[There's something in him that recoils, instinctively, from even an offhand mention that he might somehow forget Noctis. To forget his prince — king — would be akin to forgetting how to breathe; knowing him is something so inextricably interwoven with his life that it seems absurd to think he could even live to begin with, without knowing him. He doesn't need to know how his heart beats in order for it to beat; he doesn't need to consciously think about Noctis to know that in all things, Noctis must and always will come first.
But it's an apprehension quickly put aide, out of necessity. Regardless of impetus, Noct's idea is a good one, and he takes note of the directions printed in Noct's cramped handwriting before nodding and reaching for the marker in return.]
I'll have to work to keep this brief. It wouldn't do to have my tendency toward verbosity leave you looking as though you're wearing a very odd tattoo.
[But then he pauses, marker hovering, and frowns as for some reason that rings familiar. Who has a tattoo? Someone. Why is that important?
Later. They'll have to work that out later.
His handwriting is much neater than Noct's, and smaller. It's for the better, because he's not inclined to gloss over the things he finds important.
"I am King Noctis Lucis Caelum CXIV. Ignis is my retainer. (if only because "chamberlain" would take up more letters, and valuable space they need to preserve) House steals memories. We need to leave this house. My sword will appear in my hand if I will it to come."
He hesitates, glancing up at Noctis for one half-uncertain moment, and then quickly pens before he can talk himself out of it:
"I trust Ignis with my life."
That's a liberty he's not entirely sure he has the right to be making. But still, desperate times, desperate measures.]
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But it's an apprehension quickly put aide, out of necessity. Regardless of impetus, Noct's idea is a good one, and he takes note of the directions printed in Noct's cramped handwriting before nodding and reaching for the marker in return.]
I'll have to work to keep this brief. It wouldn't do to have my tendency toward verbosity leave you looking as though you're wearing a very odd tattoo.
[But then he pauses, marker hovering, and frowns as for some reason that rings familiar. Who has a tattoo? Someone. Why is that important?
Later. They'll have to work that out later.
His handwriting is much neater than Noct's, and smaller. It's for the better, because he's not inclined to gloss over the things he finds important.
"I am King Noctis Lucis Caelum CXIV. Ignis is my retainer. (if only because "chamberlain" would take up more letters, and valuable space they need to preserve) House steals memories. We need to leave this house. My sword will appear in my hand if I will it to come."
He hesitates, glancing up at Noctis for one half-uncertain moment, and then quickly pens before he can talk himself out of it:
"I trust Ignis with my life."
That's a liberty he's not entirely sure he has the right to be making. But still, desperate times, desperate measures.]
Anything else?