Truly, to be known is a rather troublesome thing, and Gladio gets a somewhat flat look before Ignis turns his head away with a small sigh. "Really, if you already knew that, you could have simply hushed." After all, of course he wants to try and help Noctis a little bit. To let him delve into one of the things he loves to do the most. To encourage that.
But must it really be pointed out so obviously.
Not because Ignis is embarrassed by how much he adores Noctis and will do whatever he can for him, but because he knows is still running off of some old habits born from when Noctis was at his most prickly. Being known so well sometimes seemed to bother him, back then... and despite how much Noctis has grown considerably, well. Sometimes Ignis, at this age, cannot help but err on the side of caution. On being a little more hush-hush when he's trying to do his prince a favor, or some measure of kindness. Mostly during times like this, when the stakes feel a little heavier than normal, and he wants to not mess up.
He'll get better in time; certainly he got better by the time Gladio is from.
A time that will perhaps be relevant in short order.
Because there's still a lot for work to be done on the house, and Ignis is already turning away to reach for something else left behind from their work. Trivial, mundane. Nothing special.
Nothing special save for that is when the Intellect Devourer decides to make its move.
Needless to say, this isn't the most ideal situation for such a creature... but perhaps it is all it can do right now. Perhaps it is desperate. Starving. Ultimately, no one can really speak with such a creation.
Ignis can't. All Ignis can do is turn when he hears a noise, and finds a Devourer leaping at his husbands neck, tacked on tentacles going straight for his throat and a haze of spores already gathered thick around it. All he can do, in that one second, is feel how his heart freezes.
But only for that one second.
Then Ignis is moving into action immediately, a long nail grasped in his hand and his feet launching himself from where he is. "Gladio-!"
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But must it really be pointed out so obviously.
Not because Ignis is embarrassed by how much he adores Noctis and will do whatever he can for him, but because he
knowsis still running off of some old habits born from when Noctis was at his most prickly. Being known so well sometimes seemed to bother him, back then... and despite how much Noctis has grown considerably, well. Sometimes Ignis, at this age, cannot help but err on the side of caution. On being a little more hush-hush when he's trying to do his prince a favor, or some measure of kindness. Mostly during times like this, when the stakes feel a little heavier than normal, and he wants to not mess up.He'll get better in time; certainly he got better by the time Gladio is from.
A time that will perhaps be relevant in short order.
Because there's still a lot for work to be done on the house, and Ignis is already turning away to reach for something else left behind from their work. Trivial, mundane. Nothing special.
Nothing special save for that is when the Intellect Devourer decides to make its move.
Needless to say, this isn't the most ideal situation for such a creature... but perhaps it is all it can do right now. Perhaps it is desperate. Starving. Ultimately, no one can really speak with such a creation.
Ignis can't. All Ignis can do is turn when he hears a noise, and finds a Devourer leaping at his husbands neck, tacked on tentacles going straight for his throat and a haze of spores already gathered thick around it. All he can do, in that one second, is feel how his heart freezes.
But only for that one second.
Then Ignis is moving into action immediately, a long nail grasped in his hand and his feet launching himself from where he is. "Gladio-!"