Great. I don't normally cook like that, so I was scared the meat was gonna be fucked up.
[He'll give Ezell his hand back now so they can both eat. Steak is kind of a two-handed meal. Like, don't get him wrong, he'd absolutely spear this cut of meat on his fork and eat it off that like a barbarian, but he's trying to make this... presentable. Not stupid? Something like that.]
No, no, it's really good! [ He will take his hand back to start cutting into his meal again, happily stuffing his face. He waits to swallow before speaking, of course. ] I think you did really well with the flavor, too.
[ He wasn't expecting anything for his birthday and now he's just so light and airy and... hhh. He love him boyfriend... ]
I love you, too. ...more than I bet you think I do.
[He's so down horrendous. He's so deeply, terribly in love with Ezell.
The faster he eats, the faster he can propose, the faster he can slip the ring on Ezell's finger and kiss him stupid, and they can sleep here and cuddle and
and
he's going to get emotional thinking about waking up next to his fiance, help.]
After we're done eating, let's go dance around the fire pit outside for a bit. I know it's cold, but trust me, it's part of your present.
[Where did you learn to dance, you hopeless romantic?]
Careful, love, if you scarf your food down like that, you're going to choke...
[ A little chuckle. "More than I bet you think I do", hm...? That's probably true. But only because it's genuinely hard for Ezell to imagine why someone would love him. If he were in Flamebringer's shoes, he certainly wouldn't-
But he doesn't say that. His wings just shudder a bit in delight and Ezell continues his meal at a moderate pace. ]
Oh...? Dancing? You didn't have to go all out for this, Flamebringer, you know??? Just this alone has made me so happy.
Yeah, I mean— it's not going to be great dancing. I don't have good dancing music on my phone, so it's going to be silent. Maybe that's gonna make it weird, I dunno.
[He will not stop inhaling his food thank you though!]
[ What do you mean he learned how to waltz?? From who?????? Ezell might be dying, his boyfriend is too sweet. Cavities abound. ]
...hehe. You're so cute. If you'd like, I might have some good waltz music on my phone? And, yes, I do. It doesn't have to be great - the fact you want to with me at all is really charming, my love.
[Thanks to PV and Luca, he now knows how to fucking dance. Look, he's been planning this!!]
Yeah, that works. I know it's snowing and cold and wet, but uh... well. I was planning this for a while, and there's not much room to dance in here with the bed in the way.
[Y'all could do a different waltz but that is super not what Flamebringer implied. Or meant to imply, anyway.]
I'm sure we could always move it outside, but... that's too much work. I'm more than happy to do this outside. If we get closer to the waves, it'll be fine. The salt from the water will have taken care of the snow, either way.
[ Ezell is mostly finished at this point, so... ]
Alright, then. Did you learn how to lead, or how to follow? I can do either just fine.
I can do both. [He learnt both!] ...but let me lead tonight, yeah?
[Since they're both done, he will stand up and start to head outside. He lit the fire pit so that they could dance around that since it'll be far warmer than the frigid negative temperatures outside, so that's where they're going, just off to the side of the deck. Ezell should probably keep his phone in his pocket playing music, though, lest it get wet with the heavy snowfall.]
[ Ezell nods, and he’ll take Flamebringer’s hand and squeeze it as they go outside together. With his other hand he’ll try to find some waltz-appropriate music he has saved and shove his phone back in his pocket afterwards. ]
[Thank God for waltz-appropriate music because Flamebringer has death metal. That is not romantic. Imagine Master of Puppets playing while he gets down on one knee and proposes.]
You know, I...
[He begins, as he's twirling them around in their little dance out on the patio, fire burning hot enough to keep the chill out at least for now.]
...really fucking suck at dates and stuff. I'm still getting used to what it feels like to be soft with someone. I probably should've brought you flowers and wine.
...
I don't even know if you drink. [So it's going well.]
["Adorable". Ugh! Look at him! He's never used words like that until Ezell popped into his life! He rolls his eyes at himself, grins playfully, and tightens his grip on Ezell's waist.
To himself, he thinks: I've got to say something more romantic than this. I cannot be a dork, I practiced this in front of a mirror and I need to say something suave and cool.]
