17 & 19 for paulkins <3<3
17. (what senses (sights, smells, feelings, etc) remind them of each other?)
I am very excited abt this one in particular honestly and have taken this as a single sense for both of them SO LET’S DO IT.
Emma notices that certain smells make her think of him. Obviously coffee hits her first. When she starts brewing the first pot of coffee at Beanies in the morning, a smile comes over her. She knows he’ll be by soon and get all red in the face while he tries to keep his shit together and talk to her like he didn’t sleep fully tangled up in her the night before. Then it’s oranges and cloves. He smells like Christmas when he gets out of the shower. She’s browsing the craft store and spins around half expecting to see him behind her, but it’s just a wreath filled with a warm and familiar scent. One day he walks into the coffee shop. Zoey has been giving her shit for weeks over him lingering just a little too long. She mumbles something to herself about him being a fucking sucker, and Emma finds her eye twitching. She pulls him down by his tie and kisses him right then and there. The scent of his laundry detergent swirls around her. For just a moment, she isn’t surrounded by co-workers who were at least a decade younger than she was. Instead, she is enveloped by him. Surrounded by something safe and familiar. Like waking up in his bed and burying her face in his pillows as he carries on about how beautiful he thinks she is. She pulls away, smirks, and hands him his coffee before he walks away with a fully dumbstruck grin on his face.
Paul finds her in just about everything, but there was something almost musical about her. There was a tinkering in her laugh. Like a music box he listened to at his grandmother’s as a little boy. Like a bell that rang loud and proud through the air. He hears Breakfast At Tiffany’s play at the grocery store when he goes after work sometimes. She knows all the words and likes to remind him of that every time she drinks. Loudly singing along with Deep Blue Something with a broad grin on her face. He hums along as he goes through the frozen food section. She loves a good thunderstorm. Despite any argument he made against it, she is certain that they make for the best sleeping weather. He says it’s because she sleeps like a rock. She says that the fact that he doesn’t sleep heavily sounds like a personal problem and he should really try sleeping better with a wry smile before bopping a kiss against his unamused frown. Still, he finds himself smiling into his coffee while he browses Facebook to the soundtrack of a storm gently rolling off in the distance.
19. (if they could each write a single line in their marriage vows, what would it be?)
Paul, my sappy king: “You are the best friend I’ve ever had and the greatest adventure I’ve ever been able to go on.”
Emma, trying to not be a huge sap: “Listen, Paul, I’m really glad you like shitty coffee and didn’t mind all the spit you drank because you’re pretty great.”
Idk if this was supposed to be one-lined vows or if they were supposed to just be a line in there. WHATEVER.
YO THIS IS SO MUCH FUN. I AM HAVING A GOOD TIME.
