Looking back, Tartaglia had never been the one to take interest in others. He found weak people detestable while people stronger than him were people he wanted to crush or respect. There never really was a type for him in the romantic kind of way. If people were too clingy, they became annoying, too distant and you don't know somebody at all.
He preferred fighting, be it sparring or to the death. Tartaglia could always see who someone really was behind all their honeyed words and their illusion of an appearance. He never really found anyone to be interesting.
Until he got involved with Lumine. She held no grudges and just accepted him as a person rather than a weapon.
Now, he couldn't imagine a world without Lumine as he rested his head on her lap while she played with his hair and hummed him to sleep like a child.
Tartaglia loved her, and she loved him. No words needed to be said, and that was his favorite part of their relationship. It was also the part he was most scared of losing forever. It was a dangerous world out there...
"Hey, Lumine." He opened his eyes to see her face and the night sky.
"What is it, Tart?" She playfully said, staring back and smooching him on the cheek.
It was time for the moment of truth. He moved from his pillow and got down on one knee. He pulled out a small box, inside is a ring.
"I was thinking, perhaps we could… um," Tartaglia's face grew red, "would you like to… to cross blades with me forever?"
"Wh-What are you trying to say, Tarty?" Lumine said, equally as red.
"Archons damn it, woman. Will you marry me?"
"..."
What did that silence mean? Was he too fast? Did she not like the ri-
"Yes!" Lumine squealed.