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Shoulder to Shoulder (Ignis/Eclat)
Title: Shoulder to Shoulder.
Fandom: Glamourous City
Length: 702 words
Prompt: For my love, as always.
Pairing: Ignis/Eclat established
Other: Set sometime before visiting Hat in England. Title from a quote by Maxwell Anderson.
Except: Nowadays, people tended to talk around Eclat. It had taken Ignis some time to realize this, but the way that Eclat flailed when he noticed soon made it one of Ignis's chief concerns.
Nowadays, people tended to talk around Eclat. It had taken Ignis some time to realize this, but the way that Eclat flailed when he noticed soon made it one of Ignis's chief concerns. When Eclat was wearing his dark glasses, people tended to talk over him to Ignis instead. Ignis supposed they liked speaking to someone who could meet their eyes.
"It's really irritating," Eclat said, brow furrowed, as his fingers slid across the menu and he attempted to pick out the Braille. He paused and ran a hand across some of the letters again.
"Chicken," Ignis said for him helpfully, and then, "I know. It's like they think I'm your handler or something. Which, well, I am..."
Eclat kicked him under the table.
"But not in the way they think," he finished, satisfied despite the throb in his shin. Somehow Eclat still had perfect aim in that direction. The waitress approached and Eclat turned his head-- he could hear her shoes clicking on the diner's floor-- but her eyes wavered over the handicapped menu and the dark glasses, and then focused on Ignis.
"How can I help you gentlemen?" she asked, looking down at her order pad. Ignis gestured widely at Eclat.
"He can still hear, you know," he said. The waitress lifted an eyebrow and then leaned down into Eclat's personal space.
"How can I help you?" she asked, too loudly, and Eclat started and shifted away in the booth.
"Oh, I don't know," he said with a sigh. "What do you think, Ignis?"
Ignis rolled his eyes. "We'll both have a burger, I think," he said. When there was no protest from the other side of the booth, the waitress gave him a put-upon look, wrote down the order, and walked off, shoes clicking steadily.
"You know, that totally defeated the purpose of your complaint," Ignis said. Eclat shrugged.
"Well, she didn't want to talk to me anyway." He sighed again. Ignis toed him under the table.
"Her loss," he announced firmly. Eclat smiled. He reached across the table and Ignis gave him his hand, lacing their fingers together in the middle. Eclat rubbed at Ignis's hand with his thumb. Ignis looked across the table into eyes that did not see him. Maybe Eclat didn't know that, but he thought it was important to do, anyway.
"What's our next step?" he asked after a moment. He couldn't stare into Eclat's blank gaze for long, no matter his intentions. It just made him want to do something, to fix this problem, no matter what it took.
"I think we need to see this inventor," Eclat said after a considering moment. "And he won't come here, so we'd better follow." He sighed heavily. "I always wanted to see England."
"You will," Ignis answered sternly. "We'll sort it out and go back and you can drag me around to all those historical places you're always babbling about. And maybe we can see Shakespeare's house!"
"That would be wonderful," Eclat said dreamily. "It can be our honeymoon."
"...What?"
"You're not going to let a poor blind man die alone, are you?" Eclat asked, sliding back in the booth and pushing his sunglasses up his nose again. Ignis snickered and leaned back as well.
"You wouldn't be blind then," he said, "which was my point. I could just leave you in Heathrow."
"You wouldn't!"
"Don't think so?"
"Ignis!" Eclat began to protest; his expected tirade was cut off by the delivery of their meals. They ate in silence for a while, but then Ignis reached out and poked Eclat with his fork.
"Did you just propose to me?" he asked, chewing and swallowing. Eclat wrinkled his nose.
"I can hear you doing that," he said; but then, "What?"
"If I'm taking you somewhere for our honeymoon, then we have to get married first. Putting aside the current illegality of that, of course. Did you just propose to me in a diner in downtown Portland?"
"I'm a closet romantic, you know," Eclat answered. "Of course I did."
Ignis snorted. "I'll think about it."
"You do that," Eclat answered, before Ignis stole the rest of his burger.
