[ this is an outcome he has definitely considered -- and dreaded. after all, if it can happen to aranea, it can happen to anyone, and ignis doesn't fault albert for assuming the worst. his world is shaken by her departure, the possibility that the person you're fond of can disappear.
and he feels it, too, the profound, painful pulse of his heartache resonating in their bond. he feels for him, his own sadness echoing with his. he leans into his hand and nuzzles into it, aching to comfort him. ]
You did it because that is who you are. For all of your ruthlessness, my love... [ he lifts his head to look to him, his hand coming to rest over his chest. he battles his own private fear, of losing albert, noctis, or anyone that he loves here. but albert needs him, and ignis will be the steel that he needs to rely on. his words are gentle, coaxing. ]
Your heart is not made of iron, and neither are you. I will not allow you to lose yourself, my Albert. Perhaps one day, she will return. We have not yet eliminated that possibility, have we?
[It's only then that Albert steps enough out of his own misery to realize that Ignis is hurting, too. Of course he would, Albert reasons. After all, there was more at stake for the two of them than he can now ever know, and their bond was a complicated one. The fact that someone from Ignis' world could come and go just like that must be harrowing. Albert is a stranger by comparison, almost an interloper, and it's with shame on his face that he covers the hand on his chest with both of his own.]
You're absolutely right, of course. She may well return, and I'll welcome her with open arms.
[He takes Ignis' hand and presses gentle kisses to his fingertips before folding that hand between both of his, squeezing firmly.]
I do wish I were a stronger man, though. My heart would do much better to be made of iron.
[ ignis asks quietly after a moment. albert is in so much pain that it makes his breath catch in his throat, miserable and aching, and he simply pulls him into his arms, wrapping them around him tight as he holds him.
he hates the look of shame on his face, wildly protective of this vulnerable, open albert, one of the two greatest loves of his life. he holds him, wills the warmth of his own body to flow into his in this time of sorrow, of fear. ]
I love you as you are. Instead of striving for a heart like iron, let me take care of yours for as long as you wish. Let me protect you.
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and he feels it, too, the profound, painful pulse of his heartache resonating in their bond. he feels for him, his own sadness echoing with his. he leans into his hand and nuzzles into it, aching to comfort him. ]
You did it because that is who you are. For all of your ruthlessness, my love... [ he lifts his head to look to him, his hand coming to rest over his chest. he battles his own private fear, of losing albert, noctis, or anyone that he loves here. but albert needs him, and ignis will be the steel that he needs to rely on. his words are gentle, coaxing. ]
Your heart is not made of iron, and neither are you. I will not allow you to lose yourself, my Albert. Perhaps one day, she will return. We have not yet eliminated that possibility, have we?
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You're absolutely right, of course. She may well return, and I'll welcome her with open arms.
[He takes Ignis' hand and presses gentle kisses to his fingertips before folding that hand between both of his, squeezing firmly.]
I do wish I were a stronger man, though. My heart would do much better to be made of iron.
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[ ignis asks quietly after a moment. albert is in so much pain that it makes his breath catch in his throat, miserable and aching, and he simply pulls him into his arms, wrapping them around him tight as he holds him.
he hates the look of shame on his face, wildly protective of this vulnerable, open albert, one of the two greatest loves of his life. he holds him, wills the warmth of his own body to flow into his in this time of sorrow, of fear. ]
I love you as you are. Instead of striving for a heart like iron, let me take care of yours for as long as you wish. Let me protect you.