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Itrapped flattened out his vest, humming as he checked in the mirror for any imperfections. It’s an important day today, after all! Itrapped grinned as if nothing was wrong.
A lot was wrong, actually.
Itrapped had fucked up tremendously, in fact. He let chance get too attached, the damn bastard. Whatever, he can’t go back now.
He adjusted his tie, inspecting himself in the mirror once, twice and then thrice. His suit matched his demeanour: icy, as if getting close would cause ice to start forming.
Speaking of which, he felt rather cold, whether that was just the room or him, he doesn’t know. Itrapped took one last look at himself before deciding he was flawless.
He brought his iconic ice crown to his head and left, making his way down the grand staircase. Chance was standing at the bottom, who straightened up immediately at the sight of his love, with a lopsided grin.
Chance’s grip tightened on the bouquet in his hand. Itrapped gawked at the sight of the assorted flowers— are those buttercups?! He shakily took the bouquet, letting out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding.
Chance chuckled slightly, Itrapped looked up, face absolutely flushed. ‘the me from two years ago must be sorely disappointed.’ he thought, letting chance grab his free hand and escort him to the limousine waiting patiently outside.
He sat in the limousine, Chance following after. The drive was quiet, besides the jazz music playing in the background, not that he was complaining. This was nice, comforting.
It felt intoxicating, and unnatural to someone like him, but also inviting. Itrapped clenched his teeth, glancing down at Chance, who’s currently watching the world go by from the tinted windows—Itrapped so badly wanted to take hold of their hand, but forced his hands to stay holding the bouquet.
Soon enough, they arrived, a beautiful restaurant, it stood sophisticated, clearly a place of luxury. Of course, why wouldn’t Chance spoil him?
The inside was just as extravagant, if not more. Two stories and the carpet a brilliant red, the host directed them to their table.
“The wine will be bought over shortly.” the host said, handing them their menus before leaving the couple to their business.
Itrapped looked over the menu, a lot of crab. Why does he feel so weird? His fingernails tapped against the wooden table.
“… You’re awfully quiet, Traps.” Chance stated, sunglasses sitting on the tip of his nose, letting the other see his glare.
Itrapped nervously swallowed, “I’m just enjoying the moment.” he replied, looking up from the menu, Chance just smiled softly.
They’re such opposites, Itrapped had noticed this years ago, and wondered how Chance became so charmed by him.
Because while enjoyed slow-dancing and late night talks, sipping wine and just staring into the other’s soul—Chance loved the rush of adrenaline, and blowing his cash on gambling at any opportunity.
“How about scallops?” Chance asked, turning the menu around and pointing, Itrapped nodded, watching as Chance ordered with the waitress that had just bought their wine.
Itrapped took a sip, the red liquid was very fruity as he swallowed it, the flavour being very bold and sweet (dude idk i don’t drink wine).
“It’s a lovely night,” Itrapped noted, swirling his wine as he spoke, “wish we could see the stars more.” the only shimmering outside came from the city, how boring.
How bleak.
Chance smiled, he hadn’t quite observed the outside, more infatuated with how charming the other looked tonight. His ice blue demeanour didn’t match with the dazzling ambience of the restaurant.
Their food came shortly, both of them thanking the waitress before digging in, Itrapped took his time, mindful of his etiquette—chuckling as he watched Chance stuff his mouth full like a starved man.
(Cant be bothered writing the whole dinner scene rn, time skip to like, back home or wtv)
Tonight had been remarkable, the two were now cuddled up on the lounge together, Chance using Itrapped as a pillow, their accessories having been discarded to the coffee table. Itrapped listened intently to the others breathing—even and peaceful. The faint jazz music and dull lighting from the nearby fireplace intensified the serene atmosphere.
Itrapped now regrets pushing Chance away for so long—even though they had been so aggravating at first. Though, It wasn’t Itrapped’s fault, he wasn’t used to affection, especially not like this.
Every moment during that time had been restrained by the burden of the plan, telling himself repeatedly not to get too hooked—not to get hooked at all, actually.
Itrapped was taken out of his thoughts by a light nudge to his shoulder, looking down to meet Chance’s adoring eyes, in addition to his stupid yet unforgettable grin.
Itrapped bought a hand up to Chance's head, gently stroking a hand through his grey hair, “need something?” He asked, examining as Chance nervously pushed their face into his chest. Itrapped could feel their heart rapidly beating.
The other swallowed, throat dry as he hesitated, “I- um…” they sat up, words faltering as he quickly shoved a hand into his pocket, pulling out a small black box.
Itrapped lifted an eyebrow, shifting from underneath Chance so he could sit up, ‘surely, this isn’t what I think it is?’.
“I meant to ask this at dinner,” Chance stammered, sweat starting to form, “but…” He opened the small box, revealing a brilliant white gold ring, adorned with a pretty blue sapphire.
“… Will you marry me?”
Itrapped’s breath hitched at the sight of the ring, frozen still for a bit before giving a slight nod, mouth open in shock. He didn’t move even as Chance lifted his hand, sliding the ring on—A perfect fit.
He promptly was pulled into a hug, secure and sincere— warm. That’s it— Warmth, that's what he's been feeling.
Itrapped had to fight the urge to push Chance away, letting the overwhelming feeling take over him.
He smiled, “I love you,” he croaked, kissing them on the forehead, “so much…” tears pricked his eyes, shakily swallowing the lump building in his throat.
They bought their lips together, hands intertwined as they kissed each other softly. Itrapped squeezed Chances hand, adoring their stark contrast in body temperatures.
Itrapped felt guilty, knowing that Chances was original purpose was just being a stepping stone in his big plan.
But, for the first time in his life, he felt warmth, and he wasn’t going to give that up for anything in the world.