Take my hand

He never really realized someone could make him feel like Mprtis did. Like he belonged, like he was special, like they were always meant to be together. Right here there was no pressure from the outside, neither of them were sick, there wasn’t a blizzard about to tear down their door. This moment was theirs and theirs alone.

Mort replied softly and sweetly to Hikaru’s amusement and accusation of getting him drunk. The retort made Hika giggle, but also tilt his head curiously. This was for him? Silvery eyes lifted to Mortis’ bright blue gaze as he went on. His name on the winged heir’s lips was followed by a small pause as he steeled himself before dropping the question he had planned.

His jaw dropped as Mortis continued, stating that Hika was the only one he ever wanted, and then he asked him to marry him. A rosy blush overtook his features and a grin replaced his look of stunned surprise as he renewed his embrace and felt tears prick at his eyes. ”Yes, yes I would.” He returned with love, adoration, and excitement.

"Hikaru"