May this soul request some more skekUng vibes
Oh, absolutely you may!! For I am The Vibe Dealer!! The Dealer of Vibes!! So naturally you shall receive the best of SkekUng vibes!!
I wound up going absolutely bonkers with this, so a lot of it will be under the cut!! Catch me going nuts with fluff and longning tbh XD
Also!! If any of y’all want some ambient music that sort of matches the vibes I was going for, here you go!!
“What’s all this then, my love?”
You spun around at the sound, your face lighting up in an excited grin as you saw just who had entered the room.
You trotted over to the skeksis in question, smiling up at him and hiding your hands behind your back. He leaned down slightly as you planted a chaste kiss on his cheek, a warm and excited fluttery feeling filling up your chest at the deep little chuckle he gave you in return.
“I’m glad you were actually able to sneak away,” you continued excitedly, bouncing up and down on your heels, “I was worried you wouldn’t come back until late!”
“Of course I was!” He replied, nuzzling into your neck and purring softly and contentedly, “Why would I disregard such a sweet request from my dearest one?”
You giggled at the feeling of his fluff brushing against your skin, bringing one hand up to settle against the side of his face and the other sneakily storing the small item you were holding into the pocket of your outfit. You gently trailed your hand down to the corner of his jaw, lingering there for a moment before planting another soft kiss to his beak and pulling away, smiling cheekily at the wonderfully contented expression that spread across his face.
“Of course, of course,” you chuckled quietly, “I would expect nothing less from you, my love.”
You moved to fiddle with something on a nearby table, SkekUng beginning to unwind and relax in the background behind you. You furrowed your brows slightly as you opened up your downloads on your phone, one of the few things that followed you from Earth to Thra. There really wasn’t much you could do with it anymore, Thra wasn’t exactly known for its cell service after all. But at the very least you still had access to your downloaded photos and music. You sighed slightly at the dangerously low battery percentage, realizing that this would likely be one of, if not the last time you would be able to use it.
‘It’ll be worth it,’ you thought to yourself, shaking your head slightly and opening up the specific song you had chosen for this very night, ‘It’ll be worth it in the end. It has to be.’
SkekUng paused at the soft music that began to play throughout the room, looking up at you as you cleared your throat and moved to stand in front of him, holding out your hand and cocking your head to one side. A nervous smile spread across your face at his obvious confusion, a quiet giggle escaping your lips and your eyes closing as you steeled your nerves.
“Would you do me the honor of a dance, my love?” you asked, trying your best to ignore the slight tremble in your voice.
The short pause between your question and his response felt to you like an entire eternity, the anxiety you had been trying to repress all day rearing its ugly head and clawing at your chest with gnarled and cold hands. The nervous stuttering of your heart almost deafened you as you awaited his answer with baited breath. You had no reason to be so nervous, SkekUng was your lover after all. But you supposed you couldn’t exactly be blamed, either. You were very much in love, and the gnawing fear of losing one of the best relationships you’ve ever been able to cultivate was certainly one you were never able to completely shake.
Your nervous thoughts quickly quieted as you felt SkekUng’s hand gently grasp your own, your glassy eyes flying open to meet his own gaze. You grinned, purposely ignoring the shaking of your hands and the quick jackrabbiting in your chest. He smiled down at you, and you felt your face go red at the expression. He never ceased to surprise you with just how charming he could be sometimes.
“I would be absolutely honored, dearest one.”
His other hand came to rest on the small of your back, gently guiding you further into the room and absentmindedly feeling the fabric of your outfit between his thumb and forefinger. It was one of your favorites, he realized, your go to ensemble for important and fancy events where one needed to dress up. It was one of his favorites, too. He loved the way the fabric fell and draped around you, creating an all around regal appearance that was still entirely you. He found himself questioning why exactly you were so dressed up for him on this particular evening, but your wide and excited grin quickly silenced any doubts he might have had.
