[ It's one thing to have a king with dedicated soldiers following him. It's the mark of a competent ruler, that his or her men will follow them to the end of the world. After all, that was, effectively, what Ignis, Prompto, Gladiolus and the rest of their friends did, isn't it? They followed him to the ends of the world, almost to the end of all things and then back again. They made it through the darkest period of their world's time and lived to see it brighten again. Dedication is one thing.
This, though. This all-encompassing devotion, this knowledge that it has never been as simple as: Jump. And: How high, Your Majesty? This is dangerous and it won't ever stop being dangerous. It's one thing for a king to have dedicated soldiers. It's another for him to have one soldier, let alone others, who would jump when told to, but who would also kill when instructed without hesitation. The trust he has in Noctis doesn't know an end. If Noctis brought a man in front of him and said he dies, Ignis isn't certain he'd hesitate, and that's terrifying to think about. Not just that his devotion extends to the potential for murder, but a king who is aware of it can be dangerous all on his own.
It should scare him more than it does, it should scare Noctis more than it does, but instead Noctis is crowding against him, kissing him hungrily, and asking him to promise something that he has no right promising, because he knows he'll get a yes. ]
Never, Majesty. [ Ignis breathes, and cups his face with both hands, tugs him into another kiss that's furious and hungry in equal parts, the bath mostly forgotten for the moment as he puts to use every single bit of knowledge from their time together to kiss him within an inch of his life. When he needs to breathe, he draws back and drags his teeth over Noctis' bottom lip, eyeing the flushed swell of it, the way Noctis' cheeks are warmed. He's a weapon for his king to choose how to use and he trusts Noctis enough to make his king fully aware of it. ] Where you go, I go. But you have many years of being on the throne before we even have to consider such a thing, and if anyone seeks to cut that time short, know that I won't let them.
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This, though. This all-encompassing devotion, this knowledge that it has never been as simple as: Jump. And: How high, Your Majesty? This is dangerous and it won't ever stop being dangerous. It's one thing for a king to have dedicated soldiers. It's another for him to have one soldier, let alone others, who would jump when told to, but who would also kill when instructed without hesitation. The trust he has in Noctis doesn't know an end. If Noctis brought a man in front of him and said he dies, Ignis isn't certain he'd hesitate, and that's terrifying to think about. Not just that his devotion extends to the potential for murder, but a king who is aware of it can be dangerous all on his own.
It should scare him more than it does, it should scare Noctis more than it does, but instead Noctis is crowding against him, kissing him hungrily, and asking him to promise something that he has no right promising, because he knows he'll get a yes. ]
Never, Majesty. [ Ignis breathes, and cups his face with both hands, tugs him into another kiss that's furious and hungry in equal parts, the bath mostly forgotten for the moment as he puts to use every single bit of knowledge from their time together to kiss him within an inch of his life. When he needs to breathe, he draws back and drags his teeth over Noctis' bottom lip, eyeing the flushed swell of it, the way Noctis' cheeks are warmed. He's a weapon for his king to choose how to use and he trusts Noctis enough to make his king fully aware of it. ] Where you go, I go. But you have many years of being on the throne before we even have to consider such a thing, and if anyone seeks to cut that time short, know that I won't let them.