#proposal drabble

[cricketnationrise]

Week 20: Coffee (1)

for @thebrownstone's drabble event (holy shit 20 weeks!)

“Henry,” Alex begins, shaking. “I cannot say from the very first moment that my heart was irrevocably gone, but it certainly belonged to you sooner than I ever admitted. You have bewitched me, body and soul. I was in the middle before I knew I’d begun. If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.” 

“Well, I’ve never had trouble talking. Austen notwithstanding, for me, love is nothing more complex than you making my coffee with cinnamon every morning. We’ve already made history; how about now, we make a life?”

“Henry, will you marry me?”

[curseofashes]

∞

She remained expressionless for a moment, not sure she had heard him correctly. After a moment, she knew she had, though perhaps she was dreaming instead. Suddenly, her mouth felt dry and her heart raced. Marriage? A few short years ago she would have simply laughed off such a ridiculous concept. But now, sitting here beside Ulkon, it seemed more than possible. It seemed like…fate. 

She could have laughed at notion, it seemed that he had really begun to rub off on her. Instead, she peered up at his nervous, inquisitive expression. “I have never been so strongly drawn to another in my life and I have been a fool to deny it. Call it fate, call it witchcraft, call it the intervention of the Gods themselves. Whatever you like. But I would be honored to spend the rest of my days bound to you.”

With that she placed her hands gently on his face, cupping his cheeks as she leaned up to kiss him.

[yurikomisaki]

Wed me ( u w u )

Dean sat on the motel bed, tying his shoes. He knew Cas was there without even looking up. The angel knelt at the foot of the bed, his hands outstretched with a little black box open. Inside it was a diamond ring. "Cas," he blinked and cleared his throat, "the Hell is this?"

Cas said, "I believe it is customary for humans to offer their significant other a ring as a promise for an eventual union." He stared at Dean's face as if hoping to read his thoughts. Sometimes there were still times when he didn't know how Dean would react.

The hunter put his foot on the floor and leaned over. He sighed and shook his head. "You know you don't have to do this, right?" he asked.

The angel didn't blink. "Dean, please."

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "What? You want to get married? Like wedding bells and doves?" He ran a hand over his face. "So, which one of us wears the white dress? Because I have to tell ya, I'm not exactly sure it's my color."

"Is that a yes?"

"You better not go all girly on me and start planning something with frills and shit," Dean warned. He pulled Cas onto the bed and clapped him on the shoulder, holding him close. "And yeah, you could say that."