[ a festive way to say it since it's just the two of them in this room.
or maybe they're the only two on this earth. that's what it feels like, watching yato get something from his jersey and then listening to his small speech. dumb, flailing yato. yato, shining the most bright in this room. too lovely for words, to be real, sometimes. maybe especially now with a goal in mind and with how he looks at her.
get you a god who looks at you like how yato looks at hiyori. he is all those things of dumb and flailing but she's also airhead, bashful hiyori. he takes the champagne from her easily because she's too busy staring at him.
him and his blue eyes. him and his big heart. him and his over-the-topness. him and how could she ever be jealous when she gets this? she had her hoodie twisted in her grip when yato takes her hand and brings it up to her lips. like she did beneath fireworks, she's speechless and staring. staring at him. only him.
a kaiju could attack and she wouldn't know it.
and when he drops to a knee.
he takes the breath from her lungs with him.
it's a beautiful and heartfelt speech. from start to finish, she listened. she just wished she could record it somehow so she could listen to it over and over. or maybe a year from now, they can go back and watch this moment. see the way hiyori's eyes go so round and her cheeks rosy.
it's so yato. just a bit over the top, just a little theatric, but that's him. he's the most honest he's ever been, too. it's
everything. it screams yato and that is enough to make it perfect.
hiyori drops to her knees in front of him, too. at this point, she's not surprised that the ring is perfect like everything else. for the small look she could give it before her attention was drawn back to him. all of her focus is on him. he could have proposed to her at the skating rink. at any of their archery lessons. he could have done it while they were in bed and hiyori was nose deep in his clothes and halfway to dreamland. he could have done it with a damn ringpop.
he could have never done it and she would be happy, as long as she was at his side.
but since he did it this way. since he's waiting for the answer. since he's serious about this and he's put in all this effort and he's pouring it all out to her -
of course she wants to take his heart into her hands and protect it. hold it in the breadth of her palms and shelter it. of course she wants forever, if it's allowed. it probably isn't.
but she'll take what offer there is. what time they're gien. for now, she can cup her hands around his cradling a perfect ring in the middle of a perfect proposal on a special day that no other will be like. not if she has any say in it.
just in case he doesn't know her answer? ]
I will...
[ it's scarcely said louder than her own heartbeat. tears welling up in her eyes and her smile watery, wavering with all the emotions building within her. eternity isn't long enough to express all the love she has for him. for this god.
her god of fortune.
yatogami, the god in the tracksuit. ]
Yes, Yato. I will.
[ she reaches into a little purse she took with her to the party and pulls out her own small, velvet box and opens it up for him with a disbelieving, breathless laugh.
his final gift, too. ]
As long as... as you do me the honor of being my husband...
[ there in the box sits a ring for him. a simple one, harkening back to their tied ema. red threads of destiny. fortune. with an engraving on the inside.
it deserved a long ass tag gomen
or maybe they're the only two on this earth. that's what it feels like, watching yato get something from his jersey and then listening to his small speech. dumb, flailing yato. yato, shining the most bright in this room. too lovely for words, to be real, sometimes. maybe especially now with a goal in mind and with how he looks at her.
get you a god who looks at you like how yato looks at hiyori. he is all those things of dumb and flailing but she's also airhead, bashful hiyori. he takes the champagne from her easily because she's too busy staring at him.
him and his blue eyes. him and his big heart. him and his over-the-topness. him and how could she ever be jealous when she gets this? she had her hoodie twisted in her grip when yato takes her hand and brings it up to her lips. like she did beneath fireworks, she's speechless and staring. staring at him. only him.
a kaiju could attack and she wouldn't know it.
and when he drops to a knee.
he takes the breath from her lungs with him.
it's a beautiful and heartfelt speech. from start to finish, she listened. she just wished she could record it somehow so she could listen to it over and over. or maybe a year from now, they can go back and watch this moment. see the way hiyori's eyes go so round and her cheeks rosy.
it's so yato. just a bit over the top, just a little theatric, but that's him. he's the most honest he's ever been, too. it's
everything. it screams yato and that is enough to make it perfect.
hiyori drops to her knees in front of him, too. at this point, she's not surprised that the ring is perfect like everything else. for the small look she could give it before her attention was drawn back to him. all of her focus is on him. he could have proposed to her at the skating rink. at any of their archery lessons. he could have done it while they were in bed and hiyori was nose deep in his clothes and halfway to dreamland. he could have done it with a damn ringpop.
he could have never done it and she would be happy, as long as she was at his side.
but since he did it this way. since he's waiting for the answer. since he's serious about this and he's put in all this effort and he's pouring it all out to her -
of course she wants to take his heart into her hands and protect it. hold it in the breadth of her palms and shelter it. of course she wants forever, if it's allowed. it probably isn't.
but she'll take what offer there is. what time they're gien. for now, she can cup her hands around his cradling a perfect ring in the middle of a perfect proposal on a special day that no other will be like. not if she has any say in it.
just in case he doesn't know her answer? ]
I will...
[ it's scarcely said louder than her own heartbeat. tears welling up in her eyes and her smile watery, wavering with all the emotions building within her. eternity isn't long enough to express all the love she has for him. for this god.
her god of fortune.
yatogami, the god in the tracksuit. ]
Yes, Yato. I will.
[ she reaches into a little purse she took with her to the party and pulls out her own small, velvet box and opens it up for him with a disbelieving, breathless laugh.
his final gift, too. ]
As long as... as you do me the honor of being my husband...
[ there in the box sits a ring for him. a simple one, harkening back to their tied ema. red threads of destiny. fortune. with an engraving on the inside.
may our fates intertwine ]