Elliot Knight gazed admiringly at Seymour Smith, who was smiling peacefully at the tranquil view. The pair were wandering relaxedly in a content silence, holding hands lovingly, as they strolled pleasantly on a golden stretch of tickling sand. The rhythmically flowing sea splashed calmly into the shallow shore, serenely spraying foam into the humid air. A warm gradient stole the entire late evening sky, with the soft shadows of fluffy clouds decorating the aesthetically pleasing horizon and merely the lowering orb of waning light completing the stunning scene. The reassuring scent of sea salt was pleasantly accompanied by the gentle sloshing, the light flutter of cool breeze and the distinct, faint chatter of people far, far away.
Seemore felt entirely secure with his precious lover right next to him, the tender breeze delicately grazing his exposed shins. After all, he was just in loose, pastel green shorts, a baby blue t-shirt and some generic flip flops, a surprisingly similar attire to Kyd Wykkyd's manky, dirty, black t-shirt, grey khakis shorts and dark blue flip flops too.
Seymour beamed contentedly up at his taller boyfriend, squeezing his pale hands gently. Elliot smiled back distractedly, his long, black hair, completely down and free, flowing tenderly through the light breeze and in front of his amber eyes. Kyd seemed distant, lost in the pleasing fantasies of his bustling mind. In fact, he had seemed like this for a while now, like he had something big on mind.
Seemore slowly directed their tranquil course to the calm sea, soon eliciting them to be treading through the serene depths of tepid seawater, the tiny grains of golden sand trickling away from between their toes. Seemore curiously gazed up at Kyd, stopping to a small halt, and continued to see Elliot blushing pleasedly, looking dreamily at the far away line where sea met sky. Seymour sighed agogly before dragging him gently to the damp sand and forcing him to sit down tenderly. He leaned in to Kyd's larger side, contentedly feeling Elliot peacefully hugging him closer. Kyd stretched out his pale legs comfortably; Seemore following swiftly. Seymour desperately desired to know what was distracting Elliot this much now- so he delicately pulled on some of Elliot's silky hair. Kyd stiffened surprisedly, snapped abruptly from his dreamy trance, only to see a curious, keen Seemore nestled into his side. He gently placed one of his pale hands along Seymour's blushing cheek, raising his eyebrow expectantly. Seemore tensed eagerly.
"What are you thinking about so much? It must be good, you're blushing and look all dreamy and I really want to know!,"he begged keenly, relaxedly pulling on Elliot's black t-shirt.
"Okay, then. I think you'll like it,"Kyd said clearly.
Seymour beamed anticipatedly and of course allowed Elliot to gently slip off his useful helmet, rendering the smaller boy entirely blind. Kyd tenderly intertwined their hands, smiling wider as Seemore blushed prettily, giggling slightly. Elliot scooted around so soon he was laying tranquilly on his back, gently bringing Seymour along with him. They sucked in the fresh, salty air, muscles untensing, as Kyd tenderly knocked their sides together. A short, relaxed silence delved into the quiet scenery when Elliot finally hummed pleasedly. Immediately, Seemore eagerly felt agog exhilaration spark inside of him, straightening up keenly.
"I was thinking about the future,"Kyd explained serenely,"I was thinking about what could happen."
"I think we could still be thieves, right? If not I guess, you can be a dog trainer and I don't mind being a zookeeper, or-,"Seymour yammered excitedly, only to be interrupted by Elliot delicately pressing a pale finger to his lips.
"No. I didn't mean that, silly,"Kyd laughed lovingly.
Seemore smiled widely, yet also blushily at the glorious sound of his taller boyfriend's sweet laughter, tilting his head to the side curiously as Elliot caressed his face tenderly. Seymour giggled sweetly, leaning closer. Kyd's pale hands eventually finished stroking gently along Seemore's facial features and threading caringly through Seymour's lustrous, thick coils of dark hair. Subsequently, Kyd leaned forwards and lightly kissed Seemore's blushing cheek, eliciting a small, flattered giggle. Elliot sighed relaxedly, staring admiringly at Seymour.
"Honestly, who ever gave you permission to be that pretty, honey?,"he teased playfully.
"Oh shush it, what were you thinking? I wanna know so bad!,"Seemore pleaded impatiently after a charming fit of flustered laughter.
"Fine, love! Well, by future, I mean…. Our relationship,"Kyd hummed pleasantly.
Instantly, Seymour fearfully blanched, stiffening frighteningly with immense, almost overwhelming alarm. What did he mean? Did he desire to break up? Did he desire to downgrade their relationship?
Elliot softened sympathetically and reassuringly hugged Seymour tightly as he whispered lovingly,"I'm talking about marriage."
Seemore gasped surprisedly as he burnt up pleasedly, feeling his already warmed heart swell blissfully to almost a bursting point. Just Elliot Knight slipping a silver ring on his finger… Looking perfect in a black tuxedo... Slow dancing with his beautiful husband… Husband.
Kyd easily deciphered Seemore's delightful thoughts and beamed contentedly, yet also elatedly. He embraced his smaller boyfriend's tightly, caringly feeling Seymour release a hitched breath and snuggle closer, smiling dazedly. Seemore's gentle hands slid up Elliot's willowy chest, up his neck and finally to his blushing face, holding on tenderly. He pulled Kyd closer, so soon their foreheads were pressed together and they shared the same salty air. Seemore closed his unseeing eyes slowly, delightedly feeling Elliot situate his own pale hands on Seymour's skinny waist. Kyd wouldn't just be his precious boyfriend… he would be his husband. Husband. That particular word continually buzzed energetically in his hazy mind. Seemore easily remembered when they initially met… it had originally started as bully to dork, only to then be frenemies, soon friends, later best friends, eventually to crushing, finally to boyfriends and soon… husbands. Seemore's exhilarated heart stopped momentarily, as he sighed relievedly- he was going to ensure that they never ever broke up. After all, they were soulmates and it was obvious.
"Ellie, do you think we can really be married?,"he whispered stunnedly.
"What else would I want to do? I love you, love you so much. I know that we will stay together,"Elliot promised firmly, cradling Seymour to his lissom torso delicately.
"S-same,"Seemore stammered overwhelmedly.
"Wow. You should see these stars, honey,"Kyd murmured satisfiedly after a minutes content silence.
"Really? Lemme see!,"Seymour exclaimed eagerly, shooting up keenly.
Elliot gently slipped on his useful helmet and smiled broadly as Seemore gasped at the sparkling stars scintillating in the darkening sky before him.
The countless constellations would take ages to decipher… but who cared when Elliot Knight was besides him?