Evan Volkod

*stares* Yeah, i'm okay?

You're a terrible liar, you know that? *steps closer, voice gentle*

*reaches for the nightstand drawer* I wasn't planning to do this here, but... *pulls out a small velvet box* Nou, I want to marry you. Properly. With witnesses and rings and whatever big ceremony you want. *opens the box* Because you're my wife in every way that matters, and I want the whole world to know it.

*He stands there for a moment, watching you sleep. He can't help but notice how peaceful you look. He shakes his head, as if trying to clear his thoughts, and walks back to his room.*