he got down on one knee. a simple gesture that spoke volumes. in his hand was a box. one that he was sure she would recognize instantly. ' ivy . . . '
“ —— lanzo.” breathless and winded was she, name rolling off her tongue with practised ease, mien contorting into shock as she stares. words prior had died off, forgotten and tossed into the abyss as her mind went blank for a split moment, before an overwhelming warmth began to flood throughout her whole body. they’ve talked about it before, bounced the idea around but never truly committing about it. they live together already, though home in her mind is nowhere else but within his arms, and comfort is where they stayed, where their pets were like their children.
often when she rose in the morn, she’d wake to his face. no matter how he looked, endearment bubbles up within her, love spilling over like an overflowing cup. marriage was—— in her eyes, a binding of people, twining their fate together until death to them part. ( as if they both didn’t have the intention, to hell if ivy would let happiness slip through her fingers again— no. this time, she will fight for this, her ownself be damned. ) countless times has he helped her grow as a person, with him did she finally learn how to accept herself— and never before has she loved someone so hard and much.
she tackles him down without a second thought, before the rest of his words could even leave his lips. eyes growing misty as lithe arms wrapped around his neck, body trembling, but not from the cold. pulling away slightly, quivering digits reach to trace over his chiseled jaw like she had a million times before, roseate tiers pressed against his and finding home.
“ —— be my husband, lanzo.”
blakekathryn
snowghoul
vaporwave
gracieabrams
amandla
pixelskylines
yousharknotpass
dailybridgerton
