( it might not count, but that the tone of his voice is sharp enough to puncture that precious sleep bubble the prince is so fond of shouldn't be at all surprising. it is his job, after all, and he's been rather good at it even from the tender age of β¦ eight. perhaps. he'd performed valiantly when first handed the task of seeing after the crown prince, but no six-year-old ( outside of this one right here ) could possibly hope to be prepared for such a thing.
ah. but. that was what he'd been brought in for, isn't it? ) Words, Highness. ( don't you think you should use them?
it would greatly benefit you in future, after all.
then again, he doesn't even come close to expecting such a level of coherency so close to waking, and he'll give him a moment. but just a moment, the length of which ignis takes to pull himself back into a standing position, still looking every bit as immaculate as when he'd first entered, not even the slightest bit ruffled from having sat for a handful of minutes.
( it's a talent. what can we say. )
but at the first hint of movement, he's preparing himself, long-fingered hands curling into the edges of the blankets cocooned around him. at that next shift, as noct is trying to push himself onto his back, he seizes the opportunity β
to pull those blankets right out from underneath him. around him. away from his person and leaving him exposed to the cool air of the room, the slightest hint of a smirk turning the line of his mouth into something almost playful. )
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Date: 2017-04-26 08:45 am (UTC)ah. but. that was what he'd been brought in for, isn't it? ) Words, Highness. ( don't you think you should use them?
it would greatly benefit you in future, after all.
then again, he doesn't even come close to expecting such a level of coherency so close to waking, and he'll give him a moment. but just a moment, the length of which ignis takes to pull himself back into a standing position, still looking every bit as immaculate as when he'd first entered, not even the slightest bit ruffled from having sat for a handful of minutes.
( it's a talent. what can we say. )
but at the first hint of movement, he's preparing himself, long-fingered hands curling into the edges of the blankets cocooned around him. at that next shift, as noct is trying to push himself onto his back, he seizes the opportunity β
to pull those blankets right out from underneath him. around him. away from his person and leaving him exposed to the cool air of the room, the slightest hint of a smirk turning the line of his mouth into something almost playful. )