There was never any doubt. Ignis knew, down into his bones, that Gladio loved him. Ignis had loved him for years, even before he realized it, back when they were young. Sighing, he reached up and carded a clawed hand through Gladio's shaggy hair before tipping his head back and letting his eyes slide closed. It was easier to think then, though the wash of fresh, intense scents around him made even that difficult.
"... how do I look like this?"
It was no secret that Ignis was fastidious about his appearance. Even sparring, he did his best to remain as composed as possible. Some might whisper that he was vain but it wasn't a case of vanity. It was simply that for him, being clean and orderly was just how it was done.
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Date: 2018-03-04 06:23 am (UTC)"... how do I look like this?"
It was no secret that Ignis was fastidious about his appearance. Even sparring, he did his best to remain as composed as possible. Some might whisper that he was vain but it wasn't a case of vanity. It was simply that for him, being clean and orderly was just how it was done.