Shanzira and (Male)Robin: S Support.

Written from Robin's point of view.

I'm normally much more of a planner than this, I swear.

I do not routinely buy rings for women I think are beautiful on a whimsical thought of "I want to marry her."

And yet, here I am, walking to her tent, to Shanzira's tent, with a ring in my pocket. I'm so far out of my element. I can't think of why, but something tells me that this is the right choice to make, that my future is with her. My past is a mystery to even me, but my present and future are mine to control– and I want to share it with her.

I'm at the tent flap. Do I dare go in? I don't even know what to say. I don't have a plan.

I walk in anyways, like my feet are possessed. My body's controlling itself– that's what it feels like. I'm terrified– I feel as though I can only watch and spectate, like some primal animal is controlling my decisions for me– controlling my future.

I cannot stress how much it scares me.

Her tent does not smell too fair, but compared to the rest of us– we're an army on the march, we all reek– hers smells quite nice– soap, maybe? Parchment, too. A great deal of parchment. Ink... Ink and parchment, and paint too. Art. That's what her tent smells like, art, and it's warm from the furious effort of making it.

"HOLY GODS, ROBIN!" Shit!? What?! What's going on? I startled her? She jumped, at least. She's sitting on her cot, a parchment and hard surface in hand, and both her hands are splattered with ink. "Knock before you come in, I almost had a heart attack. How long were you there?"

"I just came in now," come the smooth words. "My apologies for failing to knock. I'm surprising everyone today, especially myself." Well, that's one way to put it– I feel as though I'm on a wyvern that's desperate to get me off its back.

She sighs– she might be annoyed, frustrated, or just accepting. I can't tell. I just know that it's her voice and it sounds like artwork in the form of a sound. "Well, you're here." Parchment flaps as she puts it away. "What is it, did I goof somewhere?"

Goof? Another word of her peculiar jargon. "If you mean to ask if you made a mistake, no. Not that I've seen. In fact, if anyone's made a mistake here, it's me." What? What am I saying? Why can't I just control myself?!

Oh gods, she just giggled– I ought to be very red at that. "Robin, our amazing tactician, screwing up? You're perfect, you put in so much effort into everything you do and you turn out to be amazing. You have advantages I wish I had. I can't help but be jealous."

Again, the words come unbidden. "I came here without a plan and I don't know what I'm doing. But I want to ask you something, Shanzira. I–"

Why is she hugging me? She's very warm. I feel warm down to my bones. "You were shaking. I think I know what you're going to say, but I'm afraid to guess."

I was shaking? I... I didn't notice. "I'm going to say it anyways. Shanzira... Shanzira Dinrel. I love you with every fiber of my being, enough to walk in without a plan and ask you... if..." It's down to me... How do I finish this? "What I mean to say is... Will you marry me?"

The hug tightens. What does that mean? Is it a yes? What does she mean? Please give me a straight answer!

"Sure." Sure?! "I could do worse... You're a damn sweet man and I'm lucky to know you. I can't say I know what I'm doing, but I've lived my entire life improvising and I can say it's not that bad." HER ENTIRE LIFE?! "I really doubt I'll find a sweeter man than you, because you charmed my heart right out of my chest. I'd ask for it back, but I think it's in good hands."

I'm flabbergasted.

"So... then you'll do it?"

"Hell yeah. You're planning the wedding, I don't plan for shit. Ah, I'll get to wake up beside you every day. I might explode, I'm so happy." Her eyes have been lifted up so much... Gods, I love that smile... I want to make her smile like that every day.

I take her hands in mine. Maybe I can put flesh onto these thin bones here. "Gladly, my love. We'll be married just as soon as this war ends... Nothing to disturb us."

Yoink! There go her hands and AUGH! Tight hug!

"I have no clue what I'm doing, you don't either, but that's okay. If all the world's a stage, we're both actors who shun the script for their own designs."

Author's notes: ... yeah okay i couldn't decide on the line. Eventually I was like 'Shakespeare reference!' I had to dig in my rp tags for this.

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The confession artwork will be on deviantART in a bit.