Two Truths and a Lie

[growingpains]

 

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE MEME

Rules:
1. Post with your character telling two truths and one lie.
2. Comment around while trying to guess what's a lie and what's not.
3. Discuss?
4. Have fun!!
 

Comments

[shatteredlenses]

1.) Cooking is not actually a hobby of mine. It's just something I taught myself as part of my duty.
2.) I once ran over the foot of Noctis' Shield, Gladio, with the Regalia.
3.) Unlike a certain member of our party, I have no tattoos.

[scourgingstars]

Please tell me the second one is true. I care exactly nothing for the rest of this game, but that mental image is one I was not aware I needed.

All right, partial headcanon time because how dare they mention this and then not give us deets!

[shatteredlenses]

It is, unfortunately, quite true. In my defense, I was still learning to drive and His Majesty insisted on coming along. It was a rather nerve-wracking day all and all, and Gladio stepped right into the path of the vehicle as I was backing up.

how rude

[scourgingstars]

...

[don't laugh you're the goddamn Accursed]

Typical. Grace of a charging behemoth, that one.

[shatteredlenses]

[Look, Regis laughed once Gladio wasn't howling anymore, and Ignis has it on good word that Clarus laughed as well once he heard about what happened, so Ardyn can have a pass this time.]

Grace has never been his strong point. I did try a time or two to teach him, but it never stuck for some reason.

[power_of_dominance]

... you look so straight-laced, I bet you have hidden ink.

[shatteredlenses]

Oh, do I now? But where could I have that ink that no one has ever seen it?

[power_of_dominance]

W—well, it’s not like I’ve seen you naked... you’re usually pretty covered up....

[Guess who’s blushing!]

[shatteredlenses]

True, but I was traveling and sharing a tent with three others before coming here and they've never seen it either.

[He laces his fingers together and rests his chin on them. Should he be teasing poor Soma so? Probably not, but that blush is quite adorable.]

[power_of_dominance]

... oh my god, don’t tell me it’s on your ass.

[shatteredlenses]

[Ignis dips his head slightly so he can cover his mouth with his hand. It does very little to muffle his laughter, though.]

No, it's not on my behind, Soma. I'm not that crude.

[power_of_dominance]

But you’re admitting you do have one!

[want_to_belong]

Oh man... I'm pretty sure #3 is true, so it's gotta be...

To be honest, I kind of want it to be #2, because that would be hilarious. But I don't think you'd make that kind of mistake. Which means...?

[But Ignis seemed to enjoy it so much.]

[shatteredlenses]

One is actually true, Prompto. While I enjoy creating new recipes and seeing how happy eating the finished product makes people, I take little joy in the process of cooking itself. It's merely a step to get from Point A to Point B.

Would you like to try again? Your chances are 50-50 this time.

[want_to_belong]

Really?

[It was hard to imagine when Ignis spent so much of his time cooking and, well, thinking about cooking it seemed like. He actually wasn't sure what to think about that. All the time he never worried about it much because Ignis seemed happy, but he didn't want it to be a huge chore for him.]

I mean, if you want me to help out more or something I could, you know. I always helped setting the dishes?

Gotta be #2, then. I've practically seen you naked... Not that I was ever trying to look! Just, being in the same tent and stuff... I don't remember seeing anything, but... I mean... It was only because we had to change in the same place! I wasn't peeking or trying to do anything weird.

[shatteredlenses]

Any assistance is always appreciated, Prompto, but please don't feel like you must. I like feeling useful, after all, and cooking allows me to do that.

[Now, Prompto, take a second and remember how to breathe. You know? That thing humans have to do to stay alive?]

Number two is true. Honestly, I'm surprised Gladio never mentioned it to you, though, I do suppose it was as embarrassing for him as it was for me. I hear weeks passed before his father let him live it down.

[Well, then, that just leaves...]

[want_to_belong]

Seriously? Oh man, I wish I could have been there to see his face!

[He hadn't thought more about it yet and was just laughing at the fact that Gladio got his foot smushed. After all, he obviously survived it fine.]

Wait, but that means... No way. Where would it even be? What would you even get?

[shatteredlenses]

There was quite a bit of howling and snarling at first. Your typical behemoth behavior. Not all that funny until his Majesty pulled out a potion and got him patched up. After that, there was quite a bit of embarrassment all around.

[A slightly sly look crosses Ignis' face then.]

Where is for you to guess, but I will let you know the 'what.' It's my family crest, personalized just a little to make it my own.

[want_to_belong]

That must have been amazing.

[Could Iggy really blame Prompto for this? With the way Gladio occasionally picked on him like a big brother. Headlocks and everything.]

I never would have expected that from you. Guess you're a little more 'wild' than I thought. [Have a friendly jab.] But, you know, if you say it like that everyone is going to think it's on your butt.

[crosslaced]

Tell me you have tattoos. You're not that straight-laced, are you?

[shatteredlenses]

A tattoo, yes. It seems I'm shattering everyone's notions of how 'straight-laced' I am today.

I suppose next you will guess that I have it on my posterior as everyone else has?

[crosslaced]

You've eliminated that for me.

Besides, you wouldn't. You would get something of extreme sentimental value, and you are too straight-laced to have it near your groin.

Somewhere on the chest? Or the hip. Close to your vitals.

[shatteredlenses]

[A soft amused chuckle slips from Ignis' mouth as he makes a dismissive gesture with his hand.]

Well, they do say the left side is the side closet to the heart, so I can't deny the sentimental part of that. It's not on my chest though and hip is not quite right either.

[Not quite, indeed.]

[crosslaced]

[don't think he didn't catch that ‘not quite’!]

Hm. How close was I when I guessed your hip?

[shatteredlenses]

Oh, I don't know. Might be within a couple inches. Or it might not be.

[Sorry, someone's being difficult because, well, it's Laurent.]