Cael Gray (winsome_wizard) wrote in valesco,
@ 2013-06-23 15:14:00

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Cecilia
Cael had been pacing the yard for the last hour or so, looking like a crazy person with the way he kept fidgeting with the box that was in his pocket; not to mention the way he had been talking to his dog as though she was going to be able to give him some piece of mind. He sure as hell hadn't been able to talk to anyone else about the decision he had made about a week or two ago, when he had first started looking at rings. It wasn't even that he didn't have people to talk to - he had his friends, and Charlie and Delilah, but they had way too much shit going on to deal with him having a panic attack about what he was planning on doing that night.

He was nervous. He was extremely nervous, which is why he kept going over the worst case scenarios with the confused looking pup who kept watching him move from one side of the yard to the other, her head tilted to display her confusion.

"What if she says no? What the hell am I gonna do?"

He groaned, his hand coming up to scratch at the back of his neck, swallowing thickly as he waited for Cecilia to get home. She had gone out shopping, which had given him enough time to set things up before she returned. He had made her dinner, which was being kept warm on the table outside - he had placed a simple charm on it to prevent the heat from escaping, and to make sure that the bugs stayed away. It was a beautiful night, with a ton of stars overhead.

"She's gonna know something is up. What if she starts freaking out before I even get the chance to say what I wanna say?"

He groaned, and eventually plopped down to sit on the edge of the deck next to the dog, who placed her head in his lap, allowing him to rub behind her ears.

"You think I'm doing the right thing, don't you girl?" He stopped petting her for a moment, and watched as she lifted her head and licked his face. It was a good enough answer for him, and he smirked before he gave her another scratch behind the ears. He heard the front door open, and he swallowed thickly. God, he was so bloody nervous. He had to keep cool though, or else she'd know something was up for sure. He rose to his feet, making his way inside in order to greet her, his eyes focusing in on the shopping bags she had brought back with her.

"Had a successful run, I see." He knew she was used to carrying home a dozen more bags than the few she had come back home with back before she had started living with him - back before her family had cut her off. Still, he wanted her to have whatever she wanted - or whatever he could afford to give her. He lived above middle class, but he wasn't as well off as her family and family friends had been - not by a long shot.

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cecilias
2013-07-06 11:15 am UTC (link)

Stifling her further questions throughout dinner proved to be a much more difficult proposition than Cecilia had expected. She ate her pasta and drank her wine in relative silence for the simple reason that she could think of few things that she wanted to ask besides what in heaven's name was going on. Of course the fact that he had said that she would find out after dinner didn't help at all, because that quite literally told her that something was in fact happening, which was in some ways worse on her curiosity than simply wondering if he was just acting oddly for no reason at all.

When he finally stood up and offered her his hand, Cecilia did her best to not stand up too quickly to follow him out onto the yard.

She enjoyed this, don't get her wrong. It was nice to have a quiet, romantic evening this way, and to just stroll peacefully with her very handsome boyfriend under the trees of his vast property. That was, when she didn't get the feeling that he was trying to hold off on her surprise.

"It was wonderful," she answered him. That was an honest opinion--even admidst her mind's constant working at all possible scenarios of what was to come after the meal, she had noticed that Cael was an unexpectedly accomplished chef. "Maybe from now on you should be the one cooking around here."

As if. Cooking, however badly, was one of the only things she could do to prove her worth around this place. That and sex, anyway.

As they continued to walk along, their everyday conversation began to run thin, and Cecilia found herself growing helplessly impatient, hopelessly quickly. Just like at dinner, she unwillingly grew more and more silent the further they walked, just to stop herself from asking him one more time.

But seriously, how long was this going to take?

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winsome_wizard
2013-07-07 01:14 am UTC (link)

Cael offered her a smirk when she answered his question, his hand still holding onto hers. She was the only one of the two of them who thought she had to prove her worth at all - he had always thought that she made dinner for him each night because she was so bored just sitting around at home with nothing else to do. He would have gone crazy, if he were in that position, but she didn't know how to work. The concept had been so bizarre to him at first, but after a while he had just come to terms with the fact that Cecilia Hooke had planned on living a life of leisure. Had she gotten with any of the suitors her parents would have set her up with, she wouldn't have had need to work a day in her life. Instead she'd be used for breeding more pureblooded children.

