Gale closes his eyes, focused equally on the pleasure and on not enjoying
that pleasure too much. "I thought you said wanted to do that after
receiving the contents of the box, so you might die without regrets," he
says, breath fluttery.
He comes around behind her to tuck her chair in for her, ever the
gentleman, except he leans down so that his mouth is so close that it
brushes the shell of her ear.
"After dinner and after the box... Well, maybe we can both die without
regrets, hm?"
He gives her that same look he have the fabric vendor, brown eyes big and
innocent. "Who, me?" His grin skews wicked, full of heated promises, as he
takes his own seat across from her.
Oh gods, what a monster. Absolute evil. She stretches her legs under the table and hooks one ankle with his to keep at least a little contact while they eat her criminally dry chicken.
Maybe it's silly, playing footsie through dinner, but that doesn't stop
them. The chicken isn't any worse than what Gale has had in taverns, and
he's honestly quite proud, telling her so multiple times.
When they're through, he insists on being the one to clear the table,
though mage hand does most of the work.
"Now, I seem to recall we had something planned for after dinner..." He
says, smiling as he teases. A gesture, and the little box appears in his
hands.
"No!" She slaps the box out of his hand on reflex, catches it out of the air in a panic, almost fumbles it, and finally pushes it back into his hand. "Not no, but, wait. Hold on! Hold on."
Harley closes his fingers around the box and drags him out of the kitchen, through the study, and out onto the balcony. She puts her hands on his shoulders, turning him this way and that until they are both in the most flattering light. She quickly fusses with her outfit and her hair, moves a step back, and takes a steadying breath.
Gale reaches for the bouncing box, but her reflexes are quicker than his,
and she has caught it once again and pushed it into his hand before he can
do more than reach for it. He laughs as she pulls him through the tower.
"Are we posing for a painting? It is customary to get down on one knee for
this part, but I don't want to ruin the scene you're arranging," he teases,
drawing it out as long as he's able.
"I just want us." He steps forward, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "I want to build something with you." If anything, he wants to make this a perfect memory for her, as she's likely to live longer than him. He doesn't want her to burden herself for something she perceives as benefiting him. "What would make this a perfect memory for you?"
"You've said you want to do things 'properly' with poetry and candles and a full production."
Harley curls her hands in the front of his shirt and presses soft kisses to the corner of his mouth. Tucking them away like little secrets that he can save for later.
"All I need for this to be perfect is for it to actually happen."
He did do that, didn't he? Poetry and perfection. He was always so
concerned with being impressive, powerful and intelligent and charming,
that it never occured to him that it might be burdensome for anyone else,
that she might feel the need to contribute to the tableau.
"I did, I do, but you are so much more important than any of that." With
the little box in hand again, he takes a step back so that he can drop down
to one knee.
"Yes!" She says it before his knee even touches the ground, and presses her fingers against her grin to hold back any further outbursts. She gestures for him to keep going. She's bouncing on her toes from excitement that can't be held in.
Gale has to purse his lips to pin the grin trying to overtake his expression. This moment deserves at least a modicum of seriousness.
"Harley... you must know how special you are to me. I never expected my salvation to burst into my life so unexpectedly, but in the darkest night of my life, you have been my moon. You have shaken me to my foundations and reminded me why life is worth living. You are the strongest, cleverest, most beautiful person I've ever known. A moment with you could sate me for a lifetime, yet I am greedy enough to now ask for more. I could go on and on forever, of course, and yet... No sonnet could ever really do you justice. A hundred sonnets wouldn't begin to scratch the surface of what I feel. And besides that, I fear you're going to vibrate right off the balcony if I don't get to the point. So for once in my life, let me be brief."
He pauses to take a steeling breath -- mostly just to make her wait for it a moment longer. Slowly, he opens the little box to reveal a ring, grinning up at her as he does.
"I love you more than I've ever loved anyone, mortal or immortal, and you've proven your love for me in more ways than even the greatest mathematicians would dare to count. I wonder, would you do me the very great honor of marrying me?"
He nearly topples to his side, unbalanced on one knee as he is, laughing a
little, but he tangles his limbs up with hers, kissing back eagerly. They
may not have forever, but they do have now, and that can be enough.
"Help me up, please? Or get down here with me. Either way, be still a
moment so I may put this ring on your finger."
She helps him stand, but being still is entirely beyond her. He'll have to get the ring on her hand while she's trying to kiss all the thoughts out of his head. It's an ambitious goal, which will take quite a lot of kissing to accomplish.
Gale has nimble fingers, and somehow, he does manage to get the ring on the
appropriate finger without ever breaking contact. It's a magic trick all on
its own.
That done, he wraps both arms around her, pulling her against him and
devoting all his attention to her ambitions to kiss him senseless.
Harley moves her hands to his hip and guides him while they kiss until he hits the bench, and she can maneuver him into sitting and perch on his lap. Once she has to pause to breathe, she finally gets to look at the ring. She holds out her hand to admire the way it glints off her finger and sighs dreamily.
"Yes," she says again. Just in case he didn't hear her the other four times.
His hands land on her hips, holding her close while he watches her
reaction. "Do you like it? I wasn't sure... We can get a different one, if
you prefer." That's the part he was a little nervous about, never doubting
that she would say yes, but worried he might have picked an ugly ring
without knowing.
