Roseshipping (Pegasus x Cyndia)
"Hold still, Cyndi! I can't get your hair right if you keep moving!"
"I'm trying, I'm trying! My foot is asleep!"
Laughter colored her tones, shaking her shoulders as Pegasus tried again to figure out how to draw the hair laying down her back. He glanced up from his sketchbook to look at his beautiful model. Her blue eyes stared out into the distance as she held the relaxed pose for his half-finished portrait. Her golden hair shifted with the breeze. Sticking out his tongue in concentration, Pegasus lay in a few more pencil strokes to get the hint of wind in his portrait.
"Aren't you done yet?" Cyndia asked, looking at him from the corner of her sparkling, smiling eyes. "Come on, Peggy, I've been sitting here for almost an hour already!"
Pegasus grinned and sketched in the last few lines.
"There," he said, turning the sketchbook to face her. "Done. What do you think?"
Cyndia shifted out of her pose and reached eagerly for the sketchbook. He let her take it, their fingers brushing together as it switched hands. While Cyndia looked gently down at the drawing, Pegasus' eyes were drawn to his model herself. Everything about her was beautiful and perfect. The soft curves of her face, the wrinkles around her eyes when she smiled, her dimples and soft golden ahir, the delicate fingers that traced the page...
His hand dug into the grass, and he swallowed, remembering all of his carefully rehearsed words.
Cyndia sighed and set the sketchbook down in her lap, folding her hands on top of it.
"Perfect, as always, Pegasus," she said. "You're so good. You can even make me look beautiful."
Pegasus took in a breath. Then he reached over and layed his hand on hers.
"An artist only draws what he sees," he said. "You are beautiful, Cyndia."
A pleased shudder when through her at the touching of their hands, and she turned hers over to entwine with his. The breeze blew about them, bringing with it petals and the scent of roses from the gardens below. Suddenly, in the face of her beautiful, expectant expression, he forgot all of the words he had planned, everything. But then he felt the small bulge in his pocket, saw her gentle, waiting eyes, and he had the courage to continue.
"Cyndia...we've known each other for...years," he said. "I...I didn't just ask you up here so I could draw you again."
He hesitated, but she was calm and waiting.
"Cyndia...I...I love you," he said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the box.
As he spoke, he popped open the box to reveal the small, delicate silver ring. Cyndia drew in a breath.
"Oh, Peggy," she said.
"Cyndia, will you marry me?"
Cyndia barely hesitated. She threw her arms around him with a cry of delight, and they both fell over, laughing, into the grass.
"Yes!" she said. "Yes, yes, yes!"
All of the weight on Pegasus' soul flew off, and he hugged her back. They lay on the grass together, still laughing against each other.
"I love you Cyndia," he said.
"We'll be together forever," she said.
Neither of them doubted it.
But it was a lie anyway.
A/N: Poor Pegasus and Cyndia. They must have been so cute together. Next is Rodshipping (Marik x Priest Set).
