Regulus had to admit, for someone that had only negative feelings for marriage, he thought about it a lot. He thought about it a bit too much to be honest. It’s not his fault he sees it, and that his best friends were getting married and that every day he rethought his opinion on it.
This day was just as any other, James was playing the piano, stumbling through a piece as Regulus was reading a book of essays he found in an old second hand bookstore.
Admittedly, he was not paying much attention to the book as he found his gaze drawn to James. The man was playing a short piece, it was new, he had only started learning this one recently. Regulus himself knew how to play bits and pieces but, once he wasn’t forced by his parents, he moved on from playing. He also knew how to play cello better than he knew how to play piano.
Of course a string player would love a pianist, of course a star would love the only star that could be called the sun, of course Regulus would love James.
He loved James ever so much, the explanation would never compare to what he really felt.
James turned the page and the music continued. However, he would have to stop intermittently to peer closer at the notes and realize he messed something up a few measures beforehand and redo the line before.
Today was a day Regulus found himself thinking about marriage again. This perfect moment, James at the piano, a soft lamp light lighting the keys, Regulus in an armchair, crossed legs, book draped carefully over his left leg, as he watched ever so softly.
Regulus did know that his parents' awful marriage played into his opinion, but he found marriage to be pointless, let alone the legal document which was utterly ridiculous. The idea of making vows to forever love someone when there was no way that could happen was just rubbish.
Yet, somewhere in his mind, he knew that it didn’t matter if he and James didn’t stay together forever. They might, they might not, but Regulus knew he would love James for the rest of eternity. No matter how little time they had, it was all that mattered.
James softly laughed at himself as he stumbled terribly on the piece. Regulus just smiled. James liked the idea of marriage.
Regulus spoke softly, “Jamie, darling?”
“Hm?” James turned, taking his hands off the keys. Regulus beckoned him and James smiled as he crossed the living room and joined Regulus in his chair. “I was practicing…”
“I wanted to talk to you.” He smiled at the man, he looked away slightly, “This is rather embarrassing, however, I've rescinded my opinion on something.”
He paused, yes, mostly for dramatic effect. James just appeared to be confused.
“I think,” Regulus started slowly, “I should like to marry you. Someday.” He cursed the fact that his face heated up with embarrassment. It was rather stupid for it to be a big deal, the two of them knew he would marry James if James asked him. To say it out loud like this was, not something he ever thought he’d be doing.
James’ expression broke into a grin, “What?”
“You heard me.” Regulus turned to see James’ expression and blushed further.
“I want to hear you say it again.”
Regulus dropped his head to rest against James’ shoulder. “You’re horrible. But fine… I want to marry you one day. Despite my own opinions on such, since you would like to, I have decided I have been convinced to not hate the idea. So, someday, we will get married.”
“You’re so gay, Reggie.” James gently lifted Regulus’s chin and they stared at each other. Regulus couldn’t help the soft, purely in love, stare that he gave James.
“I know.” He spoke quietly and kissed James’ cheek, “I love you.”
James smiled and kissed his nose, “I love you.”
“Though, I do refuse to have a summer wedding, that’s tacky.”