[He could have asked to find a better person. Ignis hasn't looked to judge him for any of this, and Albert's last secrets are gone. The brighter things he did--sparing Irene Adler, helping Colonel Moran, bringing in Moneypenny, to name a few--may never pass his lips. Ignis may never know the extremes Albert took in both directions, save those he took on behalf of his brothers.
Yet here Ignis sits, something gentle and true in his gaze that makes Albert wish he was able to be everything Ignis could want. He looks into those endlessly beautiful eyes and sees understanding and hope. It helps him to find his own, which the back and forth with his brothers and his own anguish could not help him claw his way to. He is kissed, adored, pulled close again, and it makes him feel the way he did when he once saw William ringed in a halo of light. Only this time, he won't mistake love for salvation. He can become whole here, he swears it, in time.
And he'll do it with this brilliant, beautiful, glorious, stalwart, generous man at his side.]
It drowned me daily for years. Yet every morning I woke, and the cycle repeated again. Now... I'll have to find my own ideals, won't I? My own reason for being alive.
[Because, much to his fearful disappointment, his brothers arriving did not solve everything immediately. They made his heart more complicated than before.]
I want to do it. I want to live. I honestly, truly do. And I want to be yours, as much as I've ever been William's.
[The question that was posed when they first met, as to whether they were men of ideals, if they had someone they would sacrifice everything for, has been surely answered for Ignis. To Albert, it was always William. With all his self-destructive passion, Albert pursued that for years.
This feels... not better, but different. That same passion--less destructively--could be turned on someone who walks beside him and not before him. Someone who holds his hand and sees him as worthy and valuable and so many other things he won't yet see in himself.
This man.]
I won't ask for more of you than I already have, but know that the part of you that lives in my heart is held dearest of all.
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Yet here Ignis sits, something gentle and true in his gaze that makes Albert wish he was able to be everything Ignis could want. He looks into those endlessly beautiful eyes and sees understanding and hope. It helps him to find his own, which the back and forth with his brothers and his own anguish could not help him claw his way to. He is kissed, adored, pulled close again, and it makes him feel the way he did when he once saw William ringed in a halo of light. Only this time, he won't mistake love for salvation. He can become whole here, he swears it, in time.
And he'll do it with this brilliant, beautiful, glorious, stalwart, generous man at his side.]
It drowned me daily for years. Yet every morning I woke, and the cycle repeated again. Now... I'll have to find my own ideals, won't I? My own reason for being alive.
[Because, much to his fearful disappointment, his brothers arriving did not solve everything immediately. They made his heart more complicated than before.]
I want to do it. I want to live. I honestly, truly do. And I want to be yours, as much as I've ever been William's.
[The question that was posed when they first met, as to whether they were men of ideals, if they had someone they would sacrifice everything for, has been surely answered for Ignis. To Albert, it was always William. With all his self-destructive passion, Albert pursued that for years.
This feels... not better, but different. That same passion--less destructively--could be turned on someone who walks beside him and not before him. Someone who holds his hand and sees him as worthy and valuable and so many other things he won't yet see in himself.
This man.]
I won't ask for more of you than I already have, but know that the part of you that lives in my heart is held dearest of all.