[ they cannot have this forever. sooner or later, they'll return to their worlds -- and ignis only hopes he brings the memories of him back into eos, into the oncoming darkness. pressed up against the wall, albert is impossibly, stunningly beautiful, and he reaches out to tuck a lock of his hair behind his ear when he pulls away to breathe.
it was a risk that albert took and it paid off for albert and ignis both. ignis, who is reckoning with his own future, the fact that he will pay for the use of the ring with his eyesight, and the years of darkness that will come for them before noctis is sacrificed and his own purpose, lost.
he swallows hard as he looks at him, really looks, as if this is the last time he will ever see albert like this again, and he wants more than anything to sear it into his own memory. he can't help the morose wistfulness even as he feels overwhelming affection and fascination, the tentative overtures of love and the strong desire to want to be with him. it is a courtship, and as he touches his cheek again, pressing his forehead to his, he can feel albert's own determination, the hope and anticipation that comes with blossoming love.
he knows it because he shares it with him, the desire to take these precious moments for themselves before the inevitable happens, and he cups his cheek to press a kiss to the side of his lips again, soft and gentle. another kiss, holding him like he's something precious. ]
I really should go. [ he says reluctantly, nosing his jaw before pressing another kiss there. he ought to go, but all he feels is longing. ] You must be busy, and I'm distracting you.
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it was a risk that albert took and it paid off for albert and ignis both. ignis, who is reckoning with his own future, the fact that he will pay for the use of the ring with his eyesight, and the years of darkness that will come for them before noctis is sacrificed and his own purpose, lost.
he swallows hard as he looks at him, really looks, as if this is the last time he will ever see albert like this again, and he wants more than anything to sear it into his own memory. he can't help the morose wistfulness even as he feels overwhelming affection and fascination, the tentative overtures of love and the strong desire to want to be with him. it is a courtship, and as he touches his cheek again, pressing his forehead to his, he can feel albert's own determination, the hope and anticipation that comes with blossoming love.
he knows it because he shares it with him, the desire to take these precious moments for themselves before the inevitable happens, and he cups his cheek to press a kiss to the side of his lips again, soft and gentle. another kiss, holding him like he's something precious. ]
I really should go. [ he says reluctantly, nosing his jaw before pressing another kiss there. he ought to go, but all he feels is longing. ] You must be busy, and I'm distracting you.