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Thank you my darling Ash!! ;3; What a pleasure to write my bby Cor, not enough love for the Marshall. Hope you enjoy! 💕
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You look out over the balcony, the cool night air sending a shiver down your spine. Truth be told it’s far too cold for you to be out here in your strapless dress, but you couldn’t take another minute of the stuffy atmosphere inside the ballroom. Nobles, diplomats, and Glaives in their suits and dress uniforms, plenty of handsome and eligible men… but the one you most wanted to see is nowhere to be found. You should have figured Cor Leonis wasn’t one for these kinds of formal events, but he’d told you he’d stop by. Three hours into the ball it’d become clear he wouldn’t be showing up. You felt spectacularly foolish–hours of agonizing over hair and makeup, choosing the dress that’d knock him off his feet when you finally made your move… and he’s not here. Of course.

“There you are.” A familiar voice behind you startles you out of your reverie, and when you turn you’re stunned to find the Immortal himself standing before you. Not only has he shown up, but he’s gone all out–he’s dressed in an immaculately fitted tuxedo, his blue eyes accentuated by a deep blue bowtie. You’re in a state of shock–you figured he’d stop by begrudgingly in his usual outfit and you’d stammer out a confession before he awkwardly stuttered out an excuse and left you standing there.

“What are you doing out here dressed like that? It’s cold, you should take my jacket.” Cor is already shrugging out of his tuxedo jacket, but you put your hand  on his arm to stop him.

“Not yet. Please… um…” Your hand lingers on his forearm–he’s so lovely and warm, and you can feel the muscle even through his jacket.

Cor pauses at your request, frowning. “What’s wrong? You’ve been nervous every time we discussed this ball all week. Is something bothering you?”

“I guess you could say that.” You chew your lip, grateful your extended-wear lipstick won’t smudge all over your teeth. Cor’s frown only intensifies.

“Is this about a man? Do I need to have a talk with someone? Just point him out and I’ll set him straight.”

You laugh nervously. “It is, but uh… that’s not necessary. The man is you.”

Cor’s forehead unknits itself, his eyebrows raising. “Pardon?”

You press onward, before your courage deserts you. “I like you, Cor. A lot. Have for a while now. Wanted to tell you here.” You can feel your face growing hot. “Thought I’d ask you to dance, maybe, if you wanted.”

Cor stares at you for what feels like an eternity, before he steps forward, removing his jacket and draping it around your shoulders. It smells like him, a mix of leather, deodorant, and what seems to be a new cologne. You look up at him, breath caught in your throat. His intense gaze softens, the ghost of a smile hovering over his lips.

“Didn’t want you to freeze out here while I figured out how to answer you. I don’t know what a vivacious young woman like you could see in a bitter old man like me, but I’m not foolish enough to turn you down.” He smiles then, reaching out to cup your cheek with one calloused palm. “Truth is I’ve been sweet on you for longer than I ought to admit. Just never thought I’d have a chance with you.” 

You laugh, relief flooding through you. “What are you talking about?! You should have said something! You made me stress about all this for nothing!” 

He laughs too, letting his palm leave your cheek to rest on your neck. He bends down to plant a soft kiss on your lip, a shockingly tender gesture from such a hardened soldier. 

“No more stress. Come on.” He smiles, those intense blue eyes shining with something new. “I believe I owe you a dance.”