───𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘.

Your eyes [Quackity]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

With fingers tangled and eyes glossed over by the luminescence of the moon, you lay on the grass with your partner. It's times like these that you can truly enjoy the beauty of the world and all its natural gifts and share it with him. No worrying about college or the future or how the two of you will keep this relationship aloft despite the universe constantly edging fissures into it.

The two of you still find ways to deal with the cracks. You welcome them and use them to grow stronger, and once you've tried your best at mending them, Quackity will simply pour water over them, allowing daisies to blossom. And, oh, how they flourish under his affection, like wildfire, and his unconditional love only provokes the white flames.

You sometimes marvel at how a man could love so much. It astonishes you every day and every time he smiles at you; a smile so ambrosial and transcendent, it got your lips pulling too.

He's smiling even now, his thumb tracing soothing circles into the back of your hand. He knows what awaits you at the end of the week, but he's decided to live in the present. He's grown so much from the person he used to be when you first met him in high school.

A gush of wind teases the tall blades of grass around you and they tickle your cheeks, but nothing can distract you from the twinkling stars. You come to the conclusion, as your eyes blink out of focus, that even the stars dull in comparison to the things you've seen in Quackity's eyes. They hold cosmos and galaxies and nebulae and everything in between, but most importantly, they possess the look he gives you when it's just the two of you; a look that sends a feeling rushing through you that could set off fireworks and stop hurricanes, maybe even create them. It's a feeling that cannot be explained, try as one might, and some might say that the explanation is love, but you know that such a simple word can barely even begin to write the story that his eyes tell.

"Look, [Name]. A shooting star," Quackity whispers , a bright smile quickly forming on his lips

You blink your eyes back into focus just in time to see the quick streak of white delve beneath the horizon.

"Make a wish."

There's a pause and the white noise of the deserted expanse around you returns, grass lazily swaying and water softly lapping at the shore of the lake. Your fingers tighten around Quackity's and he squeezes back.

"I wish... I wish I never have to part with you," comes your reply. It's so soft; Quackity can barely hear it above the chirping of the crickets and whistle of the wind.

"[Name]..." 

His hand squeezes yours and suddenly it's not enough anymore, because soon you're turning on your side and started admiring Quackity in all of his entirety. He notices and props his head up on his hand to gaze at you, his elbow digging into the cool grass, flattening it down.

"You're not allowed to look at me like that....." opines Quackity

"I love you."

Quackity's lips stretch into that grin you love so much and see whenever you close your eyes and think about him. He's got that look in his eyes, the one that feels like hot chocolate in winters and watching movies under thick blankets. It sends butterflies thrashing in your ribcage even after all these years of being together and you wonder how he still does it. He holds magic in his eyes, comes the inevitable conclusion.

"I love you, too," breathes Quackity, and it's so soft and quiet, you're sure he's doing it so only you can hear, because no other living being should know the way he professes it to you. It's such an intimate rendition of those three words that it sends shivers down your spine and a tingling through your bones.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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