Ever since that little exchange on the rocky talkies, he and Ardyn have not actually met up with one another.
Ignis would like to believe that it's because his little tactic was effective. That Ardyn is so revolted by a little bit of courtesy and even the idea of forgiveness that he has purposefully avoided him. However, it is a bit egocentric, he must admit. After all, it seems that with no ties to the Empire, the man falls into absolute squalor and apathy.
He hasn't even had to stalk him to his home to find this out. It's easy enough to hear, if one only looks at the sort of posts he makes and the nosy enough people who try to get involved with him, such as Elidibus.
So that means it is just as likely that the man simply feel into some sort of drunken stupor and hasn't bothered to emerge for any socializing in the same way that Ignis does - even if really he only does so in passing as he gets ingredients for dinner or new clothes for the many individuals in his household (and Lady Lunafrey now, as well, of course).
A pity, really. Pastries only stay good for so long.
But the good thing about the Armiger is that it keeps things fairly fresh no matter what. (The real problem is keeping Noct and Prompto's fingers from them, really.) So he makes sure, the night before they all get up into the wagon, to make a fresh batch of Bell Berry Tarts.
Not that it's something which goes into effect right away. While he wants to ruin Ardyn's life quite soundly and make it so that he feels absolutely no desire to ever even look at his own again... well. All good things in time. The most important thing is and always has been how those he loves are faring, and, for a very early wagon ride, that means fussing over them to a degree. Making sure Noct is as comfortable as he can be considering the early mornig and an uncomfortable ride, keeping Prompto company while he's forced to stay still for an extended period of time, and simply enjoying Gladio's company.
There is Lady Lunafreya to consider... but, well. Ravus is her knight, isn't he? Ignis gladly concedes any further care and protection of her to him.
The busyness doesn't stop there, either. There are lodgings to consider, who stays in what room, making sure that they all stay focused on what they're really here for with the investigations, and various other little things like assisting those about town. There is a lot to do at any given time. Ignis won't let Ardyn think he's so important to take over his life.
Besides... There's always a perfect timing for these sorts of things. A good time to strike. Ignis remembers those lessons well, something that was shared in common both for politics and combat. A good bit of life advice.
The most impact has to be considered carefully, and you never know when you'll get your chance.
For his instance, it happens after he's made sure that all the others have come back from their investigations, and is simply out and about for a trivial little task. Just something he wanted to get done, but didn't need to. He spots Ardyn, all on his own, clearly dragged into a menial little task as a part of Charlie's demands for community service.
There's no better time than now. Ignis can realize that immediately. So he takes a breath, tucks all of his hatred and anger and bloodlust away into a neat little box far away from the light of day for now similarly as he has in the past when dealing with Citadel nonsense...
And fetches the pastries out of the Armiger.
"Ardyn!" When Ignis approaches, it's with a small smile on his face (which doesn't quite reach his eyes, don't worry about it) and a small bag held in his fingers. He's wearing the traditional clothing of Vorrun for now - a simple dark grey yukata with white birds on it, and a matching jackete - with no signs of his draconic changes. For now, of course. "It's good to see that you're out and about. How are you? I noticed you'd been a touch distant on the wagon as we all traveled here, but I was a touch preoccupied, I'm afraid. This is a lovely country, isn't it?"
[ardyn] back back back again
Ignis would like to believe that it's because his little tactic was effective. That Ardyn is so revolted by a little bit of courtesy and even the idea of forgiveness that he has purposefully avoided him. However, it is a bit egocentric, he must admit. After all, it seems that with no ties to the Empire, the man falls into absolute squalor and apathy.
He hasn't even had to stalk him to his home to find this out. It's easy enough to hear, if one only looks at the sort of posts he makes and the nosy enough people who try to get involved with him, such as Elidibus.
So that means it is just as likely that the man simply feel into some sort of drunken stupor and hasn't bothered to emerge for any socializing in the same way that Ignis does - even if really he only does so in passing as he gets ingredients for dinner or new clothes for the many individuals in his household (and Lady Lunafrey now, as well, of course).
A pity, really. Pastries only stay good for so long.
But the good thing about the Armiger is that it keeps things fairly fresh no matter what. (The real problem is keeping Noct and Prompto's fingers from them, really.) So he makes sure, the night before they all get up into the wagon, to make a fresh batch of Bell Berry Tarts.
Not that it's something which goes into effect right away. While he wants to ruin Ardyn's life quite soundly and make it so that he feels absolutely no desire to ever even look at his own again... well. All good things in time. The most important thing is and always has been how those he loves are faring, and, for a very early wagon ride, that means fussing over them to a degree. Making sure Noct is as comfortable as he can be considering the early mornig and an uncomfortable ride, keeping Prompto company while he's forced to stay still for an extended period of time, and simply enjoying Gladio's company.
There is Lady Lunafreya to consider... but, well. Ravus is her knight, isn't he? Ignis gladly concedes any further care and protection of her to him.
The busyness doesn't stop there, either. There are lodgings to consider, who stays in what room, making sure that they all stay focused on what they're really here for with the investigations, and various other little things like assisting those about town. There is a lot to do at any given time. Ignis won't let Ardyn think he's so important to take over his life.
Besides... There's always a perfect timing for these sorts of things. A good time to strike. Ignis remembers those lessons well, something that was shared in common both for politics and combat. A good bit of life advice.
The most impact has to be considered carefully, and you never know when you'll get your chance.
For his instance, it happens after he's made sure that all the others have come back from their investigations, and is simply out and about for a trivial little task. Just something he wanted to get done, but didn't need to. He spots Ardyn, all on his own, clearly dragged into a menial little task as a part of Charlie's demands for community service.
There's no better time than now. Ignis can realize that immediately. So he takes a breath, tucks all of his hatred and anger and bloodlust away into a neat little box far away from the light of day for now similarly as he has in the past when dealing with Citadel nonsense...
And fetches the pastries out of the Armiger.
"Ardyn!" When Ignis approaches, it's with a small smile on his face (which doesn't quite reach his eyes, don't worry about it) and a small bag held in his fingers. He's wearing the traditional clothing of Vorrun for now - a simple dark grey yukata with white birds on it, and a matching jackete - with no signs of his draconic changes. For now, of course. "It's good to see that you're out and about. How are you? I noticed you'd been a touch distant on the wagon as we all traveled here, but I was a touch preoccupied, I'm afraid. This is a lovely country, isn't it?"