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banebu on September 2nd, 2018 at 08:24 pm

( He keeps himself propped up just long enough to move off Ignis before he collapses against the bed. No amount of fighting can really train a man for the exhaustion of such emotional confessions or the adrenaline and thunder of making love. There's a different kind of intensity to it, one which leaves sweat beading down his back and across his forehead as he catches his breath and stretches out on the bed, a moment's respite before the kisses rain down on his lips and breathlessness turns into a smile. )

I don't go down that easy. ( ... Not in battle anyway. Gladiolus catches Ignis' hand in his, running his thumb over knuckles idly. It's a fear they both share, all the more acutely since the events that hastened the darkness, the loss of their Prince.

He can't say Ignis won't lose him, though he'll try his damnedest to make sure it doesn't happen. All he can do is make whatever time they have together worth it. )

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