[ it's almost absurd, how after all this albert would demonstrate such care for his clothes, and it occurs to him that this is truly the man albert is underneath all of that slick charm, his sharp, witty words or the glimpse of the darkness he sees in him. albert is soft and gentle, too kind to be in a world that is anything but. that kindness had manifested in something dark, something fierce that now weighs on albert, and he can't help but squeeze him in turn, closing his eyes briefly.
goodness. the things albert had been made to do because there was no other way forward for him...
he can't help but muster a small smile when he finds him smoothing his fingers over the patch of wet cloth, searing onto his skin. this is demonstrably proof that albert has let him in, that he's showing him that side of himself that ignis knows he rarely shows to others. here he is in all of his vulnerability, fragile and having taken such a bold risk.
did he think that ignis will turn from him? he knows albert must have feared that, he had picked up on it now and then, too subtle for him to be certain before. and yet now...
he can't help a surge of warm affection for him, of understanding even as he digests everything that albert has done, the man that he is. he cups his face to wipe his tears away from those lovely cheeks, and he leans forward to kiss him, stealing whatever words he has away from his lips. to be trusted like this, to have this man mind him despite the pain and grief he feels -- what an incredible, inexplicable man. ]
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goodness. the things albert had been made to do because there was no other way forward for him...
he can't help but muster a small smile when he finds him smoothing his fingers over the patch of wet cloth, searing onto his skin. this is demonstrably proof that albert has let him in, that he's showing him that side of himself that ignis knows he rarely shows to others. here he is in all of his vulnerability, fragile and having taken such a bold risk.
did he think that ignis will turn from him? he knows albert must have feared that, he had picked up on it now and then, too subtle for him to be certain before. and yet now...
he can't help a surge of warm affection for him, of understanding even as he digests everything that albert has done, the man that he is. he cups his face to wipe his tears away from those lovely cheeks, and he leans forward to kiss him, stealing whatever words he has away from his lips. to be trusted like this, to have this man mind him despite the pain and grief he feels -- what an incredible, inexplicable man. ]