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cristina_lacosa) wrote,
@ 2011-12-13 22:38:00

Merry Christmas Alter!

drake & carys

He had hidden it in that drawer, so that he wouldn't have to look at it, he didn't use it much, just a few old things that he didn't have the heart to get rid of.

As to why? Well he'd bought it on a whim, planning to do it before, dragging Carys out with the question of labels and what are we and surprising her, but she'd seemed so content and happy with that, Drake figured it could wait. But was it worth getting mad at her for snooping in a drawer, in a place he'd let her in and really he'd bought it for a purpose. And well, they wouldn't have to go through all the trouble of the media speculation either.

Drake crouched a bit, setting his drink down and scooping up the box containing his own designed ring in one quick movement. Instead of straightening up, he gave a tug on his pantlegs, shifting to one knee and smirking up at Carys, "You haven't have you?" he asked, amusement apparent in his voice as he cracked open the box. "So, I was thinking you should do something crazy and marry me."

"Ah--" A croaked sound came out of her throat at the sight of Drake down on one knee, and Carys put her hands to her head, completely---just----he was proposing, Drake was proposing, as in he had a ring and actually suggested she marry him and holy shit this was the weirdest and best night of her life, "Yeah, I mean--yeah, yes, yeah!"

There wasn't really much to think about, was there? Drake was the person who'd helped her recover from what could have been a career-ending injury. He'd been the one to push her like no one had before, and he'd stuck around even after she got the seal of good health. Carys could never put into words how much she depended on his support, and would probably have been knocked down to second rung-Chaser if she'd let her spiral of depression get the best of her this summer. She'd been going nowhere and when she was with Drake she could see a future.

nate & bree

Bree started when the door opened, and stood up quickly, not even looking at his outstretched hand---bugger, he wasn’t supposed to come out here. She looked down at herself and brushed away the snow from all over her robes and ran a gloved hand through her hair. She must look like a total wreck, he must think she’s insane, he must be taking pity on the poor girl who’s managed to find herself in a world of trouble.

“I----“ she wanted to tell him that she hadn’t meant to actually speak to him and was going to admit that she was a coward and should probably stop dating all together and the human race would be better off, but Bree just stood there, wringing her fingers. She couldn’t go in, she—she had to---Bree stepped toward him and it felt like her brain shut off as she burst into tears and flung herself at Nate, kissing him hard.

Stumbling back, Nate felt a sharp pain between his shoulder blades where they'd hit the door jamb, but he definitely wasn't thinking about that. His entire mind was focused on Bree and how she was kissing him and oh god, it felt like such a rush. After everything that had happened and their tearful goodbye... Nate hadn't been very optimistic that she was even going to talk to him again, let alone snog him like this. He wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her in close, he wasn't ever going to let go again.

tom & fiona

Bean mo chroi," he whispered quietly and kissed her before she could open her mouth and retort against all this soppiness. It was okay and just fine and she hadn't tensed or anything and that was a big step. Tom had waited patiently for years, he was completely okay with waiting just a bit longer for her to be comfortable with it all.

Because it wasn't about marriage, or about... fathers or families or anything else, it was about them, and her and just being with her. Together and that was... perfect.

Had she just been proposed to? The bloody idiot had proposed to her in gaelic! Irish gaelic, that stupid, stupid, romantic, adorable, insanely cute, sexy, but stupid boy. But, had she just been proposed to? If Fiona could recall what he'd just said as it had put her in quite a dizzy state and---yes, she was quite sure what he'd said and---and---

"Well, of course! Jesus, Finnegan!" she let out loudly, but her eyes had swelled with tears and she was crying, kinda very hard, and Fiona wasn't exactly sure if he would understand her, so she just kept nodding and kissing him. Ah, ahhh, she was---they were---look at this!

Tom just blinked at her, letting him kiss. 'Of course' what? She was nodding and crying and... wait, had she understood him? "Fiona?" he asked lightly. He wanted to believe she was saying yes to a question he hadn't really asked. So, it had been implied, but... bugger, he wasn't going to question it! She'd said yes!

...Ohfuck, he'd just proposed.

sirius & james

Jesus on a fuckin---!" James jumped back when he finally spotted Padfoot, putting a hand to his heart and trying to calm his heart. His eyes blinked rapidly behind his glasses a few times before realizing that no, this wasn't a good kind of surprise, and his expression hardened. "Why---how'd you get in here?"

Sirius waited a few moments before transforming back into himself, perched on the end of James' bed. His shoulders were slumped and he looked absolutely terrible, especially considering that he hadn't gotten any sleep the past night or so and he just felt absolutely wretched. Not to mention how absolutely craptastic he felt (and he hadn't even needed Lily's words to spur him into this depressed feeling) about just everything.

"Magic," Sirius offered dully and dropped his eyes from James shamefully. Sirius never apologised. To anyone aside from James and Remus and even then, it was like, the worst thing in the world to have to do. So humiliating and just... fuck it. This was James right? He'd always be there but. What if he wasn't?

"You really need to stop putting up with the shite that comes out of my mouth."

James yawned and turned to his desk as Sirius went on, not really feeling like giving his friend the time of day. He held back a snort; putting up with the shite? Is that what he called it? James yanked the crumbled up letter from Dorcas out of his back pocket and stuffed it in a drawer, picking up some parchment from the top of the desk and threw it in as well. He cracked his knuckles and took his sweet time with emptying the rest of his pockets and organizing his desk, not once feeling the need to be a proper host. Sirius had broken into his room, disrespected him, there was no need to rush.

Finally, James turned and didn't think about how obnoxious he might look as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"No, see, that's what you do with your best friend, even if they are complete fucking pricks."

harper & psyke

SORRY!" Harper said louder, still keeping his hands over his face. Oh bugger he could have planned the better, couldn't he? Maybe he should have owled first but he didn't want her to run off or something before he got there. "Sorry I wasjust, I wanted to talk to you and and you're here in Italy and I had to talk to you!" he started rambling, facing in her direction but looking off to the side accidentally.

"I feel really bad what happened and I can't believe you just ran out like that and I'm sorry that it, it's just really fucked up and I'm sorry and I hate that you're mad at me and I want to make it better. My- I'm here and I got stuck in line behind this old lady who farted for like. Hours. And then I had to floo to like, eight different places and I wanted to see you!"

Okay, maybe if he'd had a plan, this would have gone all better, but he had only a mission to get there, and now there was so much to say but he didn't want Psyke to ignore him so he felt like he had to get it out all at once.

Psyke couldn't believe what she was hearing and that Harper was really here. In Italy! All the way really far from home! That was like---FAR! She'd had to leave Friday night to! HUH! What on Earth? This wasn't making any sense, and Psyke gulped as she listened to Harper ramble on and on. Oh, this was so utterly confusing that the normally confused woman found her self sitting on the dressing table because she had no idea what to do.

This was what she'd wanted, right? She'd wanted Harper to come and be all pitiful and apologize and and and Alex had said that if he didn't do anything to show that he'd changed then to just forget about him but now he HAD done something and! And why was she still feeling bad?

Because! Because she'd felt so worthless and and---he'd really, he'd really made her feel so horrible that it was still there, the bad, bad feelings and UGHHH he was trying! He was here and damn it all if she didn't know what the fuck to do.

"I---I---th--thank you, I---" Oh, she was going to start crying again, wasn't she? That stupid bloody designer, if he hadn't put her in such a bad mood maybe she could've handled this better but Psyke just found herself pouting greatly and trying not to cry. "I have clothes on, H-Harper," she managed.

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