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Post by tomi on Jul 28, 2011 19:23:25 GMT -5
Bill smiled at her, leading her to the table as they moved ahead. He dipped his head to the side and chuckled, menally thanking his friend for pulling it off rather well. He knew she had never been much of someone who loved the cheesy romance, no doubt when he asked her to set it up before he left to pick up Rachel, he would be beyond something she would do if she had looked it up first, or asked someone else for advice. Her verison of romantic was more like see a movie and jump into bed. He had to send her thanks and regards later.
He pulled up a chair for her before pouring the wine, keeping the glass on the table as he rested the neck of the bottle on the back of his head to keep it steady. He gave her a stuning grin as he poured them both a wine and moved to sit down . 'I hope you liked it, I've put a lot of thought into it,' he murmured as he picked up the glass delicately between his slim fingers. He swirled the liquid inside, silent for a moment. He had given it a lot of thought- the date itself not as much as the actions he would be doing in a moment or two. It was a silly thought, he never really gave much of a look until a while ago when the wood popped back into his head. To marry. It was an odd word, sometimes meaningless these days- simply because people marry all the time and yet divorce some time later. And mostly he doesn't do divorce.
He visibly stiffened slightly at the question, sudden regret and hesitation lacing into his calm exterior. She was right, he did kill people, that was how he was, a vampire. He needed blood to survive. He had given it thought on what she would do or say when he told her everything- it was a scary thought, a thoughtt hat he suppressed because he feared rejection. He feared her walking away. Forcing his fears away, he chuckled lightly and simply shook his head, honestly at a loss for words- he couldn't lie, but he won't tell the truth either- she wouldn't like that. It was just a guess, but he assumed that it was ruin the mood. Protection was no longer a problem, he, without a doubt would change her once she knew everything, they were wedded and she accepted him into her life. He wans't going to keep her human- they could live forever if she's got the time, and he could give to her. Forever.
After pouring her another glass of wine, he cleared his throat. 'Actually, there is something behind all of this,' he admitted, like he wasn't obvious- their dates were never cheap and often he pampered her, but still this one was less expensive and had much more meaning behind it. 'I wanted to ask you something,' he started slowly, standing up and making his way over to her.
Suddenly, he remembered- before sat not Rachel, but his old fiance- Rochelle, telling him she was ready for them to marry- and that they would be happy together. He remembered her smiling at him, dimples appearing on her face at the move as she blinked a few times and held out her hand- the last time he saw her she was walking away and he was following her into the bedroom- not before she shut the door in his face and told him she had a wedding dress to try on- giving him a wink before the click, followed by silence. He blinked a few times- the last images of seeing her when he was human fading away- things were so different, and yet times today, it was just as complicated, but for different reasons. The last time he intended to marry, it didn't end well, what fate did Rachel and his face? Right, last time it was a vampire and this time it was a shifter.
Blinking to focus completely on her, he tipped his head forward and pressed a kiss to her lips before he bent down on one knee, pulling out a box out of his pockets, holding it seemingly tightly in his hands as he spoke. 'When you say something over and over again, such as 'I'm sorry' or 'I love you', it starts to lose it's meaning. It's like a road that has been traveled too much, now it's worn and faded- you can't see it as much as you used to when it first started out. 'he started out slowly, trying to lace the words together- he remembered what he was going to say, but he couldn't say he was now making it up as he went along. 'That doesn't mean that we can't make new roads- I'm not sorry for meeting you two years on the beach nor do I regret it, despite the trouble that came from your family and the torn relationship that I have made from you to your brother because of me- because if I left, I would have served the most important thing that kept me here for this long: you,' he took a deep breath and looked up at her through his dark eyes.
'New roads, new paths, twisting and twisting into a new future- bringing us to places we've never been before- who knows, it could be nicer then what has already been seen. That is a road I don't want to walk on alone, so, I'm asking you- Rachel Marie Black,' he opened the box slowly, revealing the ring to her . '... will you marry me? Start a new path? A new life? Despite the unknown fate that rests ahead? Will you face it with me?' he asked her quietly.
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Post by rachael on Aug 3, 2011 14:15:02 GMT -5
Seeing as the world became a relaxed shade of comfortable, Rachel delighted herself in drinking wine with the man she was forever in love with. Seeing him across from her, sloshing around his drink, made a certain part of her warm. Special moments like these, times when the silence invaded their space – it invaded, but it did nothing more than make its presence. The silence in fact, comforted her, soothed her, let her know again that she was right to be in love with him. This was the type of love that needed no words, which found comfort in the silence because she was just in proximity of him. It was the kind of love that needed to words to fill the space, because there was comfort in the fact of knowing he was there, across from her. Of all the places in the world to be, away, he was here. With her.
She continued to drink, wondering how this could have all happened to her. She wondered what she had done to earn such love. She wondered where, in her life, she had earned this sort of magic, where she had acquired it.
