This is too soon. Way too fast.
Yet there he was, Glandaron stood before him, a ring in hand, trembling like a leaf before a winter storm. "I love you, Egfor."
All at once, his commitment issues hit him. No one ever stayed long enough, neither did he to be honest, to see this point. Emotions were high for both men, as a few moments prior, Aron announced he had to go back to Esteldin for a little bit. Both of them were running off pure impulse and untamed emotions.
His first instinct was to run away and never look back. He resisted that urge and closed his eyes, finally managing to whisper, "I…. Give me but a moment." He placed his hand over his mouth, fighting back the urge to scream, cry, and run.
This wasn't supposed to happen. Not this soon. We barely know each other. He chose the worst, most unlovable man. We are both broken, shattered, fragments of who we were trying to live life with a false mask on for each other. Remember all the others who said they loved you.
They lied.
This is a trap.
It is going to happen again, just watch.
He was highly considering running when Cat leaned across the table, whispering in his ear, "The fire only goes out if you kick it out." Her voice, and surprisingly wise words, brought Egfor back to his reality, though not calming his panic.
He slowly stood up and moved towards the other man, reaching a hand to caress his cheek, momentarily getting lost in his eyes. He grasps his hands firmly with his own, steeling himself before speaking, "Glandaron… I love you so much already and I… I want to continue to do so."
Egfor pauses, glancing at the man before him. The two shattered and broken men found each other when they needed it. Together, they helped build each other anew, stronger than before. Neither was codependent on the other, instead, they supported each other to the point that they could feel love once more.
Egfor flung his arms around Aron’s neck, locking lips with the man. He smiled into the kiss, feeling tears running down his cheeks. He heard cheers and applause from their friends behind him, but that mattered little to him in this moment, as his priority was Aron.
Aron leaned back, grabbing Egfor’s hand with his own, sliding an elegant ring onto one of his fingers.
It appeared to almost be of Elven make, quite ancient Silver vines twisted around a silver band, dusted with sapphire leaves and flowers. Egfor felt a strange aura around the object, a slight feeling of something being off. He ignored it and dismissed it, glancing up at Aron.
It suddenly hit him what happened. He turned to the table of all his dear friends, yelling out boisterously and cheerfully, “Looks like I am to get wed! Drinks for all, on me!”
If you two were meant to be, your hearts would come together when they deem the time is appropriate.
