Of Courtship and Castles [Red] ;)

Red let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, though judging by the ache of relief in his chest when he did he must have been holding it for quite a while. And the light headed feeling. He reached over her shoulders with his muzzle, seeking to tuck the much smaller female close against him with a vast gentleness and return her hesitant with a lingering kiss of his own. He brushed one paw along her glowing shoulder, smoothing the fur there and watching the moonstone sheen across it. "Will you marry me?" he asked gently. "I don't know how your people do these things, but I would give you the honor you deserve." He brushed his lips over her own muzzle softly, coaxingly. "Ba mhaith liom teaghlach a thógáil leat, mo ghrá is fearr."