───𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘.

Surprise[WilburSoot]

I need inspiration :[

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

His hands felt warmer than usual --maybe even a bit clammy, as they rest gently against your eye , the suppressed, bubbling nature of his laughter vibrating against your back and eliciting giggles of your own. Wilbur had surprised you many times before, his gestures varying from small to grand, but covering your eyes had been a first. The anticipation of knowing what he aimed to hide from you was all too overwhelming, very nearly trembling as he guided you across the lawn.

"Wilbur," your voice gives way to your excitement, wavering in the midst of a laugh. "Where are we going?"

"Almost there~" He sing-songs in reply, a grin obvious in his tone.

You can feel the warmth of the sun on your skin, and hear the grass crunching under your feet. In the distance, the sound of birds and trickling water reveals the park's identity and Wilbur makes no effort to deny that fact. Despite being blind, you walk ahead of your long-time lover with the fullest trust, hesitancy vacant from each step and an eagerness beyond measure. Your own hands clasp over his, fingers tightening with the urge to separate them for the tiniest peek of what lies ahead... But Wilbur knows your game. He keeps his fingers tightly closed, and gives you a smile in reward for the mischievous effort , though it's not like you could see it.

Coming to a stop, you realize just how rapid your heart beat has become and how strange Wilbur's silence is. His thumbs move in soft, circular motions against your temples and he pulls you closer against his back. His chin rests against the crook of your shoulder, a placid sigh tickling your skin .

"Wilbur," you called again, "Is something the matter?"

The brunette doesn't answer, and there is a ephemeral moment of panic. Your smile wavers... the only sound is the pond and his breath in your ear. Wilbur holds you a moment longer before his hands finally leave your eyes.

"No," he answers.

He's out of sight, and the vagueness in his answer draws you in. A million questions run through your mind in the half-second it takes you to open your eyes to the place you met, turning only to find him down in the grass on one knee. Instead you gasp, and Wilbur's brilliantly white grin is the biggest it's ever been, white, velvet box in his hand,

"Everything's perfect."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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