[ Noctis is the best ruler that they could hope to have. Where Regis had worried that a shy boy would have difficulty growing into the man he needed to be to push forward through the darkest times, Ignis had watched him grow from someone that was shy and quiet to someone who commanded crowds through voice alone. The kind of man who led, who learned from his mistakes and made certain that everything he pushed for bettered his people.
No other king was on the ground so often, working with every single person that he could get to. No other king that Ignis could think of was as competent, as serious, as concerned about his people. No one else, after all, had sacrificed everything to get here. There's a list of reasons ten miles long as to why Ignis is so desperately, hopelessly in love with him, and the order changes daily, but that Noctis is the kind if king Ignis would follow into any situation itself speaks volumes.
The days get so busy he doesn't have time to style his hair most mornings. He doesn't want to give up any time he can avoid giving up with Noctis, so in order to have the extra call in the evening to adjust for time zones, Ignis gives up part of his morning routine and showers with Noctis in the mornings where he can. Usually there's a distraction of some sort, which means he has time to blow dry his hair straight, put something in it and hope for the best. That's probably where this morning is going, he hopes. ]
My deepest and most profound apologies, your majesty. [ He smiles into the nape of Noctis' neck, not meaning a word of it as he nuzzles in, petting over his side. ] The popsicle hands and feet will quickly be otherwise occupied if you wake up to eat soon.
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No other king was on the ground so often, working with every single person that he could get to. No other king that Ignis could think of was as competent, as serious, as concerned about his people. No one else, after all, had sacrificed everything to get here. There's a list of reasons ten miles long as to why Ignis is so desperately, hopelessly in love with him, and the order changes daily, but that Noctis is the kind if king Ignis would follow into any situation itself speaks volumes.
The days get so busy he doesn't have time to style his hair most mornings. He doesn't want to give up any time he can avoid giving up with Noctis, so in order to have the extra call in the evening to adjust for time zones, Ignis gives up part of his morning routine and showers with Noctis in the mornings where he can. Usually there's a distraction of some sort, which means he has time to blow dry his hair straight, put something in it and hope for the best. That's probably where this morning is going, he hopes. ]
My deepest and most profound apologies, your majesty. [ He smiles into the nape of Noctis' neck, not meaning a word of it as he nuzzles in, petting over his side. ] The popsicle hands and feet will quickly be otherwise occupied if you wake up to eat soon.