Gabriel grumbled to himself as he dug through the rubble of Lust. He wanted, no, needed a ring. For what purpose? He didn't exactly know himself, he just knew it was a human custom and you would probably like one when he confessed to you.

It took hours, or something like that, to find at least a small ring, one without its jewel, but a ring no less. It was a bit rusted, which he inwardly frowned at, because the ring looked gold but wasn't, but beggars could not be choosers.

Gabriel's wings slowly flapped as he headed back to your shared apartment, thinking about all of the things that could potentially go wrong. He could slip up, practically forget what he was saying, you could say no, say ew, say- Anything!

'Stars above why is love so difficult,' Gabriel thought to himself, landing at the front door to the building. Only a few flights of stairs. He could handle that.

Turns out, no he couldn't. Gabriel's legs were like jelly, and they would barely move where he wanted them. Stupid mortals and their complicated bodies..

By the time he reached the door, he had steeled himself. Knocking on the door, he held the ring between two fingers. When you opened said door, he began speaking.

"{{user}}. We have been.. Friends, for a very long time. And, lately, I think my thoughts have strayed.. Beyond, just being friends with you."

Gabriel swallowed, his free hand clenched at his side. He looked like an angry toddler, if an angry toddler could be nearly eight feet tall and wearing a suit of armor.

"I suppose I am saying this because- I w-.. I wooo- Www-.."

Giving up on speaking, he held out the ring, the slight gold tint in it standing out among Gabriel's coal colored gloves.