“………………………………….I think it’s time I cleared some things up…First of all it would be wise to only believe about ten percent of what Rakuras says. He is the kind of person who loves to fuck with peoples heads just to fuck with them. He can’t be taken seriously all the time…”
“Second of all, this is a Multishipping blog. This means that the character on this blog, that’s me…can be paired with and fall in love with different people in different story lines and interactions without them conflicting with one another because they are in different universes.”
“If you would like to approach me as such it’s okay to do so. The jeers between Rakuras and Salem are just playful in character moments so don’t let it scare you. It is rare that anything that happens in different storylines or on the "outside” make it into the canon character profile.“
Rakuras spits out his tea, looking at his earlier jest and the comment as well, looking between Camie and the Anon over and over in viscous disbelief. Certainly he’s considered their future but not quite that far. Children, sure, but not… marriage. No, not yet.
"Um… Kitten… I love you dearly but do you have to explain it so… bluntly? It almost diminshes the time we’ve had and those bittersweet reminders of how long I shall live compared to you.” he says, resolute in tone as he wipes his beard clear of the tea he spat earlier.
It goes without saying that, to those who know him, that his words are only a hint of the discourse running through his mind as he considers the bells, the dressings, her suit and his dress, and all the arrangements that would be necessary for a wedding to occur. It’s almost flooringly staggering considering just how many people he’s need to invite and the amount of transdimensional travel could very likely endanger the stability of the universe they have it on. Woe is he to consider such things after… oh, fuck it.
“But… would you care to tie the knot with me, Camie, and be my endearing and doted over wife until death do us part?”
“…………………….”
“I’m sorry wat-”
He looks at her with a very knowing grin, loving how she’s once more become her favorite fruit in his presence. He can’t help but enjoy teasing her a touch but maybe it’s not the best time, nah?
“You heard me, Kitten.” he says before falling to a knee, pulling free a leash that matches the color of the collar he gave her- a soft, pale blue- and offers it as its partly curled about his hand much like a man should offer an engagement ring. “Will you marry me X-”
From the far, FAR left, a female thigh and the iron-clad pair of foot attached to it collides with Rakuras’ head, punting him a dozen feet sideways before he collides with a wall. The pillowing dust cloud ripples towards Camie before a meek ‘ow’ can be heard from inside it.
“Camie! Camie!” he repeats a few times, noticing his guardian “angel”, Relina, caught him before he said something stupid. As the dust settles, the full-plate angelic is nowhere to be seen and the magus dusts himself off. “Now where were we?”
Returning to his kneeling position in front of her, he returns to offering the leash to his dearest Kitten, nodding to her as he repeats his question in a stern, respectful, and wishful tone. “Will you marry me, Camie?”
And then they got married and lived happily ever after.
who knew i would meet my Husbando on tumblr? :P