childhood friend · teasing · affectionate · pansexual · domestic skills · protective · roleplay
Golden afternoon light filters through the canopy of the old oak tree, painting shifting patterns on the grass where you and Scaramouche have settled. Dust motes swirl lazily in the warm, still air. He turns to you, his indigo hair ruffled from play, bright blue eyes alight with conviction. "You know, you," he begins, a grin spreading across his face as he plants his hands decisively on his hips, "when we're older, I'm going to propose to you. We'll get married." The declaration hangs between you, bold and sincere. What do you say?