i'll show you how to move your feet

There were never any real verbal words between them, he’d whispered perhaps two or three the entire time they had known each other. Most of their communication was wordless, even with the ability to sign exactly what he wanted to say. In that way part of him felt like he knew Gwynevere better than any other wolf in the world. She could pick up his thoughts and feelings with barely a glance, and he was learning her the same way. There were no need for words between them because they could already practically read each other’s minds.

She didn’t hesitate to take him up on his offer either, as Ysmir fell easily into the simple steps Gwyn followed along. Back and forth, bowing and twirling until she didn’t miss a beat. The two of them were moving in tandem, just like generations previous. Ysmir grinned, feeling so deeply fulfilled in the moment. This was the right path, Gwyn was his present and future. His grin was broad and all encompassing, there was a spring in his step that couldn’t be counterfeited.

Their pace came to a crescendo, but as slowly as they reached the height, Ysmir began to slow them down. The pace nearly stalling until they were close and nearly in each other’s arms again. Tsmir’s dark star spattered sides heaved as he sought air. His dual toned gaze never leaving Gwyn’s pastel lavender and mint eyes. He didn’t move for a long moment, unable to look away or think of anything but his dearest love. Ysmir couldn’t tell her the feelings he had, but he could show her like this.

Ysmir lowered himself to the ground in front of her, without a token beyond the circlet he had already gifted her in exchange for what he desired. He looked up into her eyes, and for a second wished that he could speak his question. Instead he signed a simple question. ”Would you be my wife?”

"Gwynevere & Ysmir"