Chapter Two

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"I fucking hate you, Prompto," Dolor Tenebris growled at the blond, her voice laced with venom. As soon as she said this, the blond's hands shot into the air in a form of surrender.

"I already said I was sorry, Doll!" Prompto cried, his blue eyes shooting to Gladio, who only watched the two in fascination. At the old pet name, Dolor whipped around and glared at the man, taking powerful strides towards him.

"What did I tell you about using that name, Prompto?!" she roared, grabbing the blond's lapels and throwing him over her shoulder. He landed on the concrete with a loud thunk and let out a pained groan.

"You've really got to stop messing with her, kid," Gladio laughed, helping up the injured blond before throwing an arm around his shoulders. "One of these days she's gonna kill yer ass!"

Dolor found it hard to keep her face passive at the sound of Gladio's boisterous laughter, and ended up joining in. Prompto, still held in Gladio's grip, smiled at her. It had been quite some time since he had seen her enjoying herself. He saw her as a sister, and the fact that her smiles and laughs had disappeared with sun concerned him greatly. But now, as he watched her join in on the mirth, he knew that she would be alright.

He only had one more person to worry about: Ignis. And he knew that the tactician would be near impossible to get through to. That man was a stubborn as the late king.

***

Ignis walked through the front doors of the now repaired Citadel, letting memory guide him more than anything else. He had had a hand in the building being resurrected as closely to its previous layout as possible, for more than one reason. The main one being his lack of sight. Had the building been built with a different layout, the tall man would have had difficulty navigating without help from someone else. That was one thing he would never do: ask for help from a stranger. Hell, he rarely asked for help from Prompto and Gladio as it was.

His sole of his shoes struck the marble flooring as he made his way through the front lobby, inclining his head in greeting to the others in the room. A few times he received verbal confirmation, but never thought that he should do the same towards others. Instead, he walked silently towards his office.

Situated between the Citadel garden and the kitchen, his office more often than not smelled like baked goods and flowers. Whenever the other two would visit, they would always complain that the smell didn't fit Ignis, but the bespectacled man would just wave away their complaints, asking to get right down to business. This morning, however, a new scent intruded the safe space, throwing the man's balance off ever so slightly.

Slowly, he walked into the office, noticing the faint smell of coffee. It definitely wasn't Ebony -- the coffee Ignis adored -- but that wasn't the reason his lips screwed into a frown.

"What are you doing here?" his voice took on a cold edge as he addressed the woman standing in front of his desk. Already, he knew it was the same woman Prompto had sent a few days prior.

"Good to see you, too," she snorted, and Ignis could only imagine her rolling her eyes as she approached him. She stopped to stand in front of him, a hand outstretched. "I never formally introduced myself. My name is Dolor Tenebris. I'll be an active member of the Citadel from this moment forward."


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