and we have a winner~
*Malba's smile really can't be brighter, more vibrant or full as he patiently waits for his lover, no, his husband to begin--he notes the tremble of his hands as he shoves the paper back into his pocket, takes Malba's hands into his own. It's okay. Malba's hands are shaking too, and not because of any disease.
Of course, Zelos has no reason to be nervous. Not really. He could say anything in this moment and it would only spread that peaceful warmth flooding the half-demon's frame. His eyes wide and watery--it's, god, it's too much. Zelos' love, his appreciation, his--it's all too much in the best fucking way possible. Those words are more than he could ever hope--ever dream for.
Tears trickle down Malba's warm cheeks, and hey, what do you know. That smile can get wider after all.* F-forever. Forever, Zelos. You're all that and more. You're everything. *he whispers, squeezing those hands holding his own.*