#adroline

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preparations | adroline

    From a distance, leaning by the door frame, Adrian was watching Caroline while idly toying with the little ring on his finger. In a few months, there will be another -- possibly rock-less, they haven't really picked a design just yet. Although just recently, Bonnie Bennett finally managed to sort out the struggles of a double bond with Adrian's mind, and the ring -- there were three, one for Caroline, one for Jill and one for him -- was an essential tool to keep their minds from meddling with each other, at least for the time being until the bonafide witch figures out a better way to make the entire bond vanish. 

     Adrian yawned. He only had five minutes of nodding off on their couch, and when he deemed to have the perfect slumber on their bed, it was occupied by various things that are not appropriate for sleeping. 

     Magazines. Folders. Clippings. List of people --- the ones that they are planning to invite to the prestigious event. There was some organization there, but it was way beyond his comprehension. He squinted his eyes at a wide piece of paper with boxes and circles and lines and --- oh god, was that a freaking flowchart?

    There was hardly any place to perch on, but he still managed to squeeze himself on a far corner by the headboard, crossing his long legs awkwardly to secure the space. And there she was, possibly not even noticing him walking in.

    "Shine," He called, then bit his lower lip to stifle another yawn, obviously desperate for attention. With that boyish, cheeky smirk on his face, he casually asked, "What if we just elope?"

     If that won't call her attention, then he doesn't know what else would.

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The Exhibit || { Adroline Drabble }

             "Oh my god, have you been drinking?" She asked me, her eyes wide, a finger pointed on my face. I knew she'll figure it out eventually. I simply shrugged. As if I can deny it any longer. 

      "It's your big day, Adrian! How can you possibly--" And there it is, her flaring anger. I flinched in anticipation for all the yelling. Maybe a hit on my arm or anywhere and definitely not in a kinky way. And again I'm thankful that she doesn't have her vampire strength anymore or else I'll be maimed for my very first exhibit. 

      Yes, my very first exhibit. While Caroline was in college, I had to prove that I'm also useful with something that I am actually good at. Art. Don't get me wrong, I had a money-making job. I started out bussing those tables in the Grill and now I'm actually getting better with bartending when I started out here in Lynchburg. Much closer to home. Everyone protested against that, knowing how possible it is for me to go home wasted every single day but really, and ever so proudly, I found my discipline. And so for Caroline, this day has been a little rare. I haven't really drank more than a glass in a while. 

      "Is it that bad again?" She didn't need to elaborate about my usual down episodes due to spirit darkness. 

      I shook my head, "No, of course not. If it is, you'll be the first to know." I chuckled, tapping her temples then placed a quick kiss on her forehead. 

      "Not when you're drunk."

      "Good point. Still. You worry too much."

      "Adi--"

      "Don't." This time, I stopped her with a soft kiss on her lips. She wrinkled her nose, probably unamused by the stench of whiskey. And that was one of the cutest faces that she pulls off, she's so adorable. My smirk earned me another of her annoyed glares. But I can't help it. At that very second, I kinda regretted being drunk because I couldn't see the brilliance surrounding her body, that bright yellow sunshine that always matched her smile, and lightens her up even if there was that annoyed crinkle between her brows. 

      I guess that silencing kiss worked because she didn't ask anymore. Instead she nudged me to get a shower. I was gonna joke about us showering together but her narrowed look already signaled a big fat no. Fine, she's upset with me. And I already expected it. 

      I just hope it's worth it. 

      Seven o'clock sharp and she was already in her cocktail dress her blonde curls bouncing over her shoulders. I can never complain with anything that she wears. Hell, I can never complain even if she wears nothing. She gave me a quick glance as she walked out of our bedroom, high heels clacking against the tiled floor. It was a knowing glance, with her blue eyes squinted, as if she could easily read what I just had in mind.

      Oh shit. I took another sip of that nearly emptied bottle of whiskey. A little desperate, I must admit.

      "Seriously?" She piped with that classic roll of her eyes. 

      "What? I'm nervous." I quivered out, which was 100% true. Except for an entirely different reason. 

      She gave me her most affectionate smile and cupped my cheeks, and everything just got brighter than the indoor lighting of our humble abode. "I'm here. Don't worry." The soft brush of her thumb on my cheek was soothing, I could really kiss her hard right now. But then she's just had her lipstick done. "We're a team, right?"

      I nodded and leaned against her touch. "Right."

      Despite that little romantic glimpse, more squabble came up once we're already in the car. She wasn't pleased to drive in a dress and she made her point known all throughout the journey to the newly refurbished studio. 

      My petty excuse was that all preparations for the exhibit were covered by the sponsor, just so she won't have anything to do with it. And believe me, it was so hard to keep her event-planner self away from it all. Many times, she almost caught glimpse of brochures and color schemes. Especially with this bond, every plan to surprise her just gets totally busted. 

      I wouldn't even be surprised if she knew what's coming. But I guess she's too angry right now to even bother. 

