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.₊̣̇. 𝘤7𝘰𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 (𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦) 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘯𝘢𝘴 𝘹 .₊̣̇.
That night as almost the exact same as the one where Miles realized he wanted his boyfriend to be his husband. Crickets sang, the moon reached out to her children, and a cool breeze flitted through the air. The only difference that he was not alone, and the person he was with was fully clothed.
They were both too tense to have any fun.
"You're mad at me," Roy finally spoke. The pillows rustled as he turned his head, his eyes straining to see his lover through the shroud of darkness. His tone was serious, as if he genuinely wanted to know what he had done wrong.
"No," Miles responded almost too quickly. He paused, before correcting himself. "Well. Yeah."
The Flame Alchemist to attempt to suck up to him, instead keeping his hands to himself and nodding in understanding. "Okay. Are you comfortable with telling me why?"
The taller one breathed through his nose, a small sigh escaping. He felt defeated, and knew he ha been beaten as he stared into the embrace of darkness. Why hide it at this point?
"I just... don't know why you haven't proposed," Miles admitted. Roy made no movement or noises. Anyone else might have thought he had fallen asleep. "I know that maybe neither of us are really the marriage type, but at the same time... I mean– We've been together longer than Hughes and Gracia and they already have a daughter. I can't help but to think that—"
Miles halted in his tracks when he heard the snorting and uncontrolled chuckles of his insufferable boyfriend. He sensed Roy's arm move, the bed dipping as sat up then stood to his feet.
"I'm not an idiot, Miles," Mustang smiled. di Angelo simply huffed in response.
"Ed and I don't agree with that."
The sound a wooden drawer opening rattled in Miles's head, and he continued to keep his head on his pillow and he heard Roy's feet shuffle around to his side of the bed.
"If you're going to suffocate me with a pillow then hurry up and get it over with," Miles stated with a blank face. He didn't move until Roy grasped blindly for his hand. "You okay, dude?"
"Miles," Roy spoke softly. His knee thudded agains the hardwood floor, and he fumbled with the box in his fingers. "Do you really want to marry a fool like me that badly?"
"I would kind of prefer Riza, actually?" He couldn't help but to joke, but alas not even the cover of the night sky could mask his bright blush. "But you would do."
"Then will you marry me, dummy?"
Miles couldn't see the ring. He couldn't see the man before him. He was blind to everything around him, just as he was blind to what could possibly happen in the future. But he could feel the light touch of his beloved stroking his knuckles, and the sudden warmth that arise in him.
