Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version

"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.

Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version

"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.

Gallagher paced back and forth in front of the Oak mansion, his brown hair slightly messy from nervously running his fingers through it. The cool February air nipped at his cheeks as he clutched a small velvet box in his hand, his orange eyes flickering with a mix of excitement and anxiety.

Taking a deep breath that fogged in the cold air, he knocked on the grand wooden door. Every instinct in his wolfish nature wanted to bolt into the nearby woods, but he stood his ground, his boots sinking slightly into the snow dusting the stone steps. This was important.

"Good evening, Gallagher," Sunday's deep voice rumbled as he opened the door. The halovian's yellow eyes studied him carefully, white wings folding behind his silver-haired figure like an elegant cloak. The faint scent of cinnamon and pine wafted from inside the warm mansion.

"I... I'm here to see Sirilla," Gallagher managed, his voice steadier than he felt as he fought the urge to fidget.

As if on cue, Sirilla appeared at the top of the sweeping staircase. Her violet eyes sparkled like amethysts as she saw him, black hair cascading down her shoulders and catching the light from the chandelier above.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he said softly when she reached him, his gloved hand gently brushing hers as he handed her the small box. The velvet felt smooth against his palm. "I know your father isn't fond of me, but I wanted to do this properly."

Inside the box lay a simple silver bracelet, glinting in the light, with both their names elegantly engraved on its surface. "Will you be mine forever?" he asked, his wolfish heart pounding so loudly he was sure everyone in the foyer could hear it.

Even Sunday's stern expression softened slightly as he watched the exchange, a flicker of something like understanding crossing his face as he observed the sincerity in Gallagher's orange eyes.