[It is a little easier on Ignis' end. While he doesn't have a lot of people he's close to on this level, he at least has some. As Ardyn takes his hands, Ignis draws in a deep breath, letting it out slowly and opening himself up to the redhead. When he feels that spark of magic, that small ember reaching out, he takes a hold of it and welcomes it into himself, leading it until it finds the path it needs.
Ever since the power of the Old King's left him in Altissia, Ignis has felt cold deep in his bones, a feeling he had come to think would never go away. This new connection doesn't chase it away completely, but he cannot deny he does feel warmer. A small smile crosses his face as he leans in to rest his forehead against Ardyn's.]
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Ever since the power of the Old King's left him in Altissia, Ignis has felt cold deep in his bones, a feeling he had come to think would never go away. This new connection doesn't chase it away completely, but he cannot deny he does feel warmer. A small smile crosses his face as he leans in to rest his forehead against Ardyn's.]
Now you really are stuck with me.