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CLOTHING ADVENTURES

Who: Anyone! Everyone!
What: Clothes were requested. Clothes are now granted.
When: morning of the 22nd initially
Where: meet me at the room that's literally filled to the brim with clothing in 15 minutes
Warnings: It's just clothes, what could possibly go wrong!
Notes: Everyone gets free clothes whether they participated in the actual request or not. CLOTHES FOR THE ENTIRE ISLAND.

There's a room in the Storyteller's temple; it was once empty, and now it's...not. It is, in fact, full of clothing of all sorts, to the point that it might be slightly difficult to find exactly what you're looking for.

Oh well. It's there now, no takebacks.

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Apparently there's a thing... um... in some of the other worlds?

[He reaches around Ignis to trace his own fingers over the heart again.]

Rainbows represent uh... LGBTQ Pride.

[And Iggy is so private he can't help thinking he'd disapprove of wearing something so.... blatant.]

Oh...

[It takes him a few moments to parse out what the abbreviation means and once he does, Ignis isn't immediately sure what to think. On one hand, he is a private person. He doesn't really like going around with his heart on his sleeve--or splashed across his chest for that matter. On the other hand, after all they've been through recently, he doesn't care what people think about those he's chosen to love. If he did, he wouldn't still love Ardyn as much as he does.]

Well, it's not like a great many of the people here don't already know where my affections lie.

[And that agreement, because that's what it is, makes him smile, curling an arm around Ignis and leaning in to kiss his cheek.]

You wouldn't dream of it back home, though... I know that.

[So it's a compromise for him and it makes him stupidly happy to know Ignis is willing to do that for him. Even if he just wears it as a sleep shirt.

Gladio takes Ignis' hand though, draws it up to his own chest. There's no real textural difference between the stripes of color on his own shirt so he draws Ignis' finger down his chest, murmuring the colors as they go.]

There were complications back home. Ones that feel rather foolish in light of everything that's happened, now that I think about it.

[Ignis lets Gladio guide his hand, happily relaxing into the Shield's body as the same time.]

Found one for yourself as well, have you?

[That knowledge makes Ignis feel warm in a way he isn't expecting. It's not like he and Gladio don't have other things they share, but sharing this feels different. Perhaps because of how obvious the declaration is.

His head falls against Gladio's shoulder as a mischievous smile crosses his face.]

Is this about the time where one of us says something sappy like 'Look, here are the colors of my heart?'

Doubt I'll wear it much but it's a good fit.

[Still feels a little strange to be wearing a shirt on a tropical island though. And as soon as he tries to get any work done he'd need to strip too. Fabric is delicate and the work he does is hardly gentle.

He just smiles as Ignis settles in against him, tilting his head to drop kisses wherever he can reach, pressing a sappy grin into the other man's hair.]

You already know the colors of my heart.

Well, it'd certainly be a shame to keep a chest like yours covered too much.

[Relaxed and content for the moment, Ignis is a little more open with his appreciation than he would usually be. Enjoy it while it lasts, big guy. He'll be back to critiquing your dressing habits soon enough.]

Mmm...I do, but why don't you describe them for me. Help me see them in my mind's eye?

Oh, I see how it is. Now that it's yours to touch when you want it's okay for me to show it off.

[He laughs, teasing and leaning in to nuzzle into Ignis' throat, tickling with his beard before soothing the scratchiness with a soft kiss.]

Black first and foremost as you well know. My heart belongs to the crown just as much as yours does. Deep and powerful and unyielding like the crags leading up to Ravatogh. The dark scarlet of the Leiden sunset, passion and love. [This he punctuates with another kiss.]

Hmm... The pale, clear blue of the Wennath, bright with hope and happiness. And silvery steel, like the Citadel's arches. Proud and stubborn.... think that about covers it?

Would you rather me not be proud of my lover's physique?

[Sassy as the response may be, it doesn't last long under the onslaught of kisses. A soft purr rumbles in Ignis' throat as he returns the kisses, and he can't help but smile at the description that Gladio lays out before him.]

Such beautiful images, though, I'm not sure any mere images can fully encompass just how beautiful you heart is. I'm so lucky to be able to call even a small part of it mine.

[That little purr, the look sassy and smug and heart-stoppingly beautiful, a strange little thrill at the fact that he calls Gladio his lover. It's enough to have Gladio's arm coming up around Ignis to drag him the rest of the way into his lap.]

's all yours, Spark. You know that. [There may be pieces he shares with Iris and Noct, Prompto and even Cor and the other Glaives... but there is not a single corner of his heart that is not devoted to Ignis in all ways.]

Love you... so much.