      But it's amazing how her bubbly self instantly took over once there were other people around. She's just so natural, shaking hands, flashing that bright approachable beam and even ushering people fluidly to directions that she only figured out when we hit the reception desk. And here I was already blurting out random rambles in mixed intoxication and nervousness that she had to subtly usher me away from people at some point.

      The entire event wasn't bad at all. I cringe every time they come near any of my paintings, afraid to hear any negative remark but so far I only got a few constructive criticisms. Room for improvement. Recommendation for more workshops and art courses that the sponsor was also willing to cover--or maybe he was just being polite. And gladly, some potential buyers.

      But the best part of it all was that the entire time, Caroline never left my side. She soothed the raging nerves within me with her soft whispers to my ear and the intermittent squeezing of her hand on mine. And before I knew it, the event was coming to an end. 

      I cleared my throat for my final call, after downing that flute of champagne. This time she let go of my hand and again wore that hint of annoyance behind that formal smile of hers. Which was better actually. Especially with what I'm about to say. 

      "Right so, uh..." I stammered, and I could have sworn my heart was about to leap out of my chest. The weight of that little box suddenly became more distinct in the pocket of my slacks. I made my way towards the far end painting, which I made clear that wasn't really for sale but merely for showcase. The little crowd seemed alright with that, and so I didn't waste anymore time and just pulled that silk cloth off and revealed my masterpiece. 

      My first instinct was to squint at any possible mistake that I could find. But I didn't get the chance to search further once the claps already echoed inside the room. 

      It was that painting for Caroline's birthday. Well, a bigger version of it anyway. She's already had the smaller canvas framed in our house. I didn't see any form of surprise on her face since she already find the artwork strongly familiar, but I figured she wasn't expecting this either. Once the claps gradually faded, I finally found my chance to speak, A little twist of lip, a little bite, tongue hitting my cheek, anything to muster the best words that I could say. 

     And I just blanked out. Nothing. All the words I had in mind, all the practicing in front of the mirror were suddenly chucked out of the fucking window. I lost it. The smooth-talker in me suddenly decided to migrate to fucking Jupiter for all I know. Instead, I nudged her to look closer at the painting for my little show and tell. She gave me a narrowed glance, and instantly asked why, the confusion on her face actually quite priceless. While everyone, including me, held our breaths, she still moved closer, trying to shape out the words that were carefully scripted right on top of my signature. 

      The anticipation was magnified by the sudden awwh-ing from the background. Because when she turned around to face me,

          I was already down on one knee. 

******

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"Oh my god. That feels so good."

Send my character things that would be said during sex. They’ll have to come up with an alternate situation for them!

"I know right? Those blankets are 100% cashmere."

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"Well, I guess we’re right under the mistletoe!"

            "Yeah, right after you put it there." 

[ Adrian smiled cheekily, but didn't waste anymore time and pulled her for a soft, loving kiss. ]

      "Not that I'm complaining since I've put another one by the kitchen door."

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Breakfast | Adroline

"Shiiiine.... I'm home. Your breakfast is here!"

"Quick, before it gets cold!"

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All the texting meme symbols because why not. ♥

Send ✆ for a morning text [Future]

[Text] Hannah and I miss you.[Text] Also, you're missing out on a hell of a sleep in, she's not even stirring. I think this has to be a first. 

Send ✉ for a text that wasn’t sent [Future]

[Text] Adrian, I'm- scared. Everyday I wake up praying that you haven't forgotten me overnight. Sometimes I worry that we've been so lucky so far, that it'll just run out and then I won't have you--message deleted- 

Send ☎ for a rushed text [Future]

[Text] Can you pick Hannah up from daycare?[Text] I'm swamped at work. 

Send ☏ for a loving text [Present]

[Text] You have no idea just how excited I am to spend the rest of my life with you.[Text] I've never been so sure on anything in my life than I am with us.[Text] I love you. More than I could probably ever say. 

Send ⁇ for a drunk text [Present]

[Text] Can uoy visiit my dreems tonite?[Text] Mysticc fallz isnt as fun witout youu. 

Send ø for a late night text [Future]

 [Text] You know... Once you put the little monster to bed I was thinking we could have a little mommy-daddy alone time.[Text] And I have a late start tomorrow morning so alone time can go for a few hours.  ;)

Send ✘ for a hateful text [Future]

[Text] Are mutinies still a thing?[Text] Seriously, my boss is a raging bitch and it looks like I'm staying back late again. 

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"Caroline… C-caroline…" He repeated the word slowly and surely as soon as the nurse told him that it was his wife’s name. "Caroline." Again. The therapist smiled at him, handing him the picture of that blonde girl with blue eyes and a captivating smile. “That’s Caroline. She is your wife.” Adrian furrowed his brows, brushing his faint scruff pensively. “She’s beautiful.” He grinned widely, almost child-like despite the age that obviously showed in the mild crinkles on his skin, then faltered as he was stunned by the sudden creak of the door.

"There she is. Say hello." The therapist instructed, eliciting a shy, soft "Hello" from him. He kept his eyes away from hers, stuttering as he tried to let the word sink in his fragile wits. "C-caroline… N-nice, nice to meet you."