He’s got that planning sickness, that’s why he’s generally known what he’ll be doing next, all his life. But since you came in his life, he noticed that he has things about himself that he doesnt has the control of. He’s been acting so out of character; he started doing things he normally wouldn’t. For example, one morning, when you were taking your daily morning stroll, you found him looking at the sea, sitting on the pebbles, all blanked out, with his guard down! And that other time, when he called you for a dinner at the manor, the house -especially the kitchen- was all disorganized; but you know that he wakes up at 5 to clean up his house at least twice per week! Especially when a guest is coming, you know he starts the cleaning up ritual at least two days ago.
That day, early in the morning, you were awakened by a soft knock on your wooden door, to see a mountain of a man trying to figure out if you were still sleeping.
“Good morning..?” He said, with an awkward voice, studying your face carefully.
“Good morning, Ratonhnhaké:ton.” You said, trying to fix your bed head.
“It is nice to hear my name. I’m glad you are bothering to spell.”
“So what’s up?” You said, smiling.
“I was going to ask if you would… Like to take a morning stroll together?” he said, choosing his words carefully.
So you accepted.
First, you went to see if everybody was doing fine, wishing them a nice day. Then, when it was mid-day, you decided to grab some lunch from the docks; settled down by the sea and talked for some time. It was an immense pleasure to be around him. His scent was enough to make you happy. Even though it was rare, his laugh was beautiful. The funny thing is, he thought the same for you, but you did not know that yet.
The day had passed real quick with him around. The sky was already dark, and you could count the stars. You hung around a bit more over the decks, grilling some fresh caught fishes. After that tasty dinner, he asked if you’d like to go to the manor, since he wants to show you something; and so you did.
He showed you a bunch of herbs he had gathered from the forest that he had sun-dried himself. He said that he had amazing tea recipes he learned from his clan mother. He then asked you to choose 3 of those ingredients. You chose the ones that smelled the most beautiful to you.
“Well-chosen.” he said, and you shared a giggle to his impersonation of that British cocky-diplomat accent.
You both climbed up to the roof carrying the herbs and a kettle with boiling water within. You settled down, and he served the tea by adding the water to the cups. You were stargazing, and he took a deep breath;
You looked at those deep and mysterious eyes, tightening your grip around your mug. His intense gaze was making you excited.
“I wanted to tell you something. For a long time. But I do not know if this would be the convenient time.”
“Please go on…?” you said, trying to encourage him, and sound not-excited at the same time. You were actually dying to hear what he had to say.
“Y/N, I…” He took a deep breath, and went on;
“Whenever you appear in my gaze, whenever you step with the poise, the posture only you have, whenever you voice my name, whenever you find me worthy of your beautiful smile, whenever your scent fills every piece of my soul when you pass… I do not know what to do. You paralyse every bodily function I have, and I can not describe the feeling merely as “Excitement”, because it is much more than that. I know it is. You are like a colour I had never seen before, you, and everything about you are indescribable to me… I, my whole being…“
-pauses for a breath-
”…really desires to be your valentine. I want to stand beside you, and support you however you want me to. As you may call it; May I be your… man?“
Look at those shoulders! God, I just want to be under him, my naked body all covered by his… I want to gently stroke his shoulders and leave red scratch marks on his back. I want him to take me in a dark midnight, I want to scream his name…