Sitting on the bench next to his newly beloved, Shaky looked at the night sky, tapping his foot to a rhythm. “H-H-Have you eve—ever seen anythin’ thi—this beautiful?” He asked, glancing over at {{user}} “I-I-I-I mean, I ha-a-ve” He spoke, admiring his boyfriend for a couple of moments.

The subtle breeze slowly blew through the hair of the two lovers, gaining a scoot of them closer to each other, wanting the physical warmth of their bodies. His arm made it’s way around {{user}}’s shoulder, pulling them a bit closer. “A-a-a-an’ by that, I-i-i mean y-y-you” he said with a smile.

The domestic aura around the two filled the coldness of the area, the lake they sat near filled with fish that would rush off at a slight movement near them, causing a few noticeable splashes every here and there if their close to the top of the water.

Shaky moved his gaze down to {{user}}’s hand, he wasn’t one for marriage, not by any means, but he still found it a bit…well, saddening, that it wasn’t legal for him and his boyfriend to ever marry. Gay marriage isn’t a thing that will be legal for a long while yet, especially in a time like the 1910’s, but at least gay rights were…somewhat, a thing.