Valentine's Day }{ Open post

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WHO || Characters in the log [open or closed]
WHAT || VALENTINE'S DAY
WHERE || ALL AROUND THE CASTLE
WHEN || 2/14
HOW || DO WHAT YOU WANT

It's Valentine's Day! All around people are happily snuggling up with their loved one or drowning their feelings in booze and/or ice cream. Give out cards or chocolate or commiserate with other single people! Whoo Valentine's Day!

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[graveflowers]

[ she affects a gasp, but it turns into a smile quickly. ] See, I... I really can't imagine it.

[luthir]

Unfortunately, I'm rather short on photographs.

[graveflowers]

So am I, but I'm pretty sure I looked the same. Just tiny. Super short, brown pigtails, baby fat, tiny bow. Well, I'm imagining the last part because I never learned how to shoot, I just knew so I assume I learned when I was small.

[luthir]

See, I, on the other hand, can quite easily imagine that...

[graveflowers]

Am I super adorable in your imagination?

[luthir]

As in life, yes.

[graveflowers]

[ kjdfhkfdfsknkfs best boyfriend. ] Thank you, again, for coming here. And for calling me adorable, but. Thanks.

[luthir]

[ he leans his head against hers, smiling slightly ] There is nowhere I would rather be, Helillóte.

[graveflowers]

[ man, that is exactly what she needed to hear. and she didn't know she needed to hear it. luthir is the only reason that violet isn't completely batshit after 224 nights of the same nightmare delicately chipping away at her self-worth and self-control and sanity. the only reason she hasn't taken a trip to visit raf's suicide bridge. he's the only reason she gets out of bed most days. because he loves her for some stupid reason and she never wants to see him looking the way rafael looks.

her arms tighten around his neck and she buries her face against his shoulder. he's too good to her, but she's too selfish to try to verbalize that. ]

Marry me.

[ she never considered herself the marrying kind. she always thought she'd end up alone with a flock of magical singing woodland creatures surrounding her snow white cabin in the woods -- sans dwarves, unless dovan wanted to stop by -- but luthir changed her mind. he changed her, for the better, making her want to try just a little bit harder, for herself. ]

[luthir]

[ for a moment, she can feel in his body that he's stunned, although it's not a tense reaction. perhaps it's just that he never thought she might be the marrying type either. perhaps it's something to do with the pace of elven life.

perhaps it's none of those things. it doesn't seem to matter though. he turns his head to look down at the top of hers. ] ... You mean that? [ there's a warmth in his tone, a wonder, but lbr this isn't the first time vi has told him 'marry me' - she did the first time they met. sometimes his human sarcasm radar is still not 100% effective. better to check. ]

[graveflowers]

[ a little snort of laughter shakes her body before she nods. she doesn't pull back or move because if he says no she doesn't actually want to see that happen so she stays curled against him. just in case. ]

Yes. [ she swallows past the dryness of her mouth and after a hesitation, releases her grip and moves back slightly. what if he said yes. maybe she wants to see that happen more than she doesn't want to see him say no. ] Will you marry me?

[luthir]

[ amazement lines his every feature, but finally it's a smile that breaks through and wins the day. his hand scoops up hers, and he presses a kiss to it. ] All I am, I will gladly swear to you.

[graveflowers]

[ what.

for a very long moment it's almost as if vi doesn't get it. he's smiling, that's good, right? she thinks that's probably good. and the little kiss, oozing of sweet, old-fashioned chivalry, is also probably good. she swallows again, eyebrows furrowing as her brain attempts to work. ]

Please tell me that's elf-speak for yes.

[luthir]

[ elf speak for yes is actually 'no' but he has a feeling with his 19 wis check that she wouldn't appreciate that particular lesson. ]

It is very much yes.

[graveflowers]

[ SHE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE YES EITHER. she looks rather dumbfounded, bright eyes searching his like that will help her makes sense of his answer. he said yes to her question, which means he wants to marry her. this is good. she knows this is good -- this is what she's wanted from the day they met.

something fuzzy blurs her eyes and when she reaches up to rub the heel of her hand across her cheek she realizes she's crying. ]

Really? I'm not... dreaming? This would be the worst dream ever. [ because she'd have to wake up. ]

[luthir]

No more dreams, love. [ he reaches up to wipe some of her tears away and kisses her, with a gentle intensity, as if to ground her in the fact that no this is real. ]

[graveflowers]

[ she pinches herself, hard enough to bruise and make herself wince, but it's really luthir that convinces her. it doesn't stop the tears though, but she's certainly not sad, especially if the way she just lights up is any indication. they're happy tears, for once, exacerbated by her complete inability to hold in her emotions at the present time.

everything is still spiders. life still sucks, she still sort of wants to go back to bed, honestly, but at the same time she can see the light at the end of the tunnel and now, finally, reaching it depends on staying alive.

it's that's not something to shoot for, she doesn't know what is.

jade would be proud. she found what she wanted and she isn't ever going to let go of it. but with that in mind, wiping her cheeks again and huffing out a sigh of a laugh, she adds something else, almost apprehensive. ]

Let's not... tell anyone. I mean, Des and Raf lost Jade and Myri and Finnick are... [ she trails off helplessly, apologetic. ] It sort of feels... mean. Being happy when they're not.

[ not that vi is happy by any stretch of the word, but she has a happy place. ]

[luthir]

A secret engagement? [ he gives her an amused smile, light sparking in his eyes ] I can see some appeal in keeping this between our hearts.

For now.

[graveflowers]

How very Jane Austen. [ she wrinkles her nose at him, like shush, mr darcy. she didn't mean it quite so romantic comedy. ] For now.

[luthir]

I will leave it in your hands to decide when the time is right to reveal all.

[graveflowers]

[ welp. she might never tell anyone, actually. if only because it looks like everything will always be spiders. she can't see people being happy any time soon. but she doesn't touch that, changing the subject. ]

So... since I am the one that did the proposing, does that mean... I get to pick out the rings?

[luthir]

[ look they're gonna live for hundreds of years. spiders don't live that long. ] If you would like to, then certainly.

[graveflowers]

[ she still doesn't believe that, okay. and her friends will not live forever. ]

We could always elope -- in Vegas. We could get married by an Elvis impersonator.

[ like her dad that she doesn't remember... :'( ]

[luthir]

[ raised. eyebrow. ] I was thinking, perhaps, something outdoors.

[graveflowers]

There's outdoors in Vegas. [ but she doesn't push, at all. ] But I suppose you're right.