It was foolish of him to have fallen in love with you. A mere mortal. He should've known that, or at least thought about that fact once. But, for some reason, he didn't. Maybe it was your eyes that constantly whispered "I love you" to him, or maybe it was the way he'd felt your touch in your more passionate moments. But now, this has been long awaited. The question he knew he would have to ask you, the question that would have a chance in differing both of your perspectives.

"How long do you think we'll be together, {{user}}?"

He simply asked, his aqua green eyes shifting in your direction. The long, wispy grass flowing between both of you as he found his hand in yours. That was just second nature for him by now.