflowing, but instead the energy begins to compress itself more, and more, and more, the potion's green glow slowly overtaken by the fire's red. It takes some time, and by the end of it the glow is coming from two sides: the potion, and a rare but familiar gleam of amethyst in Noct's eyes. As the flask fills to the brim, he presses his palm fully down onto the opening and twists, sealing the flask with a final crackling of dispersing energy.
[ She's only watching it as it happens, the colors and magic swirling and shifting and melting into one, like a maelstrom painted so that one might see only the most powerful torrents of the storm-- the potion, and the essence of her fire, fed back from him and into the mixture. The flask becomes red, and it's capped before it overfills with a soft crackle of magic. Pyra jumps a bit where she's seated as if woken from a trance, not having noticed she was so enthralled in the making of the flask. ]
That's...
[ She's about to say something of her usual sort-- amazing, incredible, and so on-- when she just happens to turn just enough to look at him. As his head is resting over shoulder, she only sees his profile. But it's the glow of his eyes that captivates her now.
...She likes his blue eyes. She truly does. But there's something so mystical and mysterious about that fuchsia hue, like ancient quartz glowing from within, or the distant, silent nebulae of a stellar nursery, waiting to collapse and begin again. ] ...Beautiful.
[He blinks sidelong at her, surprised, the glow flashing on and off between his eyelids. He's not sure what has her so flustered (the blush is barely visible, lit by firelight and the dim pulse of the activated flask), but she looks startlingly pretty as she gazes back at him, so he smiles through his confusion.]
It probably looks easier than it is. I can usually only do that a couple of times before I run out of energy.
[There is in fact a bead of sweat on his forehead; the amount of effort required is subtle but palpable.]
[ Okay, she knows he’s not batting his eyes at her on purpose, but goddammit, Noct— ] Is… is that so…?
[ And, seeing that bead of sweat upon his forehead, she almost laments the fact that she wasn’t watching him as he worked. He has a particular look about him whenever he’s thinking or concentrating, focused and determined to see something in his mind’s eye through. She’s certain that his expression moments ago was just that… the kind of expression that also makes her blush just thinking of it.
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Are you going to make another one?
[ She probably couldn’t take it. She’ll probably end up making out with his face if he does. ]
[He leans in a little to get a closer look at her expression in the dark, the gleam in his eyes fading back to normal. Is she- embarrassed? Flustered? horny
That's precious. He wants to make more just to tease her.]
What do you think, more fire? Or should I do lightning, or ice?
[Is it the act itself, or does her flame play any role in the effect it has on her, he wonders.]
[ The color of his eyes may have returned to normal but that there’s that teasing gleam in them doesn’t ease the sudden warmth that’s overcome her. It takes a moment to find her voice. ] Fire.
[ She recalls, once, how he mentioned that his eyes turn that color when interacting with the divine, or channeling some sort of intense amount of power. Whether it’s her fire that’s doing this or the focus it takes for him to make these flasks, she doesn’t know, but she’d want him to have more healing-fire flasks on hand, so…
She swallows, finding her throat unusually dry. ] I can provide more, if you need it? It was taking it once enough?
I'm okay. I can make a few before I run out, unless I make them really beefy. I figure we didn't need that here.
[It's peaceful enough that big fiery explosions would likely cause more problems than they'd fix, as fun as they are. Though at least healing flasks wouldn't hurt anyone in the crossfire.
He switches to an empty flask and repeats the whole process: pouring in a potion, then the elemental energies, allowing them to pool together in a perfect storm of magical, healing fire, clamping it shut with a set of sparks when it's full to the brim. This time when it's finished he turns to her with a smile and offers the flask up, his eyes carrying that same glow brought about by their mingling magics.]
Here- feel it for yourself. Feels kinda like us, doesn't it?
[ This time, she's aware enough to focus not only on the swirl of magic and power into the flask, but also him. Just as she suspected, he has that focused, intent look about him as he works, and-- there they are again, his eyes, glowing with that fierce, pinkish amethyst that takes her breath away. If only he could look at her like that in the same way, with that same expression, with that same glow of magic within. Just imagining that makes the energy within her coil in a way that makes her warm. She's already turned part way around by the time he finishes, so that it's not her back against his, but her side.