The dance was slow and intimate, moreso him holding you close and swaying with you than an actual dance. Sure, SkekUng may have known some ballroom dances, but he was never quite comfortable going beyond slow spins and gentle swaying. You couldn’t help but nestle a little closer into his chest, your eyes closing in contentment and the nervous fluttering of your heart morphing into giddy butterflies. The soft music drifting throughout the room tinted the atmosphere a particular shade of orange that you absolutely adored, the warmth and joy of the moment overwhelming you in its embrace and setting your emotions alight with burning affection for the skeksis that was holding you as close as he could.
A part of you wanted this moment, this dance, to last forever. Just you and the dearest love you had found in the strangest of places holding each other close and sharing in such a romantic gesture.
But there was still something you needed to do.
You stopped in your swaying, pulling away from SkekUng’s gentle grip and taking both his hands in your own. He looked down at you, confused, cocking his head and furrowing his brows in concern. Your grip on his hands tightened slightly as he held yours back. You closed your eyes.
You sucked in a nervous breath through your nose, holding it in for a moment before releasing it in a shuddering sigh. You steeled your nerves and set your will, giving SkekUng’s hands one more squeeze before finally gathering the courage to do what you needed to do.
“Dearest one? Are you...”
He trailed off as you lowered yourself down on one knee, digging through your pocket for the small item you had stashed earlier. Bringing it out into the open revealed it to be a small... box?
SkekUng was more than a little confused at this point, absolutely wracking his brain for what in The Crystal’s name you could be doing. He moved to ask you for some sort of explanation before pausing when you beat him to it, him hanging on to every word you spoke.
“SkekUng, my love,” You rolled your next words carefully in your mouth, testing them to see if they were the ones you wanted. You spoke only when you were satisfied with how they felt, finally allowing them to tumble over your lips.
“Ung, I love you. I love you so, so, so much. I’m constantly grateful that out of every being on this strange planet, you are the one I fell in love with. You mean so very much to me and I....” you gulped, keeping your head down and your eyes closed, nervous to meet the skeksis’ gaze, “I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you, however long that may be.”
You carefully opened the small box you grasped in your hands, finally gathering the guts to look your lover in the eyes as you popped the question you had been wanting to ask for days.
“Ung? Will you do me the honor of letting me spend my life with you? Will you... Will you marry me?”
The whole world seemed to still as the question left your mouth, the music fading out as your phone finally died along with the last chord of the song. SkekUng was well aware of what you were asking, of course. You had told him about human customs such as this. You had also told him just how much trust it took, just how much love must be present in a relationship for marriage to even be considered.
He sucked in a breath, not even realizing he was dropping to his knees before you.
You, his perfect dearest little darling, the love of his long and never ending life, wanted to marry him?
“SkekUng? Are you... are you crying?”
If he was it was the very last thing that mattered to him as he quickly bundled you up in his arms, a quiet and shuddering yes, Thra yes, being his only response. You laughed, a sharp and breathless thing, flinging your arms around him and grinning into the fabric of his robes as your own tears quickly began to spill over.
He was going to be your spouse!!!
Your laughter and tears mixed as you pulled away and cradled his face in your hands, watery eyes meeting his as you peppered kisses all over the skeksis’ face and sputtered out your gratitude. The sheer joy you felt bubbled out from the deepest part of your chest and spilled over into shaky exclamations and warm kisses and caresses.
Neither of you were quite sure how long you held each other for, nor how many tears either of you shed that day. But what you both knew, deep within your chests and branded into the deepest, most intimate parts of your consciousnesses was this single promise:
You would be there for one another no matter what. Through sickness and in health, to have and to hold, long after this day and as far into the future as either of you could see.
The glittering of the silver lockets around both your necks was proof enough of this, the whispered words of praise and love solidifying your shared future in each other’s minds.
And as you studied your lover’s sleep softened face that night, as you listened to the soft purring emanating from his chest and stroked a gentle hand over the bumps and divots of his battle worn face...
You realized that you wouldn’t have it any other way.
