Blue Moon
August 19th, 2024. a Blue Moon, but also a Sturgeon Moon. And a Super.
There were many reasons why tonight was special, and those were all good reasons. And truly, the moon’s state was a big reason why he had chosen tonight.
They were in the clearing, just across the river from their home. Esmee was already asleep, Sistina watching over the young wrymling from the living room
it was a chillier night that he had been expecting, but Vatoris was _not_ caught _unawares_…or, at least, not entirely.
Controlled fire balls and a blanket could be _very_ useful for staying warm
“..pass the cocoa”
as well as some _expertly_ made hot chocolate.
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The man chuckled, holding the thermos over to his amatas, his Radcliffe. Shoulder to shoulder, head leaning on Radcliffe’s own, there was a _wonderful_ calm that had settled between them.
He had, of course, asked Radcliffe here as a date. A nice picnic, with _well_ made food. And, of course, a few favorites from the _store_.
There were so many things he was willing to bother with for his loved ones, and dealing with the food from the marketplace that was instant _was_ one of them.
Vatoris watched as warm, brown hands took the thermos and poured himself out some more of the drink. The moonlight helped to illuminate the man beside him, in a luminescence that seemed to fit him.
From bright eyes, to sun kissed skin, to dark hair….he couldn’t imagine any one else being here with him, tonight.
He couldn’t imagine asking this question to any one else ~~again~~
“….Radcliffe”
“Hrm..?”
he took a shaky breath, focusing his red and purple eyes up at the moon
“You and I have been…seeing each other for some time now, yes?”
he could hear the way Rad tapped his fingers on the cup, and nodded
“about 5 or so years now, I think” there was humor in his voice, fond and rumbling as that beautiful head of his leaned to the top of Vatoris’s own
(he didn’t worry about getting poked by Vatoris’s horns. He simply leaned, careful of them but not letting them stop the affection. It was another reason Vat’s heart soared near this man)
“…Indeed” a nod, and he’d slip his hand out from underneath the blanket, palm up, requesting
it only took a few moments for the lovely brown of his ~~husband~~ boyfriend’s hand to settle there
~~_here goes everything_~~
“…I have a question for you.” he started, _willing_ his voice not to _shake _ “….you know that I’ve…I haven’t had much… that is, I’ve had very…”
_he had practiced this so much, where were all of his words!_
“what’s the matter? _le petit bipeur a ta langue?_”
a chuckle, and his tail wrapped around Radcliffe’s waist
“.._not quite_” but she _did_ have the _box_…
“…._I love you_, Radcliffe…” he tried again, and felt the way the man beside him tensed _ever_ so slightly. It was something…they _both_ did. In the beginning, every once and a while
‘love’ was a complicated, foreign thing. But….they had decided to _share_ it.
It had been trial and error. It had been team work and arguments and _patience_.
It had been the gentle hand holding that now graced his knee, those purple and red eyes staring down at them
“…_I love you very much…and I…I’ve a question for you, that has been on my mind for some time.._” admitting it made his cheeks darken with color, the tip of his tail flicking with anxious energy
though, he could feel the side of Rad’s head move. No longer head to head, instead there were warm, chapped lips against his temple
_Radcliffe squeezed his hand_
“…._yeah..?_” was mumbled out…_coaxing_ him
“…._we’ve talked about it…before…_” Vatoris offered, and could _feel_ Rad’s heart skip a beat
~~or maybe that was just his own~~
“…_y-yeah.._” a deep breath, and the man beside him leaned his forehead against Vatoris’s, piercing blue eyes watching him “…._go on then_”
_that was **practically** confirmation…_
but he’d do this _right_
“Radcliffe DuBois…” murmured sweet and softly, Vatoris’s free hand came up to cup his cheek, tilting his head (careful of his own horns) to meet those lips “….._will you do me the **honor**…of allowing me to share the rest of my life with you ….? as your husband…? As **my** husband..?_”
There were so many things the two of them had shared over their long history together. Laughs, tears, shouting matches. A bed, showers, love. Meals, taxes and so on.
This was a mix of tears and laughter. It was a moon, a soft song, and the feeling of warm lips against each others
“Je fais…_vin_” french _and_ elvish, more things they had shared together, Radcliffe’s hands came to cup the sides of his face “…_you can have me, ya’grump.._”
laughter and a grumble came up his chest, ignoring the jab in favor of letting the love _Flood_ from his heart in this moment
“i’ ar ame’ mar…_tu es mon coeur_” was whispered in a breath, before all of it was taken by the warmth of his _fiancee’s_ lips against his own
the world blurred together with tears, however he was _quite_ certain that beautiful blue, sturgeon, super moon had turned _Gold_
there was a few moments of heated shared breath, before Vatoris edged out a laugh
“…_do you still wish to see the ring?_”
there, in that moment, was where laughter was shared between them as well
it was a beautiful night~