#thread: the proposal

[itismissswann]

@norringtxn | for the sinday meme || James brushes a stray lock out of her face, leans in slowly to place a gentle kiss to her neck before whispering in her ear. "I want to marry you, my sweet." Another kiss to the shell of her ear. For once James is feeling brave and daring, he intends to make the most of it. "I want to marry you and make you mine."

Night had fallen fast upon the land. No more than an hour ago the sky was painted with hues of red, orange and pink, but all colour had faded leaving only a mat black canvas with no stars to be looked upon. Frost grew over the windows as the duvet kept them warm. She watched the ice-crystals grow for a while, allowing her brain to be empty, content to exist and be. The morning would bring the beauty of the ice for sure, that crunch under boot and the bold greeting cold air brings. Yet between now and watching her breaths rise as new white-puffed clouds there will be a very cold night. 

She was happy to be in the company of Mr. Norrington. The warmth of his body close to her was very comforting. Her eyes adverted to the the fireplace. It glowed with radiant gold flames. She could watch the flames dance for hours. The stillness of the night, brought easement. They could sit together for hours without talking but be perfectly satisfied with just each others company. 

The gentle tough of his finger against her skin managed to curl her lips, but it was soon replaced with a mixture of disbelieve and astonishment.  ❝James,❞ her voice was barely more than a whisper,  ❝is this an actual proposal?❞  She let the happiness soak right into her bones, hands reaching for his holding on to them as if her life depend on it. ❝You make me the happiest creature in the world... yes, yes.. a thousand times yes❞ 

She had a wild urge to throw her arms around his neck and kiss his passionately, but instead her lips covered his in a long warm kiss that left her short of breath. 

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continued from here with @theacerbicprince

     Lily couldn’t say she had been expecting it in the slightest, she would be lying if she said she did. Lily was a smart woman, usually she knew when someone was keeping secrets around her, especially Severus because she knew him better than anyone else in the world. But, for some odd reason, this was the one secret she hadn’t caught onto before it was revealed. She wondered if perhaps Severus was truly that good at keeping secrets, or if maybe motherhood had made her slightly blind. Either way, she was glad she hadn’t figured it out before it happened, the secret much better revealed as a surprise. 

     When he got up onto his knees she furrowed her brow in confusion, but the moment she saw the small box in his hand, before it was ever even opened, she knew what was going on. How long had he been planning this? When he opened the box and she saw the ring inside, one clearly meant to represent their life that they had built together and the journey they took to get to this point, she thought she felt her heart stop in her chest. She had long since taken off her wedding ring and engagement ring from James, though she kept them in her jewelry box at home and probably always would, but her hand had felt strangely empty ever since she had taken them off. 

     When Lily had agreed to marry James Potter it was a moment of spontaneous energy from them both, both still 7th years at Hogwarts. It was right before graduation and James had made a long and energetic speech about how he didn’t want their time together to end when school ended, that he wanted a life with her outside the castle walls. He spoke of children and a big house near the woods, he promised her a lifetime of happiness if only she said yes. She wondered now, as an adult, how different her life would have been if she hadn’t become Mrs Potter. But she couldn’t say she regretted it, couldn’t say she would trade her short years with James and Harry for anything, just like she wouldn’t trade her time with Severus for anything.

     Lily felt like this proposal, however, hit her somewhere different. Like Severus, she was simple, preferred intimate moments like this to be simple and private. And she found that his short and sweet words that got almost immediately to the point said much more than a speech ever could have. “Severus...” she breathed, her eyes misting up. When James died, she never thought she would be married again, even though she knew James well enough to know that he would want her to live a happy life when he was gone. But ever since Severus had come back into her life, this kind of future seemed so inevitable, so obvious, it was like she had taken every turn in her life just to get to this point.

     As she looked up in his eyes, something warm bloomed in her chest. “Yes,” she breathed, a bright smile growing on her face as her eyes watered with joy. She rose up onto her knees as he had, nodding her head like a bobble head doll. “Yes, yes I will,” she said, the joy too great to contain. She had waited all her life to marry him, if she were honest. And now, that dream could be real. 

[storystartsanew]

Closed Starter: The Proposal

Avalon takes a deep breath and checks over all of her material. She has charts and graphs, all the data she needs to prove that this will work. It’s a good plan, and it’ll help start the way towards independence for those that want it and democracy for everyone. She just has to convince Ben that it’s worth it. 

She double checks her presentation and gathers herself, waiting for the door to open. When she sees Ben walk through, she smiles doing her best to hide her anxiety in a calm professional manner. “Hi, thank you for meeting with me, really.” 

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[latinverbis-archive]

@romxna sent 💖 for your muse to propose to mine. // Accepting

When he was dropped off by one of his employees at the end of the drive, Declan was greeted with the odors of the kitchen wafting his way. It was a pleasant surprise as he hadn't expected Rom to be home until much later.

But at that thought, his stomach dropped out from under him as he nervously bit his lower lip and started forward thinking that she'd been acting rather... odd the past few weeks. In particular when it came to matters of their future together and the little one on the way and the witch couldn't help feel the parallel to how things had gotten right before they'd broken up. Granted, their break up had been sudden and explosive, but their behavior had been... similar.

But, as Declan approached the front door, pulling his keys free, he shoved his doubts into a titanium box, wrapped it chains, and shoved that box into the deepest depths of proverbial ocean of emotion he could shove it into. He'd told Rom he was with her for the long haul... however long that haul was going to be, however long she wanted him. Declan loved Rom. For the love of Hades, he'd taken a bullet for her. Literally. Before he felt at the door for lock, he quickly prayed to Hecate to have faith himself, before inserting his key, unlocking the door and stepping over the threshold to be hit by a more potent wave of whatever Romana was cooking up in the kitchen.

After closing the door behind him, he stood in the entryway a moment just... listening, feeling. It wasn't just the smells of the kitchen, or her. It was the sound of the familiar sound of the house as it shifted and settled, the clatter of a pan, the hum of her voice, the tiny, rapid heartbeat underlying Rom's louder, stronger one. This, this was home. Beyond a doubt and a small smile curved his mouth just as a content sigh fell from his lips.