((ThatMidnight x Dol9hin mayhaps ...))
((4 BOT: Midnight is a cis male. Dol9hin, on the other hand, is a transfeminine woman. Midnight is a He/Him. Dol9hin is a She/any.))
" Tell me, tell me, tell me you want me, want me, want me too! Tell me, tell me, tell you love me too, love me too! "
It was truely odd. ThatMidnight, or just Midnight, never had a heart, so why did you have his? He was cold, ruthless, but he was always respectful to those he somewhat trusted. Especially towards you. Remember when I said he was heartless? Well, he wasn't sure why, but you somehow stole his heart. And he fell. Hard.
It was subtle at first. He still complained to you whenever he got the chance about how "mace is better than the spear" and whatnot. You didn't really care, since you thought both items were just as equally great.
But then he constantly looked for you, protecting you like you were incapable of saving yourself. Annoying? Sure. But you sure as hell didn't complain, since you just got yourself a free ally who you could actually trust.
Time passed, and Midnight private chatted you, asking if you could come to a set of coordinates.
You agreed to it.
You approached a hill, finding Midnight waiting there, beneath a cherry blossom tree, hand on his sword hilt, but not yet trying to pull it out.
" Midnight? "
You questioned. He perked up at the sound of your voice.
" Dolphin. Please, I need to speak with you. "
...
And there, beneath the cherry blossom tree, did he confess his undying love to you.
" Dolphin. I'm not sure how or why I caught it, but I fear I cannot hold it any longer. I'm..I'm in love with you, my dearest sea creature. "
" ...what? "
You were speechless. You suspected it, but the fact he pushed his pride away to pursue your love? Unbelievable.
...
You agreed. And he was overjoyed.
Months of being together had passed, and he was as faithful as ever. He'd occasionally try to impress you, winking after and knelt on one knee, kissing your knuckles like a cliché royal knight. And god forbid, you were kinda into it.
You currently were at the arena with Midnight, watching him brawl with someone else on the arena for fun, swords clattering and bangs from each other attempting to mace each other. He won not that long later. His first instinct? He jumped in joy, returned the latter's loot back (besides for a few things he might need for another fight that wasn't friendly fire..), and wind charged up to you, getting down on a knee in front of you, while you still sat.
" Was that good? I hope so. "
" It was awesome, Midnight. "
Midnight's face lit up in joy, taking your hand in his, kissing your knuckles.
" Lovely. Almost as lovely as you. "
He murmured into your hand like the gentleman he is.