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[ he can't think nothing of it, albert. the box is sitting right there, at albert's side. ignis' gaze rests on it, then on albert, because the man is infinitely more arresting when he looks apologetic and shy. goodness, but albert is beautiful.

he has always been, but the realisation of what he's confessed, the weight of his own words become more significant -- he loves him. he loves albert, deeply, truly, and he wants to spend more time with him. it's not a schoolboy crush, not when it feels so right. he can sense albert's trepidation and something else -- and he gives his hand a gentle squeeze. ]

The teacup was lovely. I'll think of you every single time I have coffee from it.

[ he muses, a tinge of playfulness in his voice because they cannot be more opposite with their favourite choice of beverage. ] And I promise you, I'll love you a little better each day. And actually let you finish dinner, for once.

[ he gestures for the waiter to take their orders. and when they're done ordering, he finally gestures briefly to the box by albert's side. ]

What you have in that box... are you waiting for the right time?

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[Albert really just wanted the box out of his hand, and when Ignis' attention keeps going back to it, Albert's attention finally does as well. His smile is gentle, unassuming as he moves to push the box over toward Ignis. Lightly, his fingers linger atop it.

They are the same in many ways, and the opposite in charming others. They have a vibrant life together already. Albert can only imagine where they'll go from here, even if he bought his dear coffee drinker a teacup, even if he's still shell shocked by the key.]

I was, but I fear there never will be one. [All his plans feel thoroughly thrown out of the window, so he might as well be absolutely anticlimactic. Nothing could have prepared him for hearing that Ignis loves him tonight, nor for the honor of being allowed into his apartment freely.

This place is strange, and not the sort of place for conventions that Albert alone must hold. And yet...]

I love you with every part of my soul. My heart is thoroughly captured, and my mind craves nothing more than it does you.

[With a somehow chagrined look, he opens the box's lid. Inside, tied with a ribbon to a small emerald green velveteen cushion, is a ring. His eyes keep careful watch on Ignis' reaction.]

Even though I feel like I'm asking too much of you, I want you to have this. A token of my love, my esteem, my trust, and... an oath of sorts. That I will be yours until this place sees fit to part us. That I will listen to every word you say with rapt attention, and see to your needs with utter devotion. You... of course don't have to accept it, but I had to make things clear before it was too late for me to do so.

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[ ...ah.

ignis stares down at the ring when it's uncovered. it is understated and elegant, so much like albert's style, with the vivid, deep green glittering in the dim light. out of everything that's impossible to achieve in his life, this is one crucial one -- to have someone essentially pledge himself to him, in devotion and love. his life is meant to be used to protect noctis, and here he is, having found love in albert james moriarty, a wonderful companion and an excellent partner.

he's silent for a long moment, listening to albert speak in soft, smooth tones, no less honest as he says his piece. his love, his esteem, his trust; this ring signifies everything that albert cannot put into words. somehow, he's earned this man's deepest devotion, and he feels something rise in his throat. ]

Albert...

[ and for the first time in his life, ignis is at a loss for words. what can he say to that? ignis offered him a place to come home to, and albert carves out a place at his side. he reaches to brush light fingers over the gorgeous jewels, the elegant band of it, before he delicately pulls it out of its velvet cushion to have it between his fingers.

so small, so sleek, and yet with a world of meaning gathered in it. he swallows. ]

...If this place parts us, and returns us and wipes our memories of each other. I want something that will tell me, without a doubt, that I was yours and you were mine.

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[He watches with cautious optimism as Ignis lifts the ring, something that in Albert's mind places Ignis on the level of everyone in the Moriarty establishment without the danger and tainted past. Something that makes Ignis his. It's more than that, more than anyone he's ever met. If he's hasty, he doesn't care.

Those words that finally come make Albert's eyes narrow slightly as he smiles.]

Ignis... You are burned into my heart and my very soul.

[He reaches across to take the ring, so he can slip it onto Ignis' hand, if he's allowed.]

I am yours, even if I forget this world entirely. For as long as I am here, I will be by your side, steady and true. I will not hide my sparing light from you, nor my endless darkness. And when this ends, and everything in me is laid to ruin once more, I'll know that I have loved and been loved more intensely and beautifully than ever a man like me deserved.

[Lifting Ignis' hand, he presses a kiss to his fingers.]

I will never ask for your loyalty, as I respect your devotion to your fellows as much as I respect your brilliant mind and endless talents. But everything else... I'll hold close, and guard with everything I am and have ever been. Please, Ignis. Trust me with your heart until the end.

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[ there is everything bittersweet about his confession -- one day, someday, they will have to return to their worlds and experience their own fate (or head it off, if one is lucky enough.

albert, sweet albert, gorgeous but deadly and dangerous in the same vein, is promising himself to him, pledging himself as his. his heart races, warm and full and almost bursting with love for him as he listens. the soft brush of his fingers against his knuckles makes his breath catch, and his fingers curl around his own, yearning to kiss him.

can you feel it, albert, how much he loves you?

he exhales a soft sigh before he leans forward now, gently nuzzling against him before he pulls him into a kiss. the ring is slid on his hand, cool and smooth, and he marvels at how it's a perfect fit, how it gleams on his finger. ]

Of course, my darling, my love. You have such a special place in my heart; a portion of it is yours, and wholly yours. I love you, and I promise to be worthy of your loyalty. Every ounce of loyalty I can give, it is yours. I will take care of you, and love you fervently. You have my promise. I only regret that I don't yet have a ring for you.