[ It's a weak protest and he knows it. Ignis follows, because Noctis is his king and he would go anywhere, everywhere demanded of him. Once, the level of devotion he felt to the future king was terrifying. It was sobering to look at a man and be wholly aware that he would do anything to protect him, that he would burn the world down around them to keep him safe.
Much as he talks about keeping the country moving and making certain that they do right by it, that isn't, nor has it ever fully been his concern. Noctis is the one who must lead it, and Noctis' safety is the most important thing to make certain that happens. Whether or not Regis intended this terrifying level of devotion doesn't matter; it's where they're at and Ignis doesn't feel any inclination to change it.
He shrugs off his clothing once they make their way inside, enough that he can hang his suspenders up and toss his shirt into the basket. He keeps his pants on for the moment, leaning over to adjust the water temperature and then starts it filling from the dual heads at either side of the obscenely large tub. A moment later, he dips past to wash his hands -- properly, thank you, and then strips out of his pants, as well, leaving him in just his briefs and the ring hanging heavy at his throat. ]
When -- I'm not certain if I should even say this, but, when Ardyn threatened you -- you were passed out. When I used the ring. All I could think is that I'd let it burn - everything else, just to keep you safe. And I thought perhaps the years would temper that but instead it's only made it stronger.
[ Made it worse, maybe. It's clear that Ignis is hesitant to admit this, keeping his distance from Noctis for the time being, his fingers curled loose around the ring. ]
Such dedication can have its time and place, but it's also dangerous, Noct.
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[ It's a weak protest and he knows it. Ignis follows, because Noctis is his king and he would go anywhere, everywhere demanded of him. Once, the level of devotion he felt to the future king was terrifying. It was sobering to look at a man and be wholly aware that he would do anything to protect him, that he would burn the world down around them to keep him safe.
Much as he talks about keeping the country moving and making certain that they do right by it, that isn't, nor has it ever fully been his concern. Noctis is the one who must lead it, and Noctis' safety is the most important thing to make certain that happens. Whether or not Regis intended this terrifying level of devotion doesn't matter; it's where they're at and Ignis doesn't feel any inclination to change it.
He shrugs off his clothing once they make their way inside, enough that he can hang his suspenders up and toss his shirt into the basket. He keeps his pants on for the moment, leaning over to adjust the water temperature and then starts it filling from the dual heads at either side of the obscenely large tub. A moment later, he dips past to wash his hands -- properly, thank you, and then strips out of his pants, as well, leaving him in just his briefs and the ring hanging heavy at his throat. ]
When -- I'm not certain if I should even say this, but, when Ardyn threatened you -- you were passed out. When I used the ring. All I could think is that I'd let it burn - everything else, just to keep you safe. And I thought perhaps the years would temper that but instead it's only made it stronger.
[ Made it worse, maybe. It's clear that Ignis is hesitant to admit this, keeping his distance from Noctis for the time being, his fingers curled loose around the ring. ]
Such dedication can have its time and place, but it's also dangerous, Noct.