[A gentle smile crosses Ignis' face as Ardyn's arm sneaks around his waist. Ah, how kind of their glorious king to make sure he doesn't fall. It would be a shame if said glorious king had to carry him back...
Ignis actually makes a soft sound and stops walking when that thought causes him be hit with the strangest feeling of deja vu. He'd been about to make a joke about Ardyn having to carrying him back if he hurt himself only to know with a certainty he couldn't explain that he'd made that joke before, but in a much different setting and to...a much different man? A different man, and yet, the very same man who stands next to him now.
A lump catches in his throat and Ignis tilts his head up at Ardyn as if somehow doing so might help his blind eyes see what he's missing.]
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Ignis actually makes a soft sound and stops walking when that thought causes him be hit with the strangest feeling of deja vu. He'd been about to make a joke about Ardyn having to carrying him back if he hurt himself only to know with a certainty he couldn't explain that he'd made that joke before, but in a much different setting and to...a much different man? A different man, and yet, the very same man who stands next to him now.
A lump catches in his throat and Ignis tilts his head up at Ardyn as if somehow doing so might help his blind eyes see what he's missing.]
Your Majesty... I think something's wrong.
[And oh, why does it pain him so to say that?]