It was strange to think that at some point in her life, that was what she had wanted.

He kept walking, leading her over to the gazebo that he had strung some lights onto with a simple spell. Once they were inside, he sat down and pulled her to sit down beside him. He was suddenly wishing he had taken his glass of wine with him from the table. He rolled his lips under as he looked over at her.

"I know this all seems really out of the blue," he admitted with a sheepish smirk, lifting his free and to scratch at the back of his neck. "I didn't mean for it to be so cryptic. I just really wanted to do something nice for you." Okay, so that really wasn't what this was all about, but he was trying to work on getting there. He shifted so that he was facing her a bit more.

"Cecilia..." he began, though his mouth started to feel like it was getting dry again. "You know I love you, right?" He hoped it would be nothing more than a rhetorical question, but he didn't know how else he was supposed to start. "I try and say it enough so that you don't ever have to doubt it, but I don't really think you get how much I mean it. Over these last couple of years, I've fallen madly, deeply in love with you... You're beautiful, and strong - a hell of a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for. You're smart, and you're funny - though sometimes I think the latter happens purely on accident," he said with a smile, his hand squeezing hers before he looked away from her for a moment, gathering his thoughts before his eyes were back on hers.

"What I'm trying to say is that I can't imagine going to bed or waking up without you next to me... I look forward to coming home every day just because I know you'll be here. I've never felt this way about anyone before...and I don't think I'm ever going to." This was the point of no return. He had already said too much, he had already made himself way too vulnerable. He had to do this now. He reached into his pocket to produce the box he had been carrying around with him, looking up to see her expression before he continued on. He couldn't read it, and he felt his heart pounding in his chest.

"You're the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with, Cecilia Hooke...so I need to ask you," he opened the box, exposing the ring that he had picked out for her.

"Will you marry me?"

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cecilias
2013-07-07 10:56 pm UTC (link)

As they made their approach towards the beautifully adorned gazebo, awash in the lights that Cecilia could only assume that Cael had put there himself, she felt herself begin to now get properly excited. Whatever this was all about, it was finally close, and she could feel it. Not just because she could sense the tensing of his muscles every now and again from their entwined arms.

That said, for the life of her, she couldn't begin to imagine what it was that would have him so nervous.

She followed him curiously into the lit area and allowed herself to be seated, tilting her head just slightly at his rhetorical question. Of course she knew he loved her, although even so long after his first confession she yet had a difficult time getting used to how easy he seemingly found it to tell her such a thing. Then again, after years spent being companion to one as emotionally shut-off as Evan had been, any verbal confirmation of such a strong word came as a surprise.

Nonetheless, it was nice, and as Cecilia listened to Cael's little speech, she found herself comfortably taking it in, marveling as she often did in his openness and how nice it was to hear him put across such emotions with so little hesitation. She was so lost in his words that she nearly wasn't listening to their specific meaning at all, rather taking in the overarching sentiments. That was why, she imagined, it was such a shock the moment he pulled out a box and her eyes were brought to rest upon a very sparkly, very important piece of jewelry.

Her mouth ungracefully and uncontrollably opened, a side-effect of the sudden racing of her heart, and she had a difficult time forcing herself to look up and focus on what he was saying. Because---for a woman who had nearly been married, or assumed to eventually be married now almost three times, she knew what that ring meant. However, if she was wrong, she would look like a terrible fool for it, and--

Oh, what was she thinking? There was absolutely no other explanation for this, and so the all-important question had barely left his mouth before she gasped in a deep breath with which to expel a thilled, stunned, wonderous, fairly loud affirmation. Cecilia's arms had gone around him in the same instant, perhaps squeezing the life out of this ridiculous man who sat in front of her now, putting his heart out to her in a way that no other man had before. And in a way she was certain no other man would have, now or in the past.

"What are you saying!?" she finally breathed out, surprised she could even speak at all. "Of course I will, you idiot!"

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