But then a stray thought flitted across her mind like a bounding rabbit, but more fluid because of the wine cloaking her mind. Wasn’t there a passage somewhere in Rilke where he talked about things coming at a price? Where every happiness had its equal –
She grinned. Oh, no, she thought. No, not tonight. Tonight is tonight. And for now, I’m alright with this.
She circled her drink around in her glass, watching the legs stream down her glass curiously. Whimsically, she wondered why they were called ‘legs’, until Bill began to speak, and when he did, her heart fluttered. She glanced up at him, a grin still fluidly on her lips.
“What is it, love?” she answered back, used to the effect of his beauty on her. She felt so at ease, so calm and collected with herself, that the fact that he was walking towards her didn’t spark any sort of fear, or any sort of. . . anxiety. . .
“Bill, why are you. . .” she began to murmur after he had softly kissed her, but as Bill kneeled onto his knee, her words caught in her throat, and she sat – unable to speak, unable to hear the noises of the space around them. But then, she then acutely remembered every single aspect around her, like a photograph being taken of every angle. She remembered the way the twilight made his face shine, how it hit is nose and the corners of his eyes. She remembered the fabric of the table cloth, a sort of not-white, like an off-white beige. She remembered the ridges on the roof, places where dirt had collected shamelessly, but uselessly. The roof was practically clean, save for the out of place table was at where she sat. She remembered the necklaces he wore, the gleam of the metal shining back up at her. And in that moment, she could faintly hear her heart in her ears. She could hear the pounding white rush of adrenaline shoot up her veins like a painkiller, slowly numbing her arms and limbs till they were rubber. Her breathing became shallow. And yet. The artist in her cried. . . this is beautiful.
She listened to him intently, her hand already at her mouth to hide the sobs that might have escaped her mouth. None had arrived quite yet, but her eyes stung with tears. She was about to hold it together until he took out the box, and it was then that she nearly lost it.
She had made it a point to only let Bill see her cry a number of times. In two years, she could clearly say that was five. Once when she admitted she loved him. Twice when she broke down about her family’s relationship. Another when she had failed an exam in college (about the first time in her life). And now, holding back a sob because. . . he was proposing to her.
Her brain was like a radio, switching to so many different channels that it was impossible to make a broadcast. It became a white noise in her head, small voices of thoughts appearing just as quick as they were leaving. But as he spoke, as he talked about saying sorry and saying I love you, she brought her second hand up to her lips to support the other hand. As he explained her brother, her heart quietly cracked open the wound that she had taped shut, but this was a different type of hurt, one that couldn’t reach her at a time like this. One that couldn’t even touch her. Because she knew how he was going to finish, and although she wasn’t sure of the words, she was sure of the gesture.
Forever, she thought, a word that had haunted her silently up until this moment. Forever. In my life, how long is forever?
He opened the box slowly, revealing the ring below its surface like a clam opening to a pearl. She glanced at it avidly, focusing all her thoughts to this small little ring that meant so much more than just diamond stuck to silver. It meant more than two pieces of the earth’s natural resources melded together to create a beautiful thing. It meant forever. And in her mind, she suddenly realized what forever really meant. It wasn’t a timeline, wasn’t a measureable subject that she was trying to force it to be. It wasn’t a box that she could fit anything into, wasn’t a map that she could plot out points to. Forever was a promise, an intangible thing that couldn’t be touched. It was a commandment, a sacrament, a decision, an army of a thousand fighting men going after the enemy with a cause. It was determination, practice, patience – everything that she struggled to believe.
It was right.
The silence engulfed her with enough time to solidify her answer. Instead of being a helpful advisor, it was a caring mother. It put a hand on her shoulder, smiled at her warmly, and ushered her forward, gliding her towards the answer she had been waiting to say for two, wholesome years.
She opened her mouth to speak. But before she did, she thought of Jacob. Her family. She thought of her friends, and what they would have thought. Briefly, she thought of Evangeline, where she was in the forests now. She thought of Olivia, her mother –
Her mother. So. It wasn’t silence, was it? That feeling of love, and guidance. . . that must have been her mother. That’s when she knew.
She wiped away a few tears with the palm of her hand, sniffling as she did so to clear her throat. She knew Bill was waiting, and she didn’t like to keep him waiting. She reached out, pushed the ring aside for just a moment, and kissed him so deeply it hurt. It was a backwards way of doing it, but she couldn’t help herself. Her tears found their way to his cheek, but she ignored them. Parting, her voice shuddred with excitement.
“Bill. Of course. Yes, of course. Of course I’ll marry you.”
She then gathered him in his arms, holding him so tightly. The tears ran more cleanly now, but she couldn’t fight the happiness bubbling inside of her. She just continued to hold him, laughing and crying and simply being.
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