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storypaint) wrote2010-08-30 11:48 pm
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[Glamorous City] an adventure like going to war (Ignis/Eclat)
Title: an adventure like going to war
Fandom: Glamorous City
Length: 430 words
Prompt: darling I do for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chibidl's birthdayfic
Pairing: Ignis/Eclat established
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Ignis doesn't need reading glasses; he just thinks they make him look smarter. So Eclat has no compunctions about leaving the string to the cat and reaching around Ignis's book to steal them off his face. He considers the question as he sucks on one endpiece.
"So what are you doing this weekend?" Ignis asks, turning a page and pushing his reading glasses up on his nose. He is lying in bed with Eclat draped across his knees and looking over the edge, teasing the cat with a random piece of string.
Ignis doesn't need reading glasses; he just thinks they make him look smarter. So Eclat has no compunctions about leaving the string to the cat and reaching around Ignis's book to steal them off his face. He considers the question as he sucks on one endpiece.
"I don't know, did you have something in mind?"
Ignis yawns. "I was thinking we could get married," he says casually, "since they finally got around to legalizing it."
Eclat stiffens and stares and drops the glasses. "What?" he squawks.
"You know," Ignis says mock-patiently, waving an arm. "Go down to the courthouse, change your last name, promise to share a bed for the rest of eternity or until you get sick of it."
"I'd like sleeping with you more if you didn't fart so loudly," Eclat answers, rolling his eyes, but then continues more seriously. "Are you serious? Is that really how you're going to propose?"
"Oh!" Ignis answers, smacking his fist against his palm. "That's right, I forgot something. But you'd want to pick your own ring, I thought. Try not to bankrupt us."
"Ignis, you are an idiot," Eclat answers severely, but he sets the reading glasses on the bedside table and wraps his arms around Ignis's neck. He rests his head on Ignis's chest.
"I am not getting married this weekend," he says.
"Your loss," Ignis answers. He begins to scratch Eclat in the small of his back, and Eclat stretches and sighs shamelessly. "This is a one-time limited offer." His hand pauses. Under the humor, he sounds a little grumpy. Eclat reaches back and squeezes Ignis's hand as an encouragement to continue the scratching.
"I'm not turning you down," he says, lifting his head so as to effectively roll his eyes. "I need time to buy a dress. You can't expect me to get married on two day's notice, can you? Honestly, sometimes you are such a--"
He circles a hand in the air lazily, trying to produce the right word, but Ignis just laughs and pulls him up to kiss him. When they part again after a long moment, to breathe, Ignis grins.
"I will be a wonderful husband," he declares.
"Yeah, I guess," Eclat allows, and he reaches over to turn off the light.
Fandom: Glamorous City
Length: 430 words
Prompt: darling I do for
chibidl's birthdayficPairing: Ignis/Eclat established
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Ignis doesn't need reading glasses; he just thinks they make him look smarter. So Eclat has no compunctions about leaving the string to the cat and reaching around Ignis's book to steal them off his face. He considers the question as he sucks on one endpiece.
"So what are you doing this weekend?" Ignis asks, turning a page and pushing his reading glasses up on his nose. He is lying in bed with Eclat draped across his knees and looking over the edge, teasing the cat with a random piece of string.
Ignis doesn't need reading glasses; he just thinks they make him look smarter. So Eclat has no compunctions about leaving the string to the cat and reaching around Ignis's book to steal them off his face. He considers the question as he sucks on one endpiece.
"I don't know, did you have something in mind?"
Ignis yawns. "I was thinking we could get married," he says casually, "since they finally got around to legalizing it."
Eclat stiffens and stares and drops the glasses. "What?" he squawks.
"You know," Ignis says mock-patiently, waving an arm. "Go down to the courthouse, change your last name, promise to share a bed for the rest of eternity or until you get sick of it."
"I'd like sleeping with you more if you didn't fart so loudly," Eclat answers, rolling his eyes, but then continues more seriously. "Are you serious? Is that really how you're going to propose?"
"Oh!" Ignis answers, smacking his fist against his palm. "That's right, I forgot something. But you'd want to pick your own ring, I thought. Try not to bankrupt us."
"Ignis, you are an idiot," Eclat answers severely, but he sets the reading glasses on the bedside table and wraps his arms around Ignis's neck. He rests his head on Ignis's chest.
"I am not getting married this weekend," he says.
"Your loss," Ignis answers. He begins to scratch Eclat in the small of his back, and Eclat stretches and sighs shamelessly. "This is a one-time limited offer." His hand pauses. Under the humor, he sounds a little grumpy. Eclat reaches back and squeezes Ignis's hand as an encouragement to continue the scratching.
"I'm not turning you down," he says, lifting his head so as to effectively roll his eyes. "I need time to buy a dress. You can't expect me to get married on two day's notice, can you? Honestly, sometimes you are such a--"
He circles a hand in the air lazily, trying to produce the right word, but Ignis just laughs and pulls him up to kiss him. When they part again after a long moment, to breathe, Ignis grins.
"I will be a wonderful husband," he declares.
"Yeah, I guess," Eclat allows, and he reaches over to turn off the light.