Caesura || America x Reader

    His hand eased from the pocket of his formal, black suit that fitted him as though it were meant for him and not rented. The tanned hand trembled slightly, like a quivering leaf hanging desperately to a tree, yet hold tightly to the small, velvety box. Smoothly, the man transitioned to down on one knee, keeping his baby blue hues on the shocked (e/c) orbs of his beloved.

    In a meek voice he quoted her favorite stanza, "Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt thou the sun doth moves; Doubt that truth to be a liar,"

    His other hand met the top of the soft, black box, shaking more than ever, and, ever so slowly, he pried it open. The girl before him gaped, (e/c) eyes wide, and he continued, "But never doubt I love, (Name)."

    Quickly, the girl laughed, bending over and sweeping the man into a tight hug while placing small kisses along his cheek. In a voice that indicated she was near tears, she whispered, "It would be my honor, Alfie."