[Albert looks at Ignis and sees the same thing. He may be younger, but he's incredibly capable, strong-willed, but gentle and caring in equal measure. He's fascinated by him, and he isn't opposed to a younger man guiding him along. Their dynamic works, smoothly and beautifully, and Albert is incredibly grateful for Ignis already. Without him, he'd be a little less solid, a little more adrift.
In the mirror, he meets Ignis' eyes, and for a long moment he simply observes. He's glorious like this, relaxed and off his guard, dressed down a bit, hair not so perfectly done up. Albert thinks he could drown in those eyes, or find comfort he rarely knows how to seek. How did he meet someone so precious and unforgettable in a place like this? And all because of one con of a network post.
His free hand shifts to run down the front of Ignis' shirt to the bottom hem, which he gently grasps and begins to pull up.]
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In the mirror, he meets Ignis' eyes, and for a long moment he simply observes. He's glorious like this, relaxed and off his guard, dressed down a bit, hair not so perfectly done up. Albert thinks he could drown in those eyes, or find comfort he rarely knows how to seek. How did he meet someone so precious and unforgettable in a place like this? And all because of one con of a network post.
His free hand shifts to run down the front of Ignis' shirt to the bottom hem, which he gently grasps and begins to pull up.]
It would be my pleasure.