[To Albert, it is Ignis who is incredible, full of understanding and grace, overflowing with concern and a delicate affection so unlike the other love in Albert's life. This... he has to call it that, now. In his heart, he felt intense longing for this man while they were apart, even in the depths of confusion and sorrow and a passionate reunion. This is a man he wants to show to his family, to let the immovable Moriarty judgement be found in his favor. He wants William to respect this man, and Louis so embrace him. He wants Moran to watch over him. He would make a deal with the devil all over again, but this time he knows he won't have to.
Ignis, he's certain, has many faults and flaws he still isn't aware of, darkness and pain and his own veiled passion. But Albert, rather than fearing its discovery, finds it glorious. Ignis is human. Ignis sees things from a practical perspective. Ignis will not so easily cast him aside for this sin.
Ignis is his, if only a little, and he rejoices in it as they kiss, as he's held and soothed and put gently back together again.
He kisses with slow, burning passion, with apology for half truths and promises to be the man Ignis believes him to be. To follow his ideals to the end. To help others, as is his duty and privilege. To even try to see the shades of gray that Ignis so clearly can.
Hands coming to rest on his lover's shoulders, then the sides of his neck, Albert gently takes and claims in this kiss, sealing a bargain only with himself that should he become worthy of this man's affection, he would give him the world.
Murmured between breaths, slow and steady and true, like the time they danced, like the first time he tasted Ignis' Yorkshire pudding, are words he never thought he'd utter to anyone outside of the Moriarty circle.]
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Ignis, he's certain, has many faults and flaws he still isn't aware of, darkness and pain and his own veiled passion. But Albert, rather than fearing its discovery, finds it glorious. Ignis is human. Ignis sees things from a practical perspective. Ignis will not so easily cast him aside for this sin.
Ignis is his, if only a little, and he rejoices in it as they kiss, as he's held and soothed and put gently back together again.
He kisses with slow, burning passion, with apology for half truths and promises to be the man Ignis believes him to be. To follow his ideals to the end. To help others, as is his duty and privilege. To even try to see the shades of gray that Ignis so clearly can.
Hands coming to rest on his lover's shoulders, then the sides of his neck, Albert gently takes and claims in this kiss, sealing a bargain only with himself that should he become worthy of this man's affection, he would give him the world.
Murmured between breaths, slow and steady and true, like the time they danced, like the first time he tasted Ignis' Yorkshire pudding, are words he never thought he'd utter to anyone outside of the Moriarty circle.]
...I love you. Truly.