Over the last while, you've grown on me. Like a weed. [motherfucker—] A really cute weed.
...
[Just gonna. Be pathetic and bonk his head into Ezell's shoulder. The nerves have him bad right now, but he'll lift his head up a short second later.]
I feel like I can't talk to you properly without stumbling over my own words. I hope you know that... for all my "I fuck with you"s and my "you're a cute weed", I still want to spend the rest of my sunrises with you. Kissing your shoulders in the morning, burying my nose into your hair and breathing you in, wrapping around you... that sort of shit.
[ You know, even despite being compared to a weed, Ezell is incredibly endeared. He honestly can't believe Flamebringer's sincere endearments here. Where is this coming from...? He knows how this all sounds, right? And to be with him so sweetly like that...
Ezell will gently stop their waltz so he can properly wrap his arms around Flamebringer for a hug, combing his fingers through his hair. He's trying to help settle those nerves, mostly because they're getting to Ezell now, too. ] I really love you, too. I... I'm just a little confused. Where's all this coming from...?
[Ezell you're a beautiful chrysanthemum to him, but "you grew on me like a chrysanthemum" is not remotely a saying, and Flamebringer is also a dumbass. He's trying so hard over here.
They stop, and he knows he Has To propose here. He just has to. He has to bite back the fear that Ezell is going to say no, or "think about it longer", or something like that. Would proposing on his birthday ruin it? Does Ezell even want to marry him in the first place? It's him, god dammit, he's going to fuck this up eventually.
He bites down on his lower lip, briefly hugging back before he strays a hand back to reach into his back pocket where the ring box is.
Hoo. Here we go.]
It's, uh...
[He takes a deep breath, exhales, and steps back.]
I rehearsed this in front of our bathroom mirror probably a hundred times, and I still can't get it right. I look at you and everything I want to say completely fizzles out of my brain. But I figured if there was any day to do this, it would be on your birthday to make it really memorable. So...
[Deep breaths, you can do this. Red in the face, he takes a step back, then gets down on one knee in the snow, heedless of the way the frost seeps into his pants as he opens the velvet box.
Inside is a custom-made ring that he sketched out himself, and had Ydalir help him create.]
[ "Why does it sound like he's trying to set up for a proposal?" thinks man who is shocked when his boyfriend gets down on one knee.
Ezell pulls his hand off of Flamebringer only because he steps back, but it still searches for Flamebringer, very much in a "wait, where are you going?" manner. He wants to be close. You can't say all these sweet things and not be close to him. He's a physically affectionate bastard, he has to be close. Don't go. Don't go...
...
Huh?
He's so lost at the words and the kneeling and the... ring. What's happening? Is Flamebringer actually proposing? He... what? Why?
...Huh?????
Ezell just sits there dumbfounded for a moment, bright red. He doesn't know what he's supposed to say. There's a negative voice in his head that says this is just a very mean joke and that no one would actually want to marry him, but Ezell brushes that aside very quickly in favor of the love that's spilling over from his heart. He loves Flamebringer. More than there is heat from the sun, people in the world, or space in the universe, he loves this Sarkaz. He wants to wake up every day with him, too. He wants to kiss him awake and have them both laughing when Flamebringer kisses his ticklish neck. He wants to maybe someday... raise a family with him???
I... [ It's the only syllable he's able to get out before he chokes on a sob and the tears start to pour. He clasps a hand against his mouth to stop more crying from coming out. He knows he has to answer and that Flamebringer has to put the ring on, but his knees are so damn weak right now. He can't help it that he falls to his knees and presses his weight into Flamebringer.
He doesn't answer with words. He isn't sure he can. But he... nods very quickly against his beloved.
[oh FUCK he made him fucking CRY way to go Flamebringer you goddamn fucking moron you've fucked it up again—
Oh.
Oh!
Oh...
Well, this is as good a time as any to put that ring on Ezell's finger, then, even though his hands are shaking as he does it. After that, he pulls Ezell into his lap and holds him close.
[ The music is still playing, though muffled because his phone has slipped out of his pocket and into the sand. He doesn't seem to mind this at all, and instead is just burying his face into Flamebringer. He only picks it up when he feels Flamebringer sliding the band onto his finger, and he just... laughs. In that sort of way one laughs when they're mid-cry. ]
I...It's so pretty.
