Albert's gaze softens immeasurably as he looks at Ignis, reaching out to take the flower. There's something in the way he grasps it gently, dignified, with care... the way his fingers brush against Ignis'.
He places his free hand over his heart in a measure of respect and bows in return, half giddy, completely moved.]
I humbly accept. [He straightens, drawing the rose up so he can take in its distinctive scent.] I would love nothing more in the world.
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Albert's gaze softens immeasurably as he looks at Ignis, reaching out to take the flower. There's something in the way he grasps it gently, dignified, with care... the way his fingers brush against Ignis'.
He places his free hand over his heart in a measure of respect and bows in return, half giddy, completely moved.]
I humbly accept. [He straightens, drawing the rose up so he can take in its distinctive scent.] I would love nothing more in the world.