Sep 21, 2015
"Marry me?" (Post-war, maybe?)
send me one for my muse’s reaction
It was still a wonder to Kemal that they had both lived. The war had been hard, scarring both physically - Kemal’s eye was no longer his only prosthetic - and mentally, and he was was happy to be home, living quietly with Daniel on Mars.
The question came as something of a surprise. He’d only just woken up, arms wrapped around him, when Daniel posed it and he could do nought but stare a few moments before answering.
“Of course, ayım.”