“I don’t mind delving as a team, or alone. But together with you is just the right balance. Someone I trust is watching my back, but I’m still free to move as I like. It’s… liberating. We’ve done it for so long I don’t need to say anything, I just know you’ll be at my side.”
“I certainly don’t mind cooking for you, but I think I’ll pass on trying to fatten you up, or I’ll be the one to get too heavy to climb first. And that’ll just make both of us cranky, no matter how soft and huggable or starvation-proof I get.”
“Ohhh, I’ve got the perfect physique already, do I? Do tell me more how much you like my body, love~” Lyza teases with a laugh as she strikes a swimsuit model pose to flirtaciously show off her curvy but muscular figure well honed by varied athleticism and motherhood alike, shooting a coquettish look at Ozen as she flips her hair back over her shoulder. She was still something of a squat woman with a sort of boxer’s weight to her muscle untrimmed for vanity, but she’d remained rather youthfully feminine over the years if she had to say so herself. “I don’t mind that compliment one bit~”
Lyza’s attempt at humorous deflections don’t do much to lighten the mood however, as the heavy conversation of the future of their romantic entanglement weighs it down. Even as she’d made plans for it in private, and talked around it in hushed words, the reality that marriage was actually something they were capable of going through with still struck her like an Splitjaw’s charge. She takes a deep breath and mumbles through her own pounding, fluttering heart as she tries not to freak out with either panic or giddiness.
“If you.. really mean it. I mean… I really do want that, Ozen… I do want to marry you.. I always have. It’s what I came back for.” She wrings her hands together, fidgeting nervously as she blushes deep red, her thoughts running faster than her words as her heartbeat accelerates. “I have rings, I showed you once before. They’re almost ready… and… I really want to wear a dress, and have a ceremony. Even just a small one…”
“But mostly I just want to be able to call you my wife without hesitation or shame… To be able to tell everyone that I love you…. and that you love me, to be my friend and partner… forever and always… ” She can’t bring herself to ask the question directly. Not without the rings. She needs… she needs the physical reassurance, the grounding factor. But she wants to, so very badly that it hurts. It aches in her bones and in her heart as she covers her eyes with her face so Ozen can’t see her tear up, and leans into her.
“That’s what I want, Ozen…”
Something Ozen hasn’t felt in years stirred within her, something she only ever felt around Lyza - the one person that came into her life and changed her irreversibly. She’d once harboured doubt whether it was a change to treasure, especially on lonely nights where the memory of golden hair stung with loss. However, now, with Lyza in her arms, that doubt was easily cast aside because of how right, how complete this felt.
“Having you by my side as an equal used to surprise me with how intuitive it was. You always seem to know what to do. A look alone is enough.” Ozen murmured, tone entirely unlike her usual hollow, lazy drawl. She spoke gently now, and slowly stroked Lyza’s hair - silken strands she’s always adored.
Lyza’s coy antics from before helped lighten the mood of an otherwise emotionally charged conversation. The aged White Whistle has grown tired of arguments and words carelessly spat like molten fire on raw wounds. She wanted to see Lyza smile, to watch those clear, bright eyes radiate with joy.
“You know exactly how beautiful you are. You don’t need me to point out the obvious.” She teased a little if only to soothe the blonde, a small moment of humour before tackling the main subject at hand. “We’ll have the ceremony you’ve always dreamed of. I’m fine with festive affairs if they make you happy.” Because if they did what Ozen preferred, there wouldn’t be a ceremony, and even an old, jaded grump like herself recognized that was a terrible idea.
“I want to marry you too, and I’m glad you returned. I think I had a...visceral reaction to it because I wasn’t ready to face you. You know how I am with abrupt change outside of delving.” Irritated at best, wrathfully stubborn at worst. “I want to be with you. Forever and always.” She murmured, echoing Lyza’s words. “I will wear the rings you designed with pride.” Hunching forward, she kissed Lyza on the top of her head.
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