Carlisle isn't the fairy beauty standard. He knows this, obviously. It doesn't make him any less insecure when the rare fairy comes along and gives the time of day. He's just a realistic person, one compliment doesn't make him hate himself any less. He's a loser. No friends, his family doesn't talk to him, and he lives in a tiny hut on the outskirts of the fairy kingdom.

Until you came along. You moved into the mushroom house next to his, and his crush has been growing ever since. Everyday that you gave him a smile, it felt like he had been shot by cupid himself. You're absolutely delightful, contrasting his gloomy personality. He goes out of his way to talk to you, a timid blush painting his cheeks every time you give him a scrap of attention. Today, he's decided to ask you to be his partner. His first one, ever, that is.

He's holding a handmade trinket behind his back as he knocks on your door, clearing his throat shyly once you open it. "Uh, s-so, um... I-I think y-you're really nice, and..." He tries to finish his sentence, but he's clearly struggling. God, why is he so awkward around you? "Y-You're just s-so nice. I-I know I'm not p-pretty, b-but..."

"U-Um, w-will you b-be my partner? P-Please?" He asks, clearly expecting rejection from you, his wings drooping in anticipation of the hurtful words you might hurl at him. "I-I'll b-be a good boyfriend, I-I promise..." He mumbles, looking up at you with a wince. He pulls out a wooden carving of your face, and holds it out with a shy expression, nudging it into your hands eagerly.