[ His halo and wings have never been brighter than right now. He leans in to press kisses against his cheek, minding his Originium, and doing his best to kiss away Flamebringer's tears. When he speaks, it's through little sobs and hiccups. ]
Y-you're serious... right? Th-this i...isn't a joke? Because I-I won't let you go, you kn-know...
[ Ezell can't help but just... cry. He can hardly see because of the tears that well in his eyes, but he doesn't need to. He can just hold onto Flamebringer like this. In the snowy beach with the crashing waves and the muffled music in the sand, and... it's almost too perfect? What had he done to deserve someone like Flamebringer? He's from Laterano, and followed the selfish ideals for far too long without thinking about the repercussions. He didn't even know Sankta came from Sarkaz to begin with.
... He doesn't understand. What does Flamebringer see in him that he wants to keep Ezell around?
He picks his head up and gently bonks his forehead to Flamebringer's, squeezing him tighter. ] I-I love you. S...so much. I wish... I could put it into words, but... all I can think right n-now is "I love you, I love you I love y-you"...
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[He'll give Ezell his hand back now so they can both eat. Steak is kind of a two-handed meal. Like, don't get him wrong, he'd absolutely spear this cut of meat on his fork and eat it off that like a barbarian, but he's trying to make this... presentable. Not stupid? Something like that.]
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[ He wasn't expecting anything for his birthday and now he's just so light and airy and... hhh. He love him boyfriend... ]
I love you.
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I love you, too. ...more than I bet you think I do.
[He's so down horrendous. He's so deeply, terribly in love with Ezell.
The faster he eats, the faster he can propose, the faster he can slip the ring on Ezell's finger and kiss him stupid, and they can sleep here and cuddle and
and
he's going to get emotional thinking about waking up next to his fiance, help.]
After we're done eating, let's go dance around the fire pit outside for a bit. I know it's cold, but trust me, it's part of your present.
[Where did you learn to dance, you hopeless romantic?]
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[ A little chuckle. "More than I bet you think I do", hm...? That's probably true. But only because it's genuinely hard for Ezell to imagine why someone would love him. If he were in Flamebringer's shoes, he certainly wouldn't-
But he doesn't say that. His wings just shudder a bit in delight and Ezell continues his meal at a moderate pace. ]
Oh...? Dancing? You didn't have to go all out for this, Flamebringer, you know??? Just this alone has made me so happy.
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[He will not stop inhaling his food thank you though!]
...do you, uh, know how to waltz?
[where did YOU learn that?]
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...hehe. You're so cute. If you'd like, I might have some good waltz music on my phone? And, yes, I do. It doesn't have to be great - the fact you want to with me at all is really charming, my love.
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Yeah, that works. I know it's snowing and cold and wet, but uh... well. I was planning this for a while, and there's not much room to dance in here with the bed in the way.
[Y'all could do a different waltz but that is super not what Flamebringer implied. Or meant to imply, anyway.]
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[ Ezell is mostly finished at this point, so... ]
Alright, then. Did you learn how to lead, or how to follow? I can do either just fine.
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[Since they're both done, he will stand up and start to head outside. He lit the fire pit so that they could dance around that since it'll be far warmer than the frigid negative temperatures outside, so that's where they're going, just off to the side of the deck. Ezell should probably keep his phone in his pocket playing music, though, lest it get wet with the heavy snowfall.]
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You know, I...
[He begins, as he's twirling them around in their little dance out on the patio, fire burning hot enough to keep the chill out at least for now.]
...really fucking suck at dates and stuff. I'm still getting used to what it feels like to be soft with someone. I probably should've brought you flowers and wine.
...
I don't even know if you drink. [So it's going well.]
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[ He gently kisses the tip of Flamebringer's nose after a twirl. ]
I drink socially sometimes. Not enough to get drunk. Depressants and I don't really get along.
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["Adorable". Ugh! Look at him! He's never used words like that until Ezell popped into his life! He rolls his eyes at himself, grins playfully, and tightens his grip on Ezell's waist.
