[ 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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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?