[ how odd now, that the notion of a few hours apart seems ultimately unpleasant, that he will be counting down the minutes until he sees him again. but the adage proves true: that absence makes the heart fonder, and in albert's absence, ignis will contemplate the weight of what has been allowed to flourish between them. albert, who is impossibly complicated and yet absurdly compelling in his own right, is a man who is opening up to him in degrees. there is a kindness under that slick charm, a hidden pain that ignis is just barely brushing the surface of, and he supposes that perhaps it's true that like calls to like.
he looks back at him, really looks, memorising every inch of him -- and yet, it's still not enough -- the longing is overwhelming, powerfully pulsing in the bond that they share, like a siren's song calling out to him. albert doesn't want him to go, he thinks. so he kisses him again, breathes the same air as him before he slowly pulls away, releasing him from his hold.
they both have things to do and places to go, and despite feeling like a reckless teenager, ignis knows that he must leave for the day. he runs his fingers through albert's soft hair again, cupping his face briefly before he definitively steps away. his heart is still racing, even as he picks up on albert's thoughts, skimming the surface of it. despite not being able to grasp them, he can sense that lightness, that wonder.
albert's choice chases the shadows from his own thoughts away. ignis will face them on his own time, come to terms with the inevitable future that descends upon him -- that one day, albert's face will truly only be a memory. ]
So we will.
[ he says finally, with a soft smile. saying goodbye is such sweet sorrow, but they will meet again tonight. ]
I'll come for you in a few hours, Albert. Dress casually, we are visiting some lively places tonight.
[Albert's heart is leaping and he can hardly see the world beyond Ignis right now. The whole scene, the whole experience is so devastatingly romantic that Albert's sure for a moment that he's being wooed. And he loves it. He'll follow this lead, letting Ignis dance him through this place joyously until he finds himself in a better frame of mind and a better occupation than before.
One last, slow kiss, the very act stealing Albert's breath, and one last meeting of eyes... Albert knows this moment can't last forever, that he has packing and furnishing to do, and Ignis surely has many engagements as well. But he allows himself for one last, precious moment to be captivated entirely.]
[ albert's right, ignis is wooing the hell out of him.
it truly is agony to tear himself away -- with ignis realising that spending more time with albert only makes him crave him more, instead of simply satisfying himself with his company. he can't have enough of albert, his wit, his kindness, that warmth and gentleness and yet that sharp edge, too, the strength of his convictions and their shared experiences. their connection is stronger than anything that ignis has ever experienced, and when they part ways, he moves quickly through all his tasks until he's finally, finally done.
he reaches albert's home five minutes early, having washed up with a new change of clothes, this time more casual with a simple black button-up shirt and suspenders, sleeves folded to his elbows neatly. he knocks, and this time he comes with a large bouquet of two dozen red, red roses. ]
[He's utterly enchanted, and the rest of the day goes by in something of a blur, Albert working himself to near exhaustion to keep from the anticipation eating away at him.
When Ignis knocks, he'll be greeted moments later by Albert in a soft, casual, deep purple shirt, the collar unfastened to show his amethyst gemstone at his throat, his own sleeves rolled up much in the fashion of Ignis' own.
He's ready with a greeting, but it dies on his lips at the sight of the flowers.]
[ ignis blinks when he answers the door, surprised. albert has always been a handsome, charming man with a smile that haunts his every fantasy, but tonight, he's gorgeous.
the dark purple suits him, and it takes ignis only a moment to realise that albert, sweet albert is starting to dress like him. he smiles, warm and tender and delighted as he offers him the large bouquet. ]
I am only sorry that they're not as stunning as you.
[ he tells him with a soft smile, musing. ]
Perhaps I should wear green the next time I see you.
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he looks back at him, really looks, memorising every inch of him -- and yet, it's still not enough -- the longing is overwhelming, powerfully pulsing in the bond that they share, like a siren's song calling out to him. albert doesn't want him to go, he thinks. so he kisses him again, breathes the same air as him before he slowly pulls away, releasing him from his hold.
they both have things to do and places to go, and despite feeling like a reckless teenager, ignis knows that he must leave for the day. he runs his fingers through albert's soft hair again, cupping his face briefly before he definitively steps away. his heart is still racing, even as he picks up on albert's thoughts, skimming the surface of it. despite not being able to grasp them, he can sense that lightness, that wonder.
albert's choice chases the shadows from his own thoughts away. ignis will face them on his own time, come to terms with the inevitable future that descends upon him -- that one day, albert's face will truly only be a memory. ]
So we will.
[ he says finally, with a soft smile. saying goodbye is such sweet sorrow, but they will meet again tonight. ]
I'll come for you in a few hours, Albert. Dress casually, we are visiting some lively places tonight.
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One last, slow kiss, the very act stealing Albert's breath, and one last meeting of eyes... Albert knows this moment can't last forever, that he has packing and furnishing to do, and Ignis surely has many engagements as well. But he allows himself for one last, precious moment to be captivated entirely.]
I'll be waiting for you, dearest Ignis.
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it truly is agony to tear himself away -- with ignis realising that spending more time with albert only makes him crave him more, instead of simply satisfying himself with his company. he can't have enough of albert, his wit, his kindness, that warmth and gentleness and yet that sharp edge, too, the strength of his convictions and their shared experiences. their connection is stronger than anything that ignis has ever experienced, and when they part ways, he moves quickly through all his tasks until he's finally, finally done.
he reaches albert's home five minutes early, having washed up with a new change of clothes, this time more casual with a simple black button-up shirt and suspenders, sleeves folded to his elbows neatly. he knocks, and this time he comes with a large bouquet of two dozen red, red roses. ]
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When Ignis knocks, he'll be greeted moments later by Albert in a soft, casual, deep purple shirt, the collar unfastened to show his amethyst gemstone at his throat, his own sleeves rolled up much in the fashion of Ignis' own.
He's ready with a greeting, but it dies on his lips at the sight of the flowers.]
...For me?
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the dark purple suits him, and it takes ignis only a moment to realise that albert, sweet albert is starting to dress like him. he smiles, warm and tender and delighted as he offers him the large bouquet. ]
I am only sorry that they're not as stunning as you.
[ he tells him with a soft smile, musing. ]
Perhaps I should wear green the next time I see you.
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[Albert takes the flowers with a gentle, enigmatic smile, pulling them close and looking at them for a long, fond moment.
Then his head snaps up.]
Pardon me, where are my manners? Would you like to come inside for a moment, or shall we be off?