𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃. / If she didn't know better, she'd perhaps think she misheard--but Michikatsu does know better. Still, her first reaction is one of concern: they know what the mark is doing to her. "Would you be happy with me--?" She wants to say yes, she wants to say yes and go into his arms, to accept his proposal and be his for the rest of her life. "I only have a few years left; we can't know if I'll have more time. Are you sure you want me?" She wants to say yes, to reach out, so much her hands are trembling. Michikatsu doesn't take her attention away from Doma yet, so worried as she waited for his answer. / @tsukkiakarii
and his sights refuse to waver, and oh, can he see her stagger. she doubts herself, it’s so clear to him —— she’s afraid of the pain she will inevitably cause.
from all his time spent in the cult before running away, he’d known enough about how to read people — and he could see it in her eyes; the fear, the terror, of ripping him apart. she wants to hold him at a distance; not out of any malice, but to save him.
there’s no pause, as he takes her hands in his own, and presses a kiss to her lips; gentle and tender, as if she was made of glass.
“——you’re everything,” he whispers out, “—to me.”
and then, a smile. he usually seemed to be distant from her own self, too —— to stop himself from feeling anything. but right now, he fights it — he fights the fog that threatens to envelop his heart.
he allows himself to feel love, at long last.
“—please, give me this one thing,” he continues, “—i want you to have something, anything, before you go.”
“—and i want to be the person to give it to you,” and then, a repeat, “—please, michi-chan. let’s get married.”