[Ignis lets out a soft sound of surprise when he's pulled completely into Gladio's lap. It's undignified and he will never admit to it later, especially since, at this point, he really should be used to being manhandled by the Shield. He doesn't mind it, but it still seems to catch him off guard every time.

With a content sigh, he settles himself, hands resting on Gladio's shoulders, forehead pressed against the Shield's.]

I love you too. With everything I am. Never let yourself doubt that.

Course not.

[He says it but there's the faintest slant to his lips that says he might, on occasion, doubt that. But it's something he doesn't try to hide. Not after the last few weeks.]

Like... 98% of the time. [But there are times when the old doubts and fears creep back up. Or when he looks at what Ignis and Ardyn have and wonders if he's just getting in the way.]

Oh my Lovely Petal...

[Ignis doesn't need to see the frown to know it's there and he can't help but raise his fingers to lightly run over Gladio's lips.]

I'm sorry this is so complicated. Is there anything I can do to help with your doubts?

[Honestly, he understands why Gladio doubts and doesn't hold it against him. He just wishes there was a way to put those doubts to rest permanently.]

It's fine babe. Even if Ardyn wasn't in the picture I'd...

[A huffed breath and he leans up to kiss Ignis lightly, offering him a sheepish shrug.]

Nine years is a long time to just... let go of.

Of course. I can't even imagine.

[His posture sags a little as he speaks. He can't imagine. How can he when he hasn't lived that time yet? Hasn't lived it, but still can't let go of the guilt.

A soft sigh slips from his lips and then he leans forward to press a gentle kiss to Gladio's. He can't drive away Gladio's worries anymore than Gladio can erase the guilt he feels over his future self's actions. What good will lingering on it now do?]

What other horrors have you found in this mountain of clothing?

[It's a burden they both carry but it's somthing they are both aware of, something that they talk about, acknowledge even if they can't change it. It makes it easier to bear, knowing he doesn't have to hide those moments of insecurity. He hopes it's a little easier on Ignis, too, that the advisor knows he can talk to him if he ever has insecurities about what might happen in the future.

Lingering won't help though so Gladio smirks, the smug little huff of breath more than enough to tell Ignis what he's doing. He shifts a little and then presses something into Iggy's hands, soft supple suede driving gloves, fingerless this time, not as warm as the leather he usually wears. It should set him keep as much of his grip as the leather ones do without being hot or restricting his sense of touch as much.]

They're red, like a really dark mahogany kinda color.

[He is, just as Gladio thinks, immediately suspicious when he hears that huff, but he finds out very quickly his suspicious are unfounded for once. In fact, he's extremely touched when Gladio describes what he's just laid in his hands. The gift is a thoughtful one, especially considering his other set of gloves were ruined by the flowers and his own foolishness.

Ignis' fingers slide lightly over the suede before a wide smile crosses his face and he starts pulling them on, displaying them for the Shield once he's done.]

They feel perfect. What do you think?

[Seeing Ignis smile like that for him only makes him more pleased he'd managed to find them. He'd been looking for decent work gloves to protect his hands while he was doing more of the woodworking but he'd found these instead. It's well worth it if it makes Ignis smile though.

He holds his hands up and Gladio catches his wrist, thumb sliding up into the center of his palm to urge his hand open so he can press light kisses to his fingertips.]

I think the color suits you. [And he clearly enjoys Ignis having full use of his fingertips again if the way he keeps kissing is any indication. And just once, knowing full well Ignis will be upset with him for doing it in public, he does more than kiss. Sliding his lips down over one finger until he touches the warm suede, flicking his tongue over Ignis' fingertip, and then sliding back with a chuckle.]

[Perhaps it's because of the close call with the flowers or maybe it's just because he's in a good mood, but Ignis doesn't get upset with Gladio for his actions. Instead, he lets out a soft gasp and then tilts his head down in a vain attempt to hide the flush on his cheeks.]

Gladiolus! We're in public. You could at least wait until we are back at the cottage!

[Yeah, he's not angry. Quite the opposite in fact.]

[Gladio grins at the protest, laughing and playful, leaning up to catch Ignis' lips briefly.]

Can't help it, babe. You're just too damn tasty.

[He has absolutely zero shame. Deal with it Igs.]

[Well, it's a good thing Ignis has enough shame for both of them.

Maybe.]

Do we need to adjourn back to the cottage now? I'd hate for you to go hungry.

[The fact that Ignis teases him back sometimes, and even takes his constant playful suggestiveness and makes actual suggestions out of it still surprises him sometimes. It's enough to have his brows raise and something hot flicker in his gaze. Ignis may not be able to see it but he would recognize the shift in his breathing, that slight hitch, a sharp inhale, the exhale measured and slow.]

Mmm, tragedy. 'm wasting away here.

((OOC: Continuing over here you stalkers. ~~coughStarcough~~))

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