Fandom: Glamourous City
Length: 702 words
Prompt: For my love, as always.
Pairing: Ignis/Eclat established
Other: Set sometime before visiting Hat in England. Title from a quote by Maxwell Anderson.
Except: Nowadays, people tended to talk around Eclat. It had taken Ignis some time to realize this, but the way that Eclat flailed when he noticed soon made it one of Ignis's chief concerns.
If two stand shoulder to shoulder against the gods,
Happy together, the gods themselves are helpless
Against them while they stand so.
~Maxwell Anderson
Nowadays, people tended to talk around Eclat. It had taken Ignis some time to realize this, but the way that Eclat flailed when he noticed soon made it one of Ignis's chief concerns. When Eclat was wearing his dark glasses, people tended to talk over him to Ignis instead. Ignis supposed they liked speaking to someone who could meet their eyes.
"It's really irritating," Eclat said, brow furrowed, as his fingers slid across the menu and he attempted to pick out the Braille. He paused and ran a hand across some of the letters again.
"Chicken," Ignis said for him helpfully, and then, "I know. It's like they think I'm your handler or something. Which, well, I am..."
Eclat kicked him under the table.
"But not in the way they think," he finished, satisfied despite the throb in his shin. Somehow Eclat still had perfect aim in that direction. The waitress approached and Eclat turned his head-- he could hear her shoes clicking on the diner's floor-- but her eyes wavered over the handicapped menu and the dark glasses, and then focused on Ignis.
"How can I help you gentlemen?" she asked, looking down at her order pad. Ignis gestured widely at Eclat.
"He can still hear, you know," he said. The waitress lifted an eyebrow and then leaned down into Eclat's personal space.
"How can I help you?" she asked, too loudly, and Eclat started and shifted away in the booth.
"Oh, I don't know," he said with a sigh. "What do you think, Ignis?"
Ignis rolled his eyes. "We'll both have a burger, I think," he said. When there was no protest from the other side of the booth, the waitress gave him a put-upon look, wrote down the order, and walked off, shoes clicking steadily.
"You know, that totally defeated the purpose of your complaint," Ignis said. Eclat shrugged.
"Well, she didn't want to talk to me anyway." He sighed again. Ignis toed him under the table.
"Her loss," he announced firmly. Eclat smiled. He reached across the table and Ignis gave him his hand, lacing their fingers together in the middle. Eclat rubbed at Ignis's hand with his thumb. Ignis looked across the table into eyes that did not see him. Maybe Eclat didn't know that, but he thought it was important to do, anyway.
"What's our next step?" he asked after a moment. He couldn't stare into Eclat's blank gaze for long, no matter his intentions. It just made him want to do something, to fix this problem, no matter what it took.
"I think we need to see this inventor," Eclat said after a considering moment. "And he won't come here, so we'd better follow." He sighed heavily. "I always wanted to see England."
"You will," Ignis answered sternly. "We'll sort it out and go back and you can drag me around to all those historical places you're always babbling about. And maybe we can see Shakespeare's house!"
"That would be wonderful," Eclat said dreamily. "It can be our honeymoon."
"...What?"
"You're not going to let a poor blind man die alone, are you?" Eclat asked, sliding back in the booth and pushing his sunglasses up his nose again. Ignis snickered and leaned back as well.
"You wouldn't be blind then," he said, "which was my point. I could just leave you in Heathrow."
"You wouldn't!"
"Don't think so?"
"Ignis!" Eclat began to protest; his expected tirade was cut off by the delivery of their meals. They ate in silence for a while, but then Ignis reached out and poked Eclat with his fork.
"Did you just propose to me?" he asked, chewing and swallowing. Eclat wrinkled his nose.
"I can hear you doing that," he said; but then, "What?"
"If I'm taking you somewhere for our honeymoon, then we have to get married first. Putting aside the current illegality of that, of course. Did you just propose to me in a diner in downtown Portland?"
"I'm a closet romantic, you know," Eclat answered. "Of course I did."
Ignis snorted. "I'll think about it."
"You do that," Eclat answered, before Ignis stole the rest of his burger.