[ OKAY. He's-- rubbing the back of his neck one moment, then shaking out his hands the next, then rolling his shoulders, then hopping up and down. All the usual hallmarks of someone trying to shake nervousness out of his system, short of diving face-first into a pool of water.
(Although there is a fountain nearby, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't tempted, at least a little.)
Eventually he wanders his way back and without preamble, he dives right into it again. His voice shakes a little -- which is telling; even at his most nervous, he typically has enough in him to put up a front. With Maya, though, there's no need. She'd see right through it, anyway. ]
Okay, so. You and I have been together a while, which, like I said, is a miracle, and I'm pretty sure Rocket's lost at last fifteen bets by now, which, whatever, screw that guy. But-- I really love you. Like, seriously love you. And it's the scariest fucking thing I've ever experienced, you know? Like, seriously terrifying. Like, the unholy lovechild of Freddy Krueger and Michael Meyers hiding under my bed levels of terrifying, because if you asked me to jump off the top of the Nova Corps HQ, I'd totally do it. If you asked me to make an unsuited spacewalk? No problem. I'd take a million bullets for you. I'd fight a billion dudes for you. Hell, I'd let you phaselock me, if you really wanted to -- not just the regular one, either. The big fwooshy one with the pyrotechnics and acid and shit.
And it's like, I can say that. I could tell you that you've made me a much less shitty person. I could tell you a million times over how I learned it was okay to be honest and okay to be terrified and okay to get attached and okay to love someone so goddamn much it hurts. But at this point I feel like I've said it so much that I'm running out of ways to express it. And I just-- I want you to know that you mean a whole fuckin' lot to me, and you're just-- I just really want you to understand that.
[ Okay, he's starting to run out of steam, and his eyes start wandering, because what the hell does he do now?
Drax told him that his people made their proposals by drawing their own blood, then presenting a knife. A surprisingly symbolic gesture, given how literal his people are. My life is in your hands.
Yondu once told him Centaurians simply asked, then pressed their foreheads together -- I promise. I swear to you.
He casts his memory back and tries to remember the Terran tradition.
Oh. Right. The knee thing.
So Peter kneels down on one knee in front of her, fumbles in his pocket for the small box -- which he promptly drops to the ground before snatching it back up again -- and opens it for her. Inside is a simple ring: a silver, swirling band with a single diamond. ]
I just-- Don't feel obligated, okay? But-- would you, um-- [ He's totally nailing this. ] Will you marry me?
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(Although there is a fountain nearby, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't tempted, at least a little.)
Eventually he wanders his way back and without preamble, he dives right into it again. His voice shakes a little -- which is telling; even at his most nervous, he typically has enough in him to put up a front. With Maya, though, there's no need. She'd see right through it, anyway. ]
Okay, so. You and I have been together a while, which, like I said, is a miracle, and I'm pretty sure Rocket's lost at last fifteen bets by now, which, whatever, screw that guy. But-- I really love you. Like, seriously love you. And it's the scariest fucking thing I've ever experienced, you know? Like, seriously terrifying. Like, the unholy lovechild of Freddy Krueger and Michael Meyers hiding under my bed levels of terrifying, because if you asked me to jump off the top of the Nova Corps HQ, I'd totally do it. If you asked me to make an unsuited spacewalk? No problem. I'd take a million bullets for you. I'd fight a billion dudes for you. Hell, I'd let you phaselock me, if you really wanted to -- not just the regular one, either. The big fwooshy one with the pyrotechnics and acid and shit.
And it's like, I can say that. I could tell you that you've made me a much less shitty person. I could tell you a million times over how I learned it was okay to be honest and okay to be terrified and okay to get attached and okay to love someone so goddamn much it hurts. But at this point I feel like I've said it so much that I'm running out of ways to express it. And I just-- I want you to know that you mean a whole fuckin' lot to me, and you're just-- I just really want you to understand that.
[ Okay, he's starting to run out of steam, and his eyes start wandering, because what the hell does he do now?
Drax told him that his people made their proposals by drawing their own blood, then presenting a knife. A surprisingly symbolic gesture, given how literal his people are. My life is in your hands.
Yondu once told him Centaurians simply asked, then pressed their foreheads together -- I promise. I swear to you.
He casts his memory back and tries to remember the Terran tradition.
Oh. Right. The knee thing.
So Peter kneels down on one knee in front of her, fumbles in his pocket for the small box -- which he promptly drops to the ground before snatching it back up again -- and opens it for her. Inside is a simple ring: a silver, swirling band with a single diamond. ]
I just-- Don't feel obligated, okay? But-- would you, um-- [ He's totally nailing this. ] Will you marry me?