When he offers the flask, holding it up to her, her hand reaches as if to take it, only to go to his wrist instead. Long fingers curl around his forearm, and she guides his arm down. Her hand slips from wrist to the back of his hand, pressing it to the ground by his thigh. As for her body, now she's turned around completely, half on him and straddling one of his thighs, a knee wedged dangerously between his legs, her chest rising with a breath against his as she pulls herself up closer to his chin, his jaw, his lips... All of this happens within the span of a second, because in the next--
She's basically crashing her lips against his with the full force of her weight, using that to shove him to the ground.... probably more forcefully that she intended, oops. ]
[He saw it coming and somehow she still managed to surprise him a little. Her weight pushes him down and onto his back, and it's a good thing that she'd brought his hand low because he's able to release the flask and have it roll away from them, clinking quietly but harmlessly against the others, tiny nightlights a foot or so away from them. His now free hands slide up to her waist, and he's laughing against her lips, his head tilted to meet her. Oh, but she's hungry tonight, he can already tell, and he welcomes it without words.
His eyes are half-closed, the soft pink gleam of magic still lingering, and should she draw back quickly enough she might catch him as he does look at her with a similar focus, warm and intense and kind of smug, actually, like he'd won a war of attrition somehow. As if she wouldn't have welcomed an eager makeout session if he'd asked for that instead of magical experimentation. It's different when he's able to coax out this kind of hunger, okay. A point of pride, and he's not afraid to show it in his expression.]
[ She takes his lips and mouth, taking advantage of the opening his smile gives to taste him, teeth against teeth, tongue against tongue. She likes him beneath her, she likes his hand upon her waist, how it's slid up there and fits so nicely against the curve of her. Her body is pressed to his, lost in the hungry kiss and the heat conserved between them, and she parts not for breath, but to gleam one last look at the changed color of his eyes.
That glow is still there, if faded a bit, but that look is there, together with some tangle of pride and confidence, which is also sexy, when his eyes are half-lidded like that. He--.... he did know what he was doing! Maybe?! Better question, why is she so easy when he looks at her like that?!
She pulls back a little more, feeling all the more flustered. ] S-sorry, I--... I just wanted to kiss you right then. Because of your expression, and your eyes, and... [ And she's fumbling over her words, as if she could excuse herself for being too forward? Desperate? Thirsty?? She doesn't know. ]
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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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[He uncaps the potion and pours it into the flask. The liquid pools in the base, glowing brightly as it falls and lighting the orb from within, where it begins to pulls gently, absorbing the curative magic much like the potion does when its contents are transformed into a curative.]
I was never that big on chemistry, but every time we played with elemancy at camp we all kinda became scientists, arguing over what to try putting in it next.
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Did you have a favorite?
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[Let's just pretend that their replicator doesn't currently produce that meat. An explosion that big in the city would probably not go over so well.]
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[He's momentarily taken aback by that question, in truth. Wow.]
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[ … ]
I’ll be the first to try, then.
[ It’s her fire anyway, and it’s ~cleansing~. It won’t hurt! ]
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[Even if she doesn't... have a stomach. Surely there'll be some kind of hell to pay for tempting fate that way.
However, once the process is started there's kind of a time limit, so rather than quip further Noctis focuses back on the flask, discarding the empty potion bottle and holding his now-free hand over the mixture. Wisps of blue energy, tinged with ribbons of red, orange, and yellow weave their way into the flask, swirling together and infusing themselves with the glowing liquid within. The collective energies spin together, slowly as if stirred like cream in a coffee, then faster and faster as more of the elemental magic begins to flood the contents. As more is added, it looks as if it ought to start overflowing, but instead the energy begins to compress itself more, and more, and more, the potion's green glow slowly overtaken by the fire's red. It takes some time, and by the end of it the glow is coming from two sides: the potion, and a rare but familiar gleam of amethyst in Noct's eyes. As the flask fills to the brim, he presses his palm fully down onto the opening and twists, sealing the flask with a final crackling of dispersing energy.
Just like that, the elemancy flask is made.]
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That's...
