>>16397317>Reaching up, he uses a clawed finger to softly brush a strand of your hair out of your pretty face.>"I fear that... were I to be completely honest... you would not enjoy what I have to say.""But why is that?"
>"I have... never quite met someone like you, Rarity. In fact... I never dreamed I would be so blessed as to meet anyone like you.">You feel a slight lump in your throat."What do you... mean by that, exactly?"
>His mouth opens, but he seems unable to find the words. "Forgive me, I... I have thought about what I might say to you, quite a bit, but I fear that... it is a little premature. I... Well, dragons and by extension, dragonborn, have long, extensive courting procedures, and---""Courting?" you cut him off, pulling away slightly and raising an eyebrow. "Spike, I... I'm honestly flattered, but... I don't... I've never, well... You're a... and I'm a..."
>Is this dragonborn... into you?>How would that even... work?>"I mean no offense," he says quickly, holding up a hand. "I never meant to insult you by insinuating that one such as you would be... interested in one such as I.""Well, wait a moment, I never said that," you reply. "It's just that... You're so different than I..."
>"Please, if I may... I want to tell you how I feel.">Against your better judgment, you allow him to, partially out of genuine curiosity and partially out of flattered fascination.>He takes a deep breath, preparing himself.>"Not in all of my studies... in all the art I beheld... paintings, statues, poems, sonnets... was there ever a beauty such as yours described. Those masterpieces, those great artists who worked so hard to bring their works to life, shaping stone and clay, stroking brushes on canvas, none of them captured even a fraction of the divinity my eyes first beheld upon the palace steps in Canterlot." 