Conner's face reddened slightly as Ollie's fingers moved across his skin, wiping the dirt he had - inevitably, it seemed - missed. "Whoops." He mumbled, mild for a moment before bouncing back, holding Ollie's hands in his and intertwining their fingers. There was something here he loved, something about the feeling of hands in his that he had never truly thought about before Ollie. Of course, occasionally the vampire would suggest that Conner was missing out on something, warmer hands and beating hearts and lungs that actually needed oxygen, but that was neither here nor there. The fact remained that all the beating hearts and warm hands and necessary breathing in the world wouldn't equal his love for his vampire, and that those things were just details added onto the whole.
Oliver Darling was what he was in love with, the fact that he was a vampire was neither here nor there.
"No..." Conner adjusted the way he was sitting, so that for once he wasn't lounging backward or looking all too casual. For once in his life it looked like he was holding his own weight, sitting up straight, eyes bright and nervous. "I uh... okay. Hang on, I practiced this." And he had, while he was gardening, gone over the words over and over, trying to figure out what the perfect words were.
"We're from different worlds, Ollie." Was where he started, where he knew he had to start, without that, none of this makes sense. "You are from a time I can only imagine, and read about. I'm from the present, I've been alive only a fraction of the time you have. You're much more reserved, much more conscious of what's around you, and your vision and strength is much more than mine is, for the time being..." He takes a breath, but before the potionmaster could interrupt, the herbologist was talking again. "But... I love you. And you love me, and so all of that doesn't really matter. I mean- it matters, of course it matters- but the fact remains that every part of you is a part I love, even that creature-of-the-night part." He gave a smile, running his knuckles along Ollie's jawline, aware of the way the last rays of sunlight were starting to disappear over the horizon.
"We are different, and that's not a problem, you know? Because we're the same where it counts. We both have hearts and both can love- and that's beautiful. And so, to celebrate that, the way that things are the same and yet beautifully different... Look." He gestured, the last word barely more than a whisper, and as the last ray of sunlight disappeared over the horizon, the garden around them came to life.
The flowers that were beautiful in the daylight transformed, some that seemed to be about the bloom bloomed just then, glowing a variaty of bright colors. The ones closest to them were a deep indigo, but further down, golds and bright scarlets appeared as well, vibrant greens and oranges, with violets scattered throughout. The darker the night became, the brighter the garden grew, until the whole place was brightly lit.
"This is how I feel about you, Ollie." He said softly, breathless with how beautiful it all turned out. "I know I'm not really... good... about talking about how I feel all time, but... it's like this. In the daylight, it's normal looking, beautiful, but not particularly breathtaking, regular. But if you see it in the right light... It's beautiful. Just like this. Just like you." He gave a bright smile, before pressing a kiss to Ollie's hand. His next words were unbelievably shy.
"Do you like it?"