silverwings1986

“(y/n)?” She looked up and was met with a pair of golden and emerald colored orbs. Lysander was kneeling in front of her on one leg. He was looking at her with such worry. “Hey, why are you on the-. Huh? Are you crying?” “No!” (y/n) declared, hiding her face behind her hands, “I’m just sweating from my eyes . . . . .” It didn’t take a genius to know that (y/n) was obviously hiding something. But being the gentleman he was, Lysander didn’t want to press too hard for answers. Instead, he reached out and hugged her close to his chest, earning a squeak of surprise from her. &#