“Illumi, will you marry me?”
Illumi opened and closed his fists, looked away and breathed his answer so quietly, Hisoka didn’t quite catch what he said.
“What was that?”
“What?” Hisoka was dumbstruck.
“I don’t want to marry you”, Illumi said and took a step forward, towards Hisoka.
“I’ll take the ring, though.”
“I- I don’t understand-”
Illumi held out his hand for Hisoka.
“I don’t want to get married. It doesn’t have to do with you in any way, it’s just… My parents’ relationship got worse and abusive after they married. They once were in love, mother told me. But now- well, you know. Also, in fiction, marriage is often the peak of a relationship and- don’t get me wrong, our life is awesome, but I don’t want this to be the best. Because that would mean that it would just turn bad now.”
Hisoka took out the beautiful ring and put it on Illumi’s ring finger.
“Illumi, the love of my life, will you grow old with me, then?”
Illumi smiled and pulled Hisoka into a kiss.
“Yes, I will”, he breathed.
“I want to buy you a ring, too. Everybody should know we belong to each other.”
“I think they know”; Hisoka chuckled. “But I don’t mind. They had a matching one, let’s take a look at it after the holidays.”
Illumi kissed him on the cheek and nodded. “Now, let’s exchange gifts!”
“I had a hard time searching for this, so you better like it!”, Illumi jokingly said.
Hisoka unwrapped the lighter. Illumi had engraved H.M, Hisoka's initials, in it at the front, the H’s first stroke had a little curlicue which distantly resembled an I.
“Now you’ll always have a lighter with you.” Illumi smiled.
“Thank you, it is very pretty”; Hisoka admired the thoughtfulness of the gift, that Illumi had even remembered to make it weather-proof.
He kissed his lover on the cheek. “Thank you. Here’s your gift.”
The wrapping was sloppy but Illumi didn’t mind. The gift felt soft and didn't make any sound when he lightly shook it.
He unwrapped a plushie. Illumi laughed.
“Is that Killua? I love it!”
Hisoka laughed. “I saw it at Heaven's Arena when I moved out, as a souvenir to buy. I instantly thought of you.”
Illumi laughed and shook his head.
Hisoka shrugged his shoulders and smirked. “I thought of it as a joke, actually, but if you like it… Your real gift is something different though.”
“I- I get two gifts?”
“Of course, darling. You’ll always be spoiled by me!”
“So, where is it?”, Illumi asked excitedly.
Hisoka handed him two sheets of paper and grinned sheepishly.
“A trip to Mora Mora?”
“I thought you needed a break from work and your father and stuff… And, well, Mora Mora is known for its beautiful landscape and you are known for your beauty and I thought you two would fit.”
“I love it, thank you!”
Hisoka placed a sweet kiss on Illumi’s lips.
“Morow Christmas, Illumi”, Hisoka said and cackled.