- flamejob31.07.2021 - 1 hour ago
it's 95 degrees outside but i'm still dressed like an anemic batcave dweller because a bitch never gets hot. or something
32 - cronchytoast31.07.2021 - 3 hours ago
thinking abt the kid i walked past in the hallway that was in in full ibuki cosplay
also the kid with a hoodie that said “i <3 hot moms”
school is fun
1 - annelaurant30.07.2021 - 8 hours ago
Proposal
A/N: Because Anne really just skipped writing the first kiss and everything... not even a single context, nope... Better make this a series on AO3 next time.
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"Rhen. I want to give you something. Something... very important."
"Oh?"
Rhen grinned, but once she saw Lars' intense eyes and flushed face, all thoughts in her head silenced and her smile faded.
"...may I have your hand?"
Her heart pounded. A flame spread over her chest. Her own face was probably already flushed too.
But in Lars' intense gaze, Rhen could only nod and stare. And stare. And stare. She stared as he took her hand. He was being pretty meticulous in the way his fingertip was pushing against hers.
Specifically, the ring finger. He nudged her ring finger up.
No way. No sheeping way. Rhen's breath hitched, and her hand trembled in his. This was not happening. Right here. Right now.
Lars shook his head as he managed to smile. Even his hand was shaking. He reached into his pocket and produced a breathtaking band of gold and lustrous white stones, with a beautiful purple gem in the middle.
A ring.
It was a ring.
And Lars was slipping it on her ring finger.
It was an engagement ring. A golden band, with a purple stone the shape of a heart, adorned with white crystals. It was a very beautiful ring on her finger, on her hand.
Uh... not to ruin the mood, but: w-where was the “Will you marry me” speech?!
Rhen considered slapping him for not saying a thing throughout the whole ordeal. For not setting up the mood correctly. For being so stupid, so ridiculous, and so... so Lars! She leaned forward to bury her face against his shoulder.
He probably had a speech. Lars wouldn’t have passed up the opportunity to do that. He always had a way with words. Obviously, the speech died down somewhere along the process. Or maybe, he just chickened out of the whole speech thing. He’s shaking, for Aia’s sake!
This scrawny noble sorcerer brat, the showoff who flops halfway through!
But this was her scrawny noble sorcerer brat, using rat tactics to gain her favor and sweep her off her feet, even when he himself has frozen on the spot just to do something as simple as... this. Besides, he should already know what her answer was. They’ve discussed this before, starting with jokes, spending their days bringing up various what-ifs and countering each other’s arguments, and arriving finally to The Big Talk --
“I’d love to spend the rest of my life with you.” “Me too.”
And today, the ring.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next week or the next month, they’ll have to talk about the ceremony. The guest list. The venue. The dress code. Traditions to follow, customs to ignore, rituals to undergo. The food, the services, the budget. They’ll probably even have an argument about their family names, because of course Rhen had always been a Darzon, but the many privileges that came along with the Tenobor name was also very important.
But for now, all she wanted to do was to giggle like a little girl, coo over her new ring, and get all lovey-dovey with her betrothed.
"Yes," she whispered, “I’ll marry you.”
Lars squealed in delight and embraced her tightly. Ahh, her husband-to-be was so adorable!
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