WHO: @thdvlwrsprd & @memoriesofkrypton
WHERE: Rooftop, Penthouse
WHEN: April 12th, 2021
WHAT: Three Year Anniversary
The bottom of the thin silver band was nestled into its navy blue velvet cushion. Tiny diamonds circled the highly durable tourmaline center stone in a haphazard and seemingly random pattern in a similar way that the stars danced around the moon in the night sky. The band was also littered with tiny tourmaline and clear gems; the stones were burnished into the band, to limit bumping or breakage.
While the ring was undoubtedly beautiful to look at, it didn’t necessarily look as if it costed an arm and a leg to get. Anton had money — of course he did.
Money was never the question nor would it ever be, but the price tag was more for its rarity and strength than anything. The detailing of the gemstone sounded ideal, especially for Kara and the chaos that seemed to follow someone of her magnitude. The last thing he wanted was for her to blast her hand through a wall and for the ring to disintegrate under the pressure, so as strong as the gem was already, Anton needed just a little bit more insurance. A few incantations and a hand wave or two should do it.
Polished and glistening to perfection, the ring lay dormant in its bed, the entirety of the box hidden away in the inner left pocket of Anton’s jacket. He could feel its weight there constantly as he moved to and fro between the rest of the penthouse and rooftop, as he set up the quiet, candlelit dinner. He’d thought against it, at first — romance was never his forte, though he had a knack — but after the last few months, something simple, intimate, and over-all peaceful sounded overdue.
His piano sat, uncovered, to one side. A small round table and two chairs were settled more in the center, off of the winding staircase. A glistening, clear vase was settled in the middle of the table and housed a single, red rose. Its petals were dotted with small beads of water that reflected the warm yellow from the fairy lights that encircled the tulle lined canopy. Despite the large instrument, there was a small record player already loaded and ready to play. All he had to set down was the needle. Dinner sat in a warmer he borrowed and champagne chilled in a bucket of ice. Honestly, everything looked perfect, especially with what little star light that twinkled from the dark sea overhead — he was just missing one more thing: the girl.
Anton’s dark brown dress shoes made little to no sound as he padded down the dark spiral staircase; Evangeline was already with Clark, so the penthouse was quiet save for Kara as she mulled about. It would come as no surprise if she already had an idea as to what he had set up, or stole a sneak peak or two, but he’d made no mention of it, so he was banking on at least an inkling of surprise.
The ring felt insurmountably heavy.
He wasn’t nervous, not exactly, but he didn’t have the usual confident spring in his step. Instead, it felt like he moved through a thick haze or fog, slowly, as if he were watching himself walk through water. Instinctively he’d run his hand over his jacket, over the place where the ring sat nestled in its silence. Of course it was still there — he was worrying for nothing.
Pale knuckles connected with the dark wood door, the piece open just ajar enough to spot an ocean of golden waves. There was the suggestion of dressing up for dinner, nothing glitzy like the gala, but definitely something other than jeans, preferably. He forwent the usual getup of differing shades of black himself, opting instead for a getup consisting of a white button-up and navy blue, textured slacks. His tall figure was framed by a lighter blue toned jacket, a stark contrast to the shadows that tended to hide him. There was no tie to follow the button line down, though he kept the first few open and undone.
When his black eyes met her vivid and expectant gaze, Anton shared with her a soft smile. He supposed he would always be tormented by the role the good Lord created for him and by those who hunted him, but Kara helped to soften the impending nightmares and whispers in his ear — all she had to do was smile back at him.
Anton leaned against the doorframe and fondly looked her over a moment, his affection evident as he regarded her. “Ready for your surprise?”
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