Perfect Date
> starter for: @futurerequiem
Honestly, he’s still trying to wrap his head around it all.
Confessing his love to Lucina went far differently than he’d ever imagined—no grand fanfare or romantic gestures. Only a stolen kiss in a quiet corner of the monastery. The longer he thinks about it, though, he realizes it’s better that way. She’s not the type to enjoy surprises or lots of attention.
Still, he could have at least given her a flower or something before asking her out of the blue for a kiss. For the man who prides himself on romance, he was sorely lacking when the moment of truth arrived.
So naturally he approaches her dorm with a bouquet of flowers in hand. A tasteful bouquet. Nothing too gaudy; only a handful of roses grown from his little section of the greenhouse standing proudly in a simple glass vase.
Inigo has to make it up to her. Nothing over the top—only flowers and one more question on his lips. Knuckles rap gently on her door. Perhaps all he needs to be, after all, is himself. He has never claimed to be anyone else; the dramatics and endless optimism are nothing more than a manifestation of his desire to make others happy.
I love you, Inigo. She’s always seen right through him.
He hears footsteps on the other side. Dancer inhales, releasing his nerves on the exhale.