"It's perfect." She kisses his cheek. "You're perfect." A kiss to the side of his neck. "This is almost perfect."
She moves his hands away her hips and slips off his lap to sink to her knees between his legs. She bats her eyes up at him and runs her tongue over her lip.
He purses his lips on a smile. "It's incredibly difficult to say no to you, but I suppose you knew that." It's dangerous. It's a bad idea. It isn't worth the risk. He reaches out to cradle her face in his palms. "You have to stop immediately if I say so," he says, "And I should think I deserve the opportunity for reciprocation after?"
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Gale closes his eyes, focused equally on the pleasure and on not enjoying that pleasure too much. "I thought you said wanted to do that after receiving the contents of the box, so you might die without regrets," he says, breath fluttery.
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Cockblocked by her own past self. If only she could go back in time and throttle the bitch. She frowns against his skin and huffs out her irritation.
Slowly, reluctantly, she unwraps herself from around him and takes a proper sit at the table. She's pouting. The full sulk.
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He comes around behind her to tuck her chair in for her, ever the gentleman, except he leans down so that his mouth is so close that it brushes the shell of her ear.
"After dinner and after the box... Well, maybe we can both die without regrets, hm?"
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"I don't care how innocent you act. You are every bit as bad as I am."
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He gives her that same look he have the fabric vendor, brown eyes big and innocent. "Who, me?" His grin skews wicked, full of heated promises, as he takes his own seat across from her.
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Maybe it's silly, playing footsie through dinner, but that doesn't stop them. The chicken isn't any worse than what Gale has had in taverns, and he's honestly quite proud, telling her so multiple times.
When they're through, he insists on being the one to clear the table, though mage hand does most of the work.
"Now, I seem to recall we had something planned for after dinner..." He says, smiling as he teases. A gesture, and the little box appears in his hands.
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Harley closes his fingers around the box and drags him out of the kitchen, through the study, and out onto the balcony. She puts her hands on his shoulders, turning him this way and that until they are both in the most flattering light. She quickly fusses with her outfit and her hair, moves a step back, and takes a steadying breath.
"Okay. Go."
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Gale reaches for the bouncing box, but her reflexes are quicker than his, and she has caught it once again and pushed it into his hand before he can do more than reach for it. He laughs as she pulls him through the tower. "Are we posing for a painting? It is customary to get down on one knee for this part, but I don't want to ruin the scene you're arranging," he teases, drawing it out as long as he's able.
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"I want to make this a perfect memory for you."
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"For me?" He asks, tilting his head a little in her grasp. "Not for us? What about you?"
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"Do you want something else? Something different?"
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Harley curls her hands in the front of his shirt and presses soft kisses to the corner of his mouth. Tucking them away like little secrets that he can save for later.
"All I need for this to be perfect is for it to actually happen."
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He did do that, didn't he? Poetry and perfection. He was always so concerned with being impressive, powerful and intelligent and charming, that it never occured to him that it might be burdensome for anyone else, that she might feel the need to contribute to the tableau.
"I did, I do, but you are so much more important than any of that." With the little box in hand again, he takes a step back so that he can drop down to one knee.
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"Harley... you must know how special you are to me. I never expected my salvation to burst into my life so unexpectedly, but in the darkest night of my life, you have been my moon. You have shaken me to my foundations and reminded me why life is worth living. You are the strongest, cleverest, most beautiful person I've ever known. A moment with you could sate me for a lifetime, yet I am greedy enough to now ask for more. I could go on and on forever, of course, and yet... No sonnet could ever really do you justice. A hundred sonnets wouldn't begin to scratch the surface of what I feel. And besides that, I fear you're going to vibrate right off the balcony if I don't get to the point. So for once in my life, let me be brief."
He pauses to take a steeling breath -- mostly just to make her wait for it a moment longer. Slowly, he opens the little box to reveal a ring, grinning up at her as he does.
"I love you more than I've ever loved anyone, mortal or immortal, and you've proven your love for me in more ways than even the greatest mathematicians would dare to count. I wonder, would you do me the very great honor of marrying me?"
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"Yes!" she says against his lips when she remembers what she's supposed to do. "Yes every day, every moment. Yes forever."
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He nearly topples to his side, unbalanced on one knee as he is, laughing a little, but he tangles his limbs up with hers, kissing back eagerly. They may not have forever, but they do have now, and that can be enough.
"Help me up, please? Or get down here with me. Either way, be still a moment so I may put this ring on your finger."
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Gale has nimble fingers, and somehow, he does manage to get the ring on the appropriate finger without ever breaking contact. It's a magic trick all on its own.
That done, he wraps both arms around her, pulling her against him and devoting all his attention to her ambitions to kiss him senseless.
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"Yes," she says again. Just in case he didn't hear her the other four times.
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His hands land on her hips, holding her close while he watches her reaction. "Do you like it? I wasn't sure... We can get a different one, if you prefer." That's the part he was a little nervous about, never doubting that she would say yes, but worried he might have picked an ugly ring without knowing.
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She moves his hands away her hips and slips off his lap to sink to her knees between his legs. She bats her eyes up at him and runs her tongue over her lip.
"Please? Please, can I?"
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