[ He-- stares. For a few seconds longer then necessary.
Then he sags with relief when it finally registers that she said yes, because for a second there he thought she would seriously phaselock him out of shock or surprise or something, and that would've been about the most embarrassing thing that could've happened.
(Actually, the most embarrassing thing would've been if she had straight up laughed in his face and said no. He's not sure what he would've done if that had happened. (Cry like a three-year-old with a skinned knee, probably.))
But his grin matches hers, and he laughs a little, despite it all -- a weird, giddy noise that he isn't quite sure he's ever made before or ever will again. And before he knows it, he's slipping the ring on her finger.
(It's not quite right, unfortunately -- just a smidgen too big, but it can be fixed.)
And since he's pretty much barfed out all of the words he could think of in those last few minutes, he skips the thank yous (thank you, thank you, thank you), skips the holy fucking shit, are you for real? You said yes?, skips the I'm the luckiest fucking bastard ever, and goes straight to the kissing.
The kissing, at least, he can manage well enough. ]
[ The ring is a bit too big, but fuck if she actually cares right now, because she's throwing her arms around his shoulders and kissing him back for all she's worth.
She told herself once that she would be fine, no matter what direction their relationship took, and to be honest she never would have expected this of him.
But goddammit, she couldn't be happier. In fact, it's a little hard to keep kissing him, what with the way she's smiling. ]
[ Fuck, goddamn, shit, he really is the happiest he's been in a long time, which is saying a goddamn lot, since he's had a lot of fucking moments of happiness since he met Maya.
He pulls away to take a seat back on the bench, grinning like a friggin' idiot, but who cares. When he takes her hand, he's careful not to mess with the ring. ]
We can get it fixed. [ Yeah, because that's important. ] A guy owes me a favor.
[ He smiles a little, though still unsure. ] Obviously I haven't had to go ring shopping before, you know? I just wanna make sure you really, really love it.
Yeah, I get that. If someone had come up to me, like, a year ago? I would've thrown up from laughing so hard, probably. Or punched the guy on reflex. Either way.
[ -- he shouldn't have mentioned Lilith, because this? This is going to sound really dumb. ]
There's this-- tradition. Terran tradition? Of, um-- don't laugh, okay? Or get pissed. But, okay, there's an Earth thing, where before you propose, you're, like, supposed to-- ask permission? Of the family? Uh, get their blessing kind of thing, so--
I mean, I know Lilith isn't, like, literally-- I mean, she's kind of like your sister, kind of thing? Sort of? I mean, I know it's silly, since the only blessing I really need is yours, seein' as how it's your life, and all, but--
-- it's just this dumb Earth thing and it's dumb, I know, but I figured if I was doing this, I was gonna-- mmf?
[ -- okay. She has a much better idea than he does, he thinks, but that's not difficult, seeing as his plan of action was babble until the cows come home. He can't help laughing again, but he does as directed.
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Then he sags with relief when it finally registers that she said yes, because for a second there he thought she would seriously phaselock him out of shock or surprise or something, and that would've been about the most embarrassing thing that could've happened.
(Actually, the most embarrassing thing would've been if she had straight up laughed in his face and said no. He's not sure what he would've done if that had happened. (Cry like a three-year-old with a skinned knee, probably.))
But his grin matches hers, and he laughs a little, despite it all -- a weird, giddy noise that he isn't quite sure he's ever made before or ever will again. And before he knows it, he's slipping the ring on her finger.
(It's not quite right, unfortunately -- just a smidgen too big, but it can be fixed.)
And since he's pretty much barfed out all of the words he could think of in those last few minutes, he skips the thank yous (thank you, thank you, thank you), skips the holy fucking shit, are you for real? You said yes?, skips the I'm the luckiest fucking bastard ever, and goes straight to the kissing.
The kissing, at least, he can manage well enough. ]
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She told herself once that she would be fine, no matter what direction their relationship took, and to be honest she never would have expected this of him.
But goddammit, she couldn't be happier. In fact, it's a little hard to keep kissing him, what with the way she's smiling. ]
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He pulls away to take a seat back on the bench, grinning like a friggin' idiot, but who cares. When he takes her hand, he's careful not to mess with the ring. ]
We can get it fixed. [ Yeah, because that's important. ] A guy owes me a favor.
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[ she glances at her hand, finally taking a moment to actually look at the ring in question ] It's lovely.
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You sure? I mean, could always get something else. I wasn't sure if-- I mean, I didn't know if you wanted something more--
[ He waves his hand vaguely. He means "extravagant" with the gesture. ]
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I'm glad. Seein' as how I'm hopin' you'll keep it for a while yet.
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... Well, I suppose I'll let this guy of yours resize it, but after that.
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Can't believe you managed to make an honest man out of me.
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Yeah, I get that. If someone had come up to me, like, a year ago? I would've thrown up from laughing so hard, probably. Or punched the guy on reflex. Either way.
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-- And Lilith. She says hi, by the way.
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There's this-- tradition. Terran tradition? Of, um-- don't laugh, okay? Or get pissed. But, okay, there's an Earth thing, where before you propose, you're, like, supposed to-- ask permission? Of the family? Uh, get their blessing kind of thing, so--
I mean, I know Lilith isn't, like, literally-- I mean, she's kind of like your sister, kind of thing? Sort of? I mean, I know it's silly, since the only blessing I really need is yours, seein' as how it's your life, and all, but--
[ He may need to be stopped. ]
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Peter. [ She presses a finger to his lips, effectively telling him to shush. ] Shut up and kiss your fiancee.
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[ -- okay. She has a much better idea than he does, he thinks, but that's not difficult, seeing as his plan of action was babble until the cows come home. He can't help laughing again, but he does as directed.
He's getting pretty good at following orders. ]
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Here she is, kissing the hell out of the love of her life. ]