send my muse “will you be my valentine?” to see their reaction ! || Still accepting
@deadly-heavens asked: “will you be my valentine?” (Lona to urianger?)
The forwardness of the statement from Fedarlona was surprising, the man taken back by the way she spoke it. However, perhaps it had been more his own doing; she had mumbled something unintelligible before him and when prodded for her to speak up, the words had flung at him faster than anything he could have caught. Slowly the information began to seep in, golden eyes wide upon the woman as she seemed bashful in every other sense.
“Fedarlona.” He spoke out, Urianger’s tone rumbling her name with a gentle tenor. “Prophecies didst not forewarn of such a thing, yet I find myself timely prepared.” Often did he check his cards when it came to the woman, simply to ensure things would go well for her for the day, yet the heavens seemed to keep this development from his sight with glee. However, despite the cryptic nature of his utterance, a smile tugged at his countenance, a hand lifted in gesticulation for her to wait a moment.
Turning, the jewelry on his person softly jingling with the motion, he approached a small desk he often placed his belongings within when researching endless hours within the Rising Stones. A drawer was opened and he procured a small box, sealing the drawer shut and returning to face her, offering out the gift.
“A token of mine affections, and acceptance of thine request.” Urianger confirmed, placing the container within her hands. Within the red wrapping, a metal bookmark within, fashioned with scarlet flowers and glimmering jewels that were akin to the stars upon his breast. “Something to mark our spots within the tomes we share. Mine mind thought to get a matched pair for it, but I fear the goldsmith’s guild is taking time with mine portion.”
Shaking his head, the elezen glanced up towards her, only minutely apprehensive. “Mine hopes lay that thou finds it useful?”