[ She's about to say something of her usual sort-- amazing, incredible, and so on-- when she just happens to turn just enough to look at him. As his head is resting over shoulder, she only sees his profile. But it's the glow of his eyes that captivates her now.
...She likes his blue eyes. She truly does. But there's something so mystical and mysterious about that fuchsia hue, like ancient quartz glowing from within, or the distant, silent nebulae of a stellar nursery, waiting to collapse and begin again. ] ...Beautiful.
[ ..... ]
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[ Oh dear. Oh dear, she's blushing now, and quickly looking forward to the flask again. ] That's all it takes. You make it seem effortless.
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It probably looks easier than it is. I can usually only do that a couple of times before I run out of energy.
[There is in fact a bead of sweat on his forehead; the amount of effort required is subtle but palpable.]
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[ And, seeing that bead of sweat upon his forehead, she almost laments the fact that she wasn’t watching him as he worked. He has a particular look about him whenever he’s thinking or concentrating, focused and determined to see something in his mind’s eye through. She’s certain that his expression moments ago was just that… the kind of expression that also makes her blush just thinking of it.
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Are you going to make another one?
[ She probably couldn’t take it. She’ll probably end up making out with his face if he does. ]
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[He leans in a little to get a closer look at her expression in the dark, the gleam in his eyes fading back to normal. Is she- embarrassed? Flustered?
hornyThat's precious. He wants to make more just to tease her.]
What do you think, more fire? Or should I do lightning, or ice?
[Is it the act itself, or does her flame play any role in the effect it has on her, he wonders.]
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[ She recalls, once, how he mentioned that his eyes turn that color when interacting with the divine, or channeling some sort of intense amount of power. Whether it’s her fire that’s doing this or the focus it takes for him to make these flasks, she doesn’t know, but she’d want him to have more healing-fire flasks on hand, so…
She swallows, finding her throat unusually dry. ] I can provide more, if you need it? It was taking it once enough?
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I'm okay. I can make a few before I run out, unless I make them really beefy. I figure we didn't need that here.
[It's peaceful enough that big fiery explosions would likely cause more problems than they'd fix, as fun as they are. Though at least healing flasks wouldn't hurt anyone in the crossfire.
He switches to an empty flask and repeats the whole process: pouring in a potion, then the elemental energies, allowing them to pool together in a perfect storm of magical, healing fire, clamping it shut with a set of sparks when it's full to the brim. This time when it's finished he turns to her with a smile and offers the flask up, his eyes carrying that same glow brought about by their mingling magics.]
Here- feel it for yourself. Feels kinda like us, doesn't it?
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When he offers the flask, holding it up to her, her hand reaches as if to take it, only to go to his wrist instead. Long fingers curl around his forearm, and she guides his arm down. Her hand slips from wrist to the back of his hand, pressing it to the ground by his thigh. As for her body, now she's turned around completely, half on him and straddling one of his thighs, a knee wedged dangerously between his legs, her chest rising with a breath against his as she pulls herself up closer to his chin, his jaw, his lips... All of this happens within the span of a second, because in the next--
She's basically crashing her lips against his with the full force of her weight, using that to shove him to the ground.... probably more forcefully that she intended, oops. ]
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His eyes are half-closed, the soft pink gleam of magic still lingering, and should she draw back quickly enough she might catch him as he does look at her with a similar focus, warm and intense and kind of smug, actually, like he'd won a war of attrition somehow. As if she wouldn't have welcomed an eager makeout session if he'd asked for that instead of magical experimentation. It's different when he's able to coax out this kind of hunger, okay. A point of pride, and he's not afraid to show it in his expression.]
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That glow is still there, if faded a bit, but that look is there, together with some tangle of pride and confidence, which is also sexy, when his eyes are half-lidded like that. He--.... he did know what he was doing! Maybe?! Better question, why is she so easy when he looks at her like that?!
She pulls back a little more, feeling all the more flustered. ] S-sorry, I--... I just wanted to kiss you right then. Because of your expression, and your eyes, and... [ And she's fumbling over her words, as if she could excuse herself for being too forward? Desperate? Thirsty?? She doesn't know. ]
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