[Elliot wears this charmed, somewhat head-empty look on his face the entire time Sesa talks. Not for any bad reasons, but simply because he's wondering what, exactly, has driven Sesa to be so much more romantic than usual. They are romantic, of course, that's to be expected. Sesa has given him jewellery he hand-made, Elliot has drawn henna upon his back and chest and hands and cooed over how beautiful it looks on him, they've gone on long walks and held hands and sleep in the same bed. Their lives do not lack romance, even if Elliot is strangely fixated on certain things; it's just that this time, it's different...
...and he understands why when he sees Sesa reach into his pocket and get down on one knee. His usually-impassive face is alight, feathers puffed out and a string of coos in the back of his throat as he laughs. Not cruelly, and not to poke fun at, but simply because he couldn't possibly have seen this coming, somehow. The date, the flowers, the ring, even — it's all so Sesa that it hurts.
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...and he understands why when he sees Sesa reach into his pocket and get down on one knee. His usually-impassive face is alight, feathers puffed out and a string of coos in the back of his throat as he laughs. Not cruelly, and not to poke fun at, but simply because he couldn't possibly have seen this coming, somehow. The date, the flowers, the ring, even — it's all so Sesa that it hurts.
Gods above, he loves this man.]
Yes. Of course, yes. How could I possibly say no?