I think i got my shit together yall! I wrote something! yay!
shoutout to @jaskierswolf for the prompt of Trisskel on holiday - apparently my brain really liked this one!
CW- proposal, stupid romantic shit, i really dont know what else to put here, oh this is unbetaed and all came out in like two hours so dont come for me if theres a typo lol
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Triss stood at the side of the sleek catamaran gracefully carving its way through the crystal clear waters of the Mediterranean taking in the beauty and sense of calm the sound of the waves brought her. She’d been so nervous to take a trip with Eskel, but the whole thing had been absolute paradise. He’d spoiled her the whole time, fancy restaurants, lavish villas, a dinner cruise with just the two of them, even the gorgeous linen dress he insisted she wear on the boat. She’d have chosen it anyway, but the way he laid it out and the look in his eyes as he watched her slip into it was more than enough to keep her stubbornness at bay. Almost as if summoned by her thoughts, he appeared almost out of thin air, pressing his chest to her back and wrapping his arms around her torso, only his hands didn’t grip the flesh on her hips like usual.
She looked down to see him holding out two champagne flutes, one bright purple and one a softer pink.
“Raspberry or Peach?” he asked, humming almost directly into her ear as he proceed to place kisses on her neck and jaw.
Fuck she could get used to this. Maybe she was already a little too used to it, but right then she didn’t care, just plucked the peach drink out of his hand and melted into his embrace, muttering a soft “thank you” before taking a sip. A sense of security like she’d never felt before washed over her as they swayed in time with the gently lapping waves and watched the sunset. Her roommates had told her she’d chosen well (Yennefer emphasizing the fact that she’d be financially set), but it felt different than every other roommate-approved choice she’d made before. Eskel was rambunctious and lively and always ready to stir up shit, but he also made her feel safe. Sure he made her feel beautiful and sexy and smart and gave her space to be independent, but she’d never been so sure of being safe around someone.
Almost reading her mind, Eskel gave her a little squeeze and whispered, “Alright there love?”
It was then Triss realized she forgot to breathe and took a deep shaky breath, “Perfect. I don't think anything could make it better.”
Eskel leaned to the side, giving her a sly grin and brushing her braids behind her ear, “Sure? Nothing?”
Narrowing her eyes, Triss turned to face him, fixing the collar to his crisp white button-up even if it didn’t need fixing and giving him an accusatory quirk of her brow, “Why? What did you plan?”
Plucking the drink from her hand and setting both on the table next to them, Eskel took both her hands in his, kissing her knuckles and spending a little time lingering on the last kiss to her ring finger, “I love you. You know that? An unreasonable amount if I’m honest.”
“I do,” Triss laughed, “You tell me every day.”
He winked, “And I haven’t run you off yet.”
“No,” Triss sighed, taking one of her hands back to cup his jaw and run her thumb over the scars on his cheek, “I love you too much for that.”
“Well thank fuck. That’s going to make this a lot easier,” he breathed, sounding to Triss a lot like when he would try to play off something heavy as a joke and she frowned at his words. He didn’t give her time to get a word in before he kissed her, quick but passionate, and stood back with a slightly wild look in his eye. Triss almost asked if he was okay, but then he moved.
He reached into his pocket as he knelt down and all the air seemed to be sucked from Triss’ lungs. The shock must have shown on her face because he just grinned up at her for a moment, flicking a stray curl from his eyes.
“You’re not.” Triss breathed, one hand coming to her chest and the other covering her mouth as her knees suddenly felt weak and tears welled in her eyes.
“Watch me,” Eskel challenged before holding out the tiny deep green velvet box and popping it open, “Triss Elaina Merigold,” he had to pause to take a breath and Triss thought she might collapse with the anticipation, “Will you marry me?”
When the words finally hit her, the dam broke and she couldn’t keep from crying as she nodded, “Mhm! Yes! Yeah, get it on my finger.”
“Really?” Eskel asked without making a move, a genuine tone of disbelief and wonder cutting under the excitement in his voice.
“Yes! Really!” Triss laughed as she fell to her knees with him and held out her shaking hand.
She didn’t even stop to look at the ring now settled on her finger before pulling her new fiance into a desperate kiss. Nothing at all mattered but him, the way his hand balled into a fist over the small of her back, how he so gently cradled her neck, the slight hint of chambord and champagne on his lips. She wanted to commit absolutely every detail to memory.
When they were forced to part for oxygen, Eskel chuckled in disbelief, eyes still closed as he pressed their foreheads together, “You said yes…”
“Mhm,” Triss hummed, biting her lip to fight the massive smile that just wouldn’t stop, “Now you can’t get rid of me.”
Eskel pressed a chaste kiss to her lips before pulling back with the biggest goofiest grin, “Thank fuck for that.”