To himself, he thinks: I've got to say something more romantic than this. I cannot be a dork, I practiced this in front of a mirror and I need to say something suave and cool.]
Over the last while, you've grown on me. Like a weed. [motherfucker—] A really cute weed.
...
[Just gonna. Be pathetic and bonk his head into Ezell's shoulder. The nerves have him bad right now, but he'll lift his head up a short second later.]
I feel like I can't talk to you properly without stumbling over my own words. I hope you know that... for all my "I fuck with you"s and my "you're a cute weed", I still want to spend the rest of my sunrises with you. Kissing your shoulders in the morning, burying my nose into your hair and breathing you in, wrapping around you... that sort of shit.
I... really love you, Ezell.
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Ezell will gently stop their waltz so he can properly wrap his arms around Flamebringer for a hug, combing his fingers through his hair. He's trying to help settle those nerves, mostly because they're getting to Ezell now, too. ] I really love you, too. I... I'm just a little confused. Where's all this coming from...?
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They stop, and he knows he Has To propose here. He just has to. He has to bite back the fear that Ezell is going to say no, or "think about it longer", or something like that. Would proposing on his birthday ruin it? Does Ezell even want to marry him in the first place? It's him, god dammit, he's going to fuck this up eventually.
He bites down on his lower lip, briefly hugging back before he strays a hand back to reach into his back pocket where the ring box is.
Hoo. Here we go.]
It's, uh...
[He takes a deep breath, exhales, and steps back.]
I rehearsed this in front of our bathroom mirror probably a hundred times, and I still can't get it right. I look at you and everything I want to say completely fizzles out of my brain. But I figured if there was any day to do this, it would be on your birthday to make it really memorable. So...
[Deep breaths, you can do this. Red in the face, he takes a step back, then gets down on one knee in the snow, heedless of the way the frost seeps into his pants as he opens the velvet box.
Inside is a custom-made ring that he sketched out himself, and had Ydalir help him create.]
Ezell Pastore... will you marry me?
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Ezell pulls his hand off of Flamebringer only because he steps back, but it still searches for Flamebringer, very much in a "wait, where are you going?" manner. He wants to be close. You can't say all these sweet things and not be close to him. He's a physically affectionate bastard, he has to be close. Don't go. Don't go...
...
Huh?
He's so lost at the words and the kneeling and the... ring. What's happening? Is Flamebringer actually proposing? He... what? Why?
...Huh?????
Ezell just sits there dumbfounded for a moment, bright red. He doesn't know what he's supposed to say. There's a negative voice in his head that says this is just a very mean joke and that no one would actually want to marry him, but Ezell brushes that aside very quickly in favor of the love that's spilling over from his heart. He loves Flamebringer. More than there is heat from the sun, people in the world, or space in the universe, he loves this Sarkaz. He wants to wake up every day with him, too. He wants to kiss him awake and have them both laughing when Flamebringer kisses his ticklish neck. He wants to maybe someday... raise a family with him???
Hhhh... ]
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He doesn't answer with words. He isn't sure he can. But he... nods very quickly against his beloved.
His... fiancé? ]
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Oh.
Oh!
Oh...
Well, this is as good a time as any to put that ring on Ezell's finger, then, even though his hands are shaking as he does it. After that, he pulls Ezell into his lap and holds him close.
Forgive him if he gets a little weepy, though.]
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I...It's so pretty.
[ His halo and wings have never been brighter than right now. He leans in to press kisses against his cheek, minding his Originium, and doing his best to kiss away Flamebringer's tears. When he speaks, it's through little sobs and hiccups. ]
Y-you're serious... right? Th-this i...isn't a joke? Because I-I won't let you go, you kn-know...
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[Flamebringer rubs Ezell's back in slow circles.]
I never want you to let me go. It's why I planned this whole thing like I did.
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... He doesn't understand. What does Flamebringer see in him that he wants to keep Ezell around?
He picks his head up and gently bonks his forehead to Flamebringer's, squeezing him tighter. ] I-I love you. S...so much. I wish... I could put it into words, but... all I can think right n-now is "I love you, I love you I love y-you"...
...Thank you, Flamebringer.