Alzack x Bisca-I trust you
He briefly stared into her eyes. They were deep pools of beautiful violet. They contrasted with her creamy-white skin so sweetly, that the mere sight of her was almost…awakening. In a nice way of course, because Bisca was nothing but beautiful. Her figure, her personality, her past and her future. Everything.
Bisca casually slipped her hand into his. It was warm and reassuring. But, for some reason, Alzack seemed rather nervous. Not the normal, sweet kind of nervous, but a more serious-nervous.
"Alzack, are you okay? You're not feeling sick or anything' like that?"
The cowboy tried to smile, but obvious worry was plastered onto his face, "Yeah. Just, thinking."
Bisca stopped walking and pulled Alzack down onto the soft grass beside her, "Thinking about what?" she laughed a little, trying to spark a conversation.
Alzack began to pale, "You…and me, Bis. I-I guess."
The green-haired mage started to pick up on his small chunks of the truth. When Alzack tried to hide something...well…he just couldn't. He really couldn't. As hard as he tried, it only ended up looking like he'd just ran a 40km run, sweaty and all. His words would come out in stutters and he wouldn't make much eye-contact, or much sense for that matter. But, through Bisca's eyes, it was extremely adorable, because that was his shy character really starting to shine.
"Al, I trust you."
The dark-haired mage admired the pink and orange sky before even registering what his girlfriend had said.
Bisca closed her eyes for a split second, and then moved her hands up to Alzack's shoulders in order to gain his attention once more, "I trust you. I trust everything you say and do. So, there's no need to hide your feelings. You can tell me."
Alzack's eyes widened before a sweet smile erased the worry and doubts that were once circling his body. A small blush crept onto his face as he realised that this was the woman that he wanted to be with forever.
A small black box still remained hidden under the cowboy's poncho.
"Well," the man began slowly, trying to work up enough courage to ask Bisca the one question every women wants to hear in their lifetime.