DECEMBER 31ST, 11:29PM. Night had blanket upon them, her cool embrace perfected with the prickle of stars that dusted themselves upon her bosom. The moon shined its crescent grin, a perfect illumination that complimented the radiant twinkle of the stars as they lit up the European night beautifully.
Pale hues were focused upon the idyllic scenery before him as cold hands rubbed together, their owner’s breath coming out in icy wisps. Just thirty minutes from now, he would be making the biggest jump in his life. The mere thought of what he was about to do made Leon’s stomach twist, a shock of anxiety shooting through his veins as he played off his trembling fingers as a result of the winter air and nothing else. The box in his bag seemed to glare at him through the thick layer of leather; it felt as if his shuddering heart was becoming compressed! For the past few days, he had been confident about his decision. He guided his love through their vacation with ease, starting from the busy life of London down to the homely atmosphere of Dubrovnik. But now as the final minutes of his plan approached it seemed as though his past fears spontaneously spawned, each doubt weaving into one another to form the perfect noose around his neck. Could he really he do this?
A weary glance was shot at the gondola following besides them, where Makoto and Kyouko had been perched. They were rooting for him, of course. He couldn’t let either of them down nor could he make himself look like an absolute fool.
It was just a proposal, after all.
What was there to be afraid of?
Commitment, a small voice in the back of his head whispered above the soft sounds of the recorded piano, and the possibility of losing what you would have thought was the love of your life. Leon sucked in his bottom lip slightly, his eyebrows furrowing down just at the lightest as a periodic look of unease painted itself on his sharp features. It was almost laughable. How he, the confident and ever-so-boisterous Kuwata Leon, became ridiculously stunted at the simple action of declaring the passion of his love for his boyfriend of more than two years. What was wrong with him? It wasn’t like Byakuya would say no– Right? He wanted this, too.
Giving a gentle cough, the athlete quickly fluttered his eyes closed an recited his speech in his mind once more, his lips ghosting each word echoed within his mind. You’ve got this, Kuwata. There wasn’t anything to be afraid of. Repeating words of reassurance in his mind, the redhead forcefully pulled a grin onto his lips and inched closer to his love.
“Romantic, right?” He inquired, his voice somewhat low as he gave a chuckle, “I was totally not inspired by The Little Mermaid or Tangled or anythin’.” Leon finally pulled a grin, his hands reaching out to grasp the blond’s, “–Feel my hands! Aren’t they super cold?!”
The scenery was something Byakuya regret to only become more and more of a stranger to over time. He really wished he grew up with it instead of being discouraged to stray further and more estranged from it. It was relieving to come back to the city of lights, even better to relive it with Leon.
He didn’t bother waving him down, just walking up to him was more than enough. If it were anyone else standing in front of him, the heir might notice the familiar couple gazing from across the way. But Leon had to do little more than exist to grab his undivided attention.
The lights in the city blurred and anything else seemed to be little more than white noise. Even if it was in an almost out of place nature, the red head’s smile was equivalent to an early sunset. The taller man’s smile was more easy, almost laughing when he grabbed his hands just to show him how freezing they were. “I told you you should’ve worn gloves.”
