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[ for the most part, the lazy morning is exactly what sandalphon expects. it was familiar in the sense that he knew he would take it easy, but unfamiliar due to corrin’s strange absence from their shared bed. he figured he just had an early start, and decides not to stress it too much and slip back into a comfortable sleep.

but then that was ruined by licks and kisses from all the Pokémon in the house. yeah, he should’ve expected it when he off-handedly mentioned his birthday coming up. of course this would happen, because corrin can’t help himself. he was half expecting a party to be waiting for him downstairs due to all the activity from the Pokémon, but that’s farthest from the case. no, the party came to him when that nice breakfast was served, corrin and gabriel grinning from ear to ear. ]

Thank you, both of you… [ pets for gabriel and a kiss for corrin as thanks for their gifts. ] I appreciate it wholeheartedly.

[ with a nod of agreement, he takes his time with the coffee and the pancakes (which were deliciously coffee flavored) as requested, wondering what corrin had in store. ]

( once the kitchen mess is sorted out and Sandalphon's used plate and cutlery have been taken care of, Corrin emerges holding something behind his back. he looks ... nervous. red faced and nervous. )

Um ... Sandalphon? Close your eyes and hold your hands out for me. ( after Sandalphon obliges, the prince places a luxury ball containing the special Applin that he bred into the angel's open hands. ) Okay, you can open them!

( it may seem like a strange gift, being a pokémon and all. but there was a legend that Corrin learnt about which gave him the idea to begin with. he isn't certain if Sandalphon knows of the legend too, but soon enough, he would. )

Go ahead. ( by which he means: release it from the pokéball. )

Edited 2022-10-12 11:09 (UTC)

Alright... [ it causes some eyebrows to raise, but there's nothing really stopping him from actively doing what corrin asked him to... so he holds out his hands, curious as to what he has.

then the familiar weight of a pokeball hits his hands, and he can't help but open them curiously, just seconds before corrin asked him to open. a curious tilt of the head, and he finds himself even more curious. at the prompt to go ahead, he presses the button...

and finds himself with an apple.

....

it wriggles itself awake, blinking blearily at its new surroundings. nice bed... still sleepy. sandalphon can't help but stare as the apple pokemon makes itself a home atop his still-covered-by-bedsheets legs. ]

It's cute. I like it.

( he's relieved and happy that Sandalphon likes the pokémon. but ... there is a bigger question at play here. Corrin swallows his nerves, dropping down to one knee, taking one of Sandalphon's hands into his own. )

I need to tell you what I learned about this Pokémon. ( whew ... deep breaths. ) ... Applin is a Pokémon from the Galar region. By tradition, it is a Pokémon that a person gives to another they love when they want to be with them forever.

( and - what's this? he reaches into his pocket and retrieves a velvet box, which he opens. inside of it is a ring inspired by the very man he is proposing to. yes - proposing. )

When I first arrived in this place, I never imagined I'd meet someone as special as you. You've changed my life and make every day better than the last. I owe so much of my happiness to you, and never want that happiness to go away. For as long as I live, I will always love you.

Sandalphon ... Will you marry me?

[ the kneeling and hand in his made him raise an eyebrow, but he does tighten his grip on corrin’s hand as he explains the reasoning behind the applin.

the knowledge of applin’s lore makes sandalphon’s eyes widen, shock and realization hitting a lot harder than he expected. oh, gods, there was someone who wanted to spend eternity with him? of course, he tries to ignore the obvious limitations of corrin’s body, but that’s thrown out the window when he spots the ring. oh god, oh fuck. his mouth is dry. holy shit there IS someone who wants to stay—

and then the million dollar question. holy fucking shit. sandalphon is red as a tomato and still unable to get anything out of his mouth. god, what exactly does he say— what can he say? he’s silent at first, but he knows he has to say something!! why can’t he say something??? but then he blinks. oh, it’s wet… wait. he reaches up to touch his cheeks. he’s crying.

all he knows is that this? this is the happiest he’s ever been. he nods his head, smiling brightly despite the tears streaming down his face. he doesn’t know why, but all he feels is elation. ]

Yes… I will.

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