but she hopes he understands her answer to that - that she wants it, too. how could it remind her of anything bad? it's yato. except maybe the part where she forgot she could record this, yeah. oops. no time for tech. only time for yato.
when has hiyori done anything all that normal, though? he said he wanted to be surprised, right? here she is, dropped to her knees. surprise. tenjin wouldn't approve of this, at all. he was always so worried about her existing on the far shore. but it's not like that. it's more like yato exists on the near shore. with her.
he's an idiot, though. as if she wasn't already his, forever. hah.
she lets him have a relieved, if hysterical? moment and just smiles at him bashfully, happily over the two boxes they've presented to each other. she had one ready, too. burning a hole in her pockets. like him, she was nervous. it IS more traditional for the guy to propose, but she had this idea to do it at the party. but she got too SHY and there was so much going on. stupid mistletoe.
there were times before that, too. always spontaneous. always when he did something to make her overcome by her feelings for him. nothing ever seemed right, though. and then
this.
she's not the best. she didn't do all this. she didn't set it up. all she wanted in showing him this ring is for him to know she really does want forever. the design etched into it representing that. intertwined. she gives a little shake of her head, holding back the tears as best as she can. for as LONG as she can.
it all falls apart as he slips the ring on. the tiny weight settles there and now she can't help but stare at it and how beautiful it really is. sakura blossoms. her favorite. the tears are pouring down her cheeks when yato lifts her hand to kiss the ring and her finger.
she sniffs. ]
You are everything. I love you as you are. But... but husband is good... it's perfect, it - [ it's all she can get out around how choked up she's getting. through her shaking fingers pluck the ring she picked for him out of the box to slide on his finger, too.
the two of them, this idiot couple, are crying at each other on their knees. rings on their fingers. another chapter to the story - more to come, gods willing. it's yato's final line, so nostalgic, reminding her of how this all started that she launches forward.
arms thrown around him and both of them toppling onto the floor. in balloons and hiyori's bright peal of hiccuping laughter. while laying there in a pile, she picks up yato's hand to look at the ring on his finger again. then uses her hand with its new piece of jewelry to weave their fingers together. ]
You had this planned since this morning, didn't you?
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but she hopes he understands her answer to that - that she wants it, too. how could it remind her of anything bad? it's yato. except maybe the part where she forgot she could record this, yeah. oops. no time for tech. only time for yato.
when has hiyori done anything all that normal, though? he said he wanted to be surprised, right? here she is, dropped to her knees. surprise. tenjin wouldn't approve of this, at all. he was always so worried about her existing on the far shore. but it's not like that. it's more like yato exists on the near shore. with her.
he's an idiot, though. as if she wasn't already his, forever. hah.
she lets him have a relieved, if hysterical? moment and just smiles at him bashfully, happily over the two boxes they've presented to each other. she had one ready, too. burning a hole in her pockets. like him, she was nervous. it IS more traditional for the guy to propose, but she had this idea to do it at the party. but she got too SHY and there was so much going on. stupid mistletoe.
there were times before that, too. always spontaneous. always when he did something to make her overcome by her feelings for him. nothing ever seemed right, though. and then
this.
she's not the best. she didn't do all this. she didn't set it up. all she wanted in showing him this ring is for him to know she really does want forever. the design etched into it representing that. intertwined. she gives a little shake of her head, holding back the tears as best as she can. for as LONG as she can.
it all falls apart as he slips the ring on. the tiny weight settles there and now she can't help but stare at it and how beautiful it really is. sakura blossoms. her favorite. the tears are pouring down her cheeks when yato lifts her hand to kiss the ring and her finger.
she sniffs. ]
You are everything. I love you as you are. But... but husband is good... it's perfect, it - [ it's all she can get out around how choked up she's getting. through her shaking fingers pluck the ring she picked for him out of the box to slide on his finger, too.
the two of them, this idiot couple, are crying at each other on their knees. rings on their fingers. another chapter to the story - more to come, gods willing. it's yato's final line, so nostalgic, reminding her of how this all started that she launches forward.
arms thrown around him and both of them toppling onto the floor. in balloons and hiyori's bright peal of hiccuping laughter. while laying there in a pile, she picks up yato's hand to look at the ring on his finger again. then uses her hand with its new piece of jewelry to weave their fingers together. ]
You had this planned since this morning, didn't you?