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Grayson Wilkes ([info]glovesmandatory) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2008-10-26 17:46:00


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Entry tags:grayson wilkes, ophelia wilkes

[Ophelia!]
Things had been going well -- eerily well, in all honesty. 'Work' - inasmuch as what he did for the Dark Lord could be called 'work' - had him pleasantly on-time, although he had a few ticking annoyances plaguing the back of his mind that he'd have to take care of sooner rather than later.

He palmed the box in his pocket before he apparated to the door of the house he shared with Ophelia, glancing into the hall as he stepped inside. Grayson would be the first to admit that he kept an odd schedule, so there was no telling whether his girlfriend would even be home. He smelled food, but that was more than likely a house-elf preparing the evening meal at the time it had been told to earlier in the morning by Grayson himself.

Stepping into the living room area, he drew off his gloves and shoved them into the sleeve of his overcoat and hung the thing up on its proper hook. He wasn't one to announce his presence, but Ophelia had probably heard the activity if she was home. He slid down into a chair, opting to wait rather than call out to her.



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[info]primrosepath
2008-10-27 04:45 am UTC (link)
Ophelia watched in disbelief as Grayson tucked the box away again, unsure of what to do now that her plan had backfired. She wanted to say yes of course, but it just wasn't possible to give in and stop him, thus letting him win this. He was not about to propose for a second time (if you could even call the first time a proposal) and do it all wrong. And on top of that, if he really wanted to marry her, he'd do it right. Obviously he didn't want it enough if he was going to act like this, so---so fine!

"I suppose it is." She shrugged away from his hands and got up coldly to proceed down the hall towards the dining room, not giving a second glance back towards her would-be fiancé. FINE.

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[info]glovesmandatory
2008-10-27 04:53 am UTC (link)
He wouldn't have expected her to react any other way, honestly. It was almost as if he were satisfied that she didn't give in immediately -- hell, maybe it had been a test all along. One never knew with Grayson.

He shifted up from the chair as well, moving into the dining room himself and waiting for the house elf to serve up their meal. He absently wondered whether Ophelia was going to be sore for the entirety of dinner -- probably, until he proposed again later a little more ... properly.

Which he did plan to do. Really!

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[info]primrosepath
2008-10-27 05:04 am UTC (link)
Indeed, she had planned to be sore through the entirety of dinner--and was, rather marvelously if she did say so herself. If he hadn't realized that he'd annoyed her by now (and she knew Grayson was a far more perceptive man than that), then he was truly dumber than a rock. Even their normally empty-headed house elf had noticed the coldness emanated from each of her movements, her clipped speech, which had him rushing out of the dining room throughout dinner as quickly as he had come.

The minute that she finished eating, Ophelia laid down her fork and was already up from her place without an acknowledgment to Grayson in the process.

Maybe she should make him sleep in the spare room tonight, just for good measure.

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[info]glovesmandatory
2008-10-27 05:13 am UTC (link)
Grayson paid little attention to how clipped she was during the meal, if only because he was honestly distracted by planning the rest of the evening. He finished his own meal at a leisurely pace and then slipped out of the dining room, thumbing the ring's case once more before he moved upstairs.

All right, he'd gathered his thoughts as much as he was going to. It wasn't his fault that he was emotionally crippled, was it? No, certainly not.

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[info]primrosepath
2008-10-27 05:23 am UTC (link)
Seriously--she was seriously considering making him sleep in the other room. As she crawled up onto the bed and picked up her book--another, for she had several laying around the house at any given time--, she grew more and more annoyed at him. So not only had he made one mistake this evening, but now he was going to make another and be an arse and take his sweet time getting up here.

Ophelia thumbed the end of her wand at her side as she contemplated locking the door on him. Just as she was beginning to think it was a good idea, however, there he was in the doorway, and she diverted her eyes towards the text on the page. Well, it's not like a locked door would have kept him out if he had wanted to get in anyway.

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[info]glovesmandatory
2008-10-27 05:33 am UTC (link)
The house elves could vouch for that last statement -- although he had admittedly gone a bit overboard using the axe as he had. Completely unnecessary. He sighed quietly, walking over to the bed and sitting himself down on the edge. He didn't touch her yet, though.

"You should know," he started, more than a little awkwardly, "that I'm very fond of you. I hadn't imagined that after ... what transpired between us that I would have any desire to see you again, but my ... feelings," it was almost as if the word pained him, "persisted. And now ... I am glad that they have. You make me happier than I expected ever to be in the most unexpected ways, and I would be most pleased to have your hand in marriage, if you will offer it."

That was about the most on feelings he'd ever spoken to anyone, truth be told. "I love you, Ophelia." He opened the ring box for the second time that night, fully expecting ... well, he didn't know exactly how she would react.

And that was very much exciting.

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[info]primrosepath
2008-10-27 05:53 am UTC (link)
Ophelia stared into the pages of her book intently as Grayson sat down and began to speak. It wasn't until he was a good half way through his speech that the expression on her face began to soften. It wasn't just the words coming out of his mouth, but the way he was saying them. It was clear that expressing emotions like this was difficult for him--she knew that, she did. But she wanted to hear him say it anyway, because it was quite possible that if she didn't make him say it now she would never hear it again.

And anyway, if he wasn't willing to say these things to her, she would have been a fool to marry him.

But there it was---those three words, which made her take a sharp breath in the shock at hearing them. Never, not once in over a year and a half, had Ophelia ever heard him tell her that.

A quiet, involuntary laugh escaped her lips and she closed her eyes, closing the book with a snap of finality. "Alright, then." Ophelia looked up into his face and smiled, a smile full of content and excitement like she had never felt before. "Since you asked so nicely."

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[info]glovesmandatory
2008-10-27 06:00 am UTC (link)
Grayson didn't bother to hide his smirk. He was very much pleased -- he slid the ring onto Ophelia's finger and shifted forward to kiss her -- well, rather soundly. It had taken quite a lot out of him to express his feelings and he was going to enjoy his rewards, damnit!

But this meant that they had to plan a whole new wedding -- at least Ophelia could busy herself with that. He slipped down on the bed next to Ophelia and wrapped a strong arm around her waist, drawing her against him. He let one hand wander up into her hair, caressing in a way similar to how she'd been stroking his own earlier.

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[info]primrosepath
2008-10-27 06:17 am UTC (link)
The weight of the ring on her finger was familiar, and to feel it sitting there again was comforting in a way--satisfying, even, like it was something that had been lost along the way. She had missed it there. Even after she had taken it off freely, even when she had been with Smeth, it would have been a lie to say that she hadn't missed that ring around that finger. She just felt a little more whole, seeing and feeling it sitting there again in its place.

Closing her eyes, she put a hand over the one around her waist and sighed. "Thank you," she muttered. It probably would have seemed odd to a normal person, for her to be thanking him right now, but it needed to be said. And it wasn't for the ring. "I love you, too."

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[info]glovesmandatory
2008-10-27 06:20 am UTC (link)
"You're welcome." He let her settle in against him and pressed a kiss to her temple, fully realizing that they probably weren't going to be getting sleep anytime soon. That was just fine with him -- most of the time when he stayed up past what he considered a reasonable hour it was because he was irritated or concerned. It was rarely because he was genuinely/I> happy.

He would take this for what it was and enjoy it.

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