#custosignis

The moment he decided to move he knew Ignis would hear him and he was confirmed when Ignis looked up and spoke to him but Noctis interrupted him with a sudden hug. He held his advisor tight to his body, his face nuzzled into his neck and could smell his scent. As soon as Ignis eventually responsed to the embrace the Prince sighed in relief. “Good morning Specs...”

“Can I be your work and you can do my all night long?” 

“I have to keep tabs on all of you. and your whereabouts.--- at all times.”

“Of course,” he agreed quietly, knowing that Glacies could easily handle himself, “But nonetheless, I will still always worry about you. Small incident or no.”

“but mom!”

“Can you tell me why your helping me get out of trouble ,or why I will not make it home because of it? Sorry I just walk here a lot from work and don’t understand the problem.“ Dimitri was calm once he heard the man’s voice. He has no idea why. Just seems like a normal man to the incubus. “But if you have your reasons not to tell me then fine...I’ll go another way home.“ 

I” M SORRY WE CAN’T FUCK WITH CANON. 

“That’s not the point, Glacies,” Ignis said sharply, perhaps quite more than he meant to show, but he was upset. His normally carefully crafted neutral expression had long crumbled, and it felt like there was a permanent lump in his throat. “I would have preferred to have heard it from you rather than someone else telling me.”