Hm. So, they were outside, and it was breezy. Maggie had a feeling she knew where they were. More than a feeling, really, she was quite sure where they were. It made sense. She'd been expecting him to do it, after these past few weeks, but he really could have let her be more prepared. Maggie was surprise it had taken him this long.
"Adrian," she sighed, "You really didn't---" Maggie pouted, sure that when she pulled off the blindfold they'd be on the Caerphilly pitch and there'd be some practice match set up for the two of them. He'd mentioned it over dinner one night, and while she thought it'd be a good idea to just shake out some nerves, she didn't really want to----
The blindfold dropped to the ground at the sight of the lanterns, the glow of the candles making everything----they were not at the stadium, they were not on a pitch, they were on a beautiful, candle-lit hill with rolling waves of grass blowing in the breeze. Her hands were limp at her sides, eyes wide, awe-struck at how beautiful it all was, amazed that he'd set this scene for her and----it took her a few seconds to snap out of her daze and realize that Adrian was not standing beside her, or in front of her, or behind her, but there he was. Down on one knee.
"Oh my God," she let out quickly, her hands beginning to shake. He wasn't! Was he? He was. "Adrian, oh my God--"
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