Ignis' presentation to the pack went better than he thought it would even if he'd been assured otherwise. There'd been celebration that the were that would end up leading the pack in the future had found a mate and he'd received Clarus' official blessing and welcome to the family. Human ceremonies aside, Ignis knew that he was Gladio's just as Gladio was his. In the eyes of the pack, they were one.
As always, Ignis settled into routine and now, he settled into pack life. As always, work was something that drove him constantly, but he knew he could dive into it without as much concern as before thanks to the simple knowledge that Gladio always seemed to know just when the slim man needed a break, even if that meant carting him off to bed to turn that busy brain off for a while.
Now was no different. A gala for the upcoming winter holidays was fast approaching and Ignis was neck deep in preparations for the festivities. That meant long hours and more Ebony than usual but he bore the weight of it with his usual calm demeanor and clever wit. At least, he had until he felt a tinge of illness coming on. At first, he ignored it as he always had in the past.
That evening, as he worked into the night, he found himself so buried in his work that he had no idea of the time or the simple fact that Cor had been knocking on his door for the past two minutes. Ignis answered the door with flustered apologies, absently tugging at the collar of his shirt only to pause and unbutton the top two buttons before motioning the Marshal into his office. Cor, thankfully, just stared him down. It was clear that he knew something was up since he knew damn well that Ignis was never 'sloppy' enough to wear his shirt like that... and he certainly wasn't usually so flushed. A slow, careful intake of the air and his lips twitched into a smile.
..... well. It was a smile for Cor.
He told Ignis that he really should head home for the night and when the adviser motioned the suggestion off with murmurs of gratitude at his concern, older man let himself out. The moment the door closed behind him, he had his phone out, texting Gladio.
better come get your mate before he causes a riot here.
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As always, Ignis settled into routine and now, he settled into pack life. As always, work was something that drove him constantly, but he knew he could dive into it without as much concern as before thanks to the simple knowledge that Gladio always seemed to know just when the slim man needed a break, even if that meant carting him off to bed to turn that busy brain off for a while.
Now was no different. A gala for the upcoming winter holidays was fast approaching and Ignis was neck deep in preparations for the festivities. That meant long hours and more Ebony than usual but he bore the weight of it with his usual calm demeanor and clever wit. At least, he had until he felt a tinge of illness coming on. At first, he ignored it as he always had in the past.
That evening, as he worked into the night, he found himself so buried in his work that he had no idea of the time or the simple fact that Cor had been knocking on his door for the past two minutes. Ignis answered the door with flustered apologies, absently tugging at the collar of his shirt only to pause and unbutton the top two buttons before motioning the Marshal into his office. Cor, thankfully, just stared him down. It was clear that he knew something was up since he knew damn well that Ignis was never 'sloppy' enough to wear his shirt like that... and he certainly wasn't usually so flushed. A slow, careful intake of the air and his lips twitched into a smile.
..... well. It was a smile for Cor.
He told Ignis that he really should head home for the night and when the adviser motioned the suggestion off with murmurs of gratitude at his concern, older man let himself out. The moment the door closed behind him, he had his phone out, texting Gladio.
better come get your mate before he causes a riot here.