[Taning ports them both back to the Tower, since he's pretty sure there won't be anyone around at the moment. He is considerably distracted at the moment, the silent sort of distracted that would tell anyone who knows him that there is something definitely on his mind.
He doesn't quite know what to say, really. It isn't that he wants to marry you, of course. You're wonderful in so many ways he can't even enumerate them all. He hopes, though, that you do realize that he still can't believe his luck. That he's far from perfect and to him, you seem it.
He's also in a not quite nice place right at the moment. You hadn't picked up on it, and he doesn't blame you. Now would be a very good time to talk about it, though, if you were so inclined.
He sits down on the edge and glances down at the space beside him, then back up at you.]
That... was an interesting night, wasn't it?
And for my own reference: date is September 3, 2063!
[You won't be looking up at her for very long, because she's sliding down right beside you. There's an odd light in her eyes, and something different about her smile tonight. It's probably because she had not minded how "interesting" the night turned out to be. Not in the slightest.
She'll wait on you, of course. It's your move now, after all.]
[The feel of you against him, seated there together at the edge of the bed, is his safe place, his refuge. He rests his head on your shoulder (why do you have to be taller?) and twines his fingers in yours, and rues the fact that of the two of you, he has to be the one who overthinks everything, because this, what you both have, is not complicated. It works.
I have never understood what it is you saw in me to make you want to say that. [Shakes his head, but with a tiny smile, so you know he's not moping or anything.] It's not insecurity or anything like that, mind. It's more... here you are, this gorgeous, driven, powerful woman, going for a mage who only now realized he's not being the best person he can be, and is only now trying to fix it. I just want to understand why you want to be with me for that long. Because I already know I want it too.
[And a minimum of 200 years, assuming they live through a lot, is a long time indeed.]
[How does she put it into words? Lighting up a cigarette first.]
You and I met at a time when we both needed each other. We licked our wounds together, we found solace in each other, and we both emerged better from it even after we had to separate. And now, we ended up meeting again. I think it's fated.
[Honestly, had he not been a mage he might have said something stupid about not believing in fate, and in man having sole agency in his own destiny. But he is, and so he does believe, because in a world such as theirs, no man is solely responsible for his own fate, not when there are such amazing forces at play.
However, while there are many things beyond the reach of even Awakened such as they, there are still many things that are within reach. One of these things is holding a cigarette, which vanishes as Taning gently takes the hand fully in both of his.]
Marry me, then, Sabina Kjellberg, and we'll see if we can test the waters of Fate together. Or fight it if needs be.
[He has a fierce grin as he lets go of your hand, upon whose ring finger now rests a tightly braided hoop of thaumium, a perfected diamond reflecting the raging forces of nature within them as its setting.
Normal people get butterflies when they propose, doubting the existence of the answer they seek. This one isn't normal, then, because he never really had a doubt about what you felt, or, as he had come to realize, what he did. And that is as simple, and as perfect, as it gets.]
[And in that moment, you're going to see just how young Sabina is when she looks at you, when she absorbs every word that you say, and - later - when she looks down at that ring.
When her gaze turns back to yours, you might notice that her eyes are a little moist, and her voice is a bit husky when she says, right before kissing you:]
We'll fight it when we have to, and welcome the storm whenever it'll make us better for it.
[I would tear storms from the sky to have you like this forever, said a fierce voice in the back of his head as your lips find his. Relief and triumph flicker in his eyes as he deepens the kiss, as his hands find the sides of your face, thumbs tracing the edges of your jaw to the spot he knows sends ripples down your spine. Your skin beneath his fingers feels like caged lightning. You are mine, and I am yours, his eyes tell you behind all of that.
He does not know how you ended up lying down on the bed, nor does he particularly care. All he knows, as he breaks off to look at you, is that he would kill to be the only one you look at the way you are looking at him, right now. He pauses for some infinitesimal length of time, absolutely paralyzed by sheer wanting. Now his voice is husky.]
[On the other hand, she's fully aware how the two of you ended up there. You've always had a tight reign on your abilities: a natural after effect of that is that when you let loose, you're almost unaware of it.
Not that she has any protests, of course. That much should have been obvious to you in how she kissed you right back, how she welcome you into your mouth and let her tongue slide against yours, let herself taste the way you taste. She'll never get tired of it.
When she breaks away from you, she's smirking. She's also hooked one of her legs behind yours, and has her arms hooked over your shoulders.]
Consummating our promise before we even have a ceremony, is it?
[Not that she minds, of course. It's not as if you haven't wrangled each other into bed before.]
[His only response to that? A half-growl at the fact that you both still have clothes. He doesn't quite fumble with the buttons on your blouse; his fingers are far too nimble, and far too used to this sort of thing, to be clumsy at it.
Nonetheless, it is taking far, far too long for him (even though it has been, what, only a few seconds and he's halfway done?), so he snarls through gritted teeth and you feel two things: both your clothes are all gone, and a low, steady, almost inaudible bass note coursing through your bodies and all around the room.
Celestial Mastery was invented in the pursuit of heavenly bodies, after all.
He traces a series of small, nibbling kisses starting from the center of your now-naked chest, left index finger tracing lazy circles around a nipple, right hand tangling itself through your hair. He kisses you up the neck, along the jaw, all the way behind an ear, which he nips, quickly, between his teeth. That's when he answers you, voice impossibly husky it's a wonder he got the words out at all.]
Following your logic, we've been married lo, those many years ago. [Now he's nibbling at your lower lip, speaking through against your mouth.] I love the thought of that.
[And of course she'll find his impatience amusing: it comes out in the way she smiles, and her laughter against his skin. Granted, when he starts to lavish some attention upon her with those lips of his, that laughter fades away into soft breaths and pleased noises.]
Didn't you ever wonder why none of the other Arrows ever tried to approach you?
[Saying that teasingly, as she's letting her hands roam over the expanse of your back. One of her feet is also idly running itself along the back of one of your legs.]
[What you said, and what you're doing right now, sends electricity coursing throughout his body, including the most pertinent parts. If he wasn't already hard before, he most definitely is now. You'll feel it too, as he luxuriantly stretches on top of you.]
Have I ever told you how glad I am that you own me?
[He's pretty sure he has, but he slides his length back and forth over your clit anyway. Just to emphasize the point.]
[ And she responds, perhaps, in precisely the way that you're hoping she would because you know exactly what turns her on: in a sharp exhaled gasp against your ear, a fluttering of eyelids, the perfect "O" of her mouth before she's biting down on her lip, the press of her back against the pillows, the dig of her nails against your shoulder.
It's getting incredibly difficult to breathe now, because she's painfully aware of the familiar shape of you against her crotch. Her hips are aware of it too, from the way they're rolling up in an attempt to push her clit up closer to your cock. ]
You better be.
[ The heat of that statement is tempered by how much you've thrown her. ]
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He doesn't quite know what to say, really. It isn't that he wants to marry you, of course. You're wonderful in so many ways he can't even enumerate them all. He hopes, though, that you do realize that he still can't believe his luck. That he's far from perfect and to him, you seem it.
He's also in a not quite nice place right at the moment. You hadn't picked up on it, and he doesn't blame you. Now would be a very good time to talk about it, though, if you were so inclined.
He sits down on the edge and glances down at the space beside him, then back up at you.]
That... was an interesting night, wasn't it?
And for my own reference: date is September 3, 2063!
[You won't be looking up at her for very long, because she's sliding down right beside you. There's an odd light in her eyes, and something different about her smile tonight. It's probably because she had not minded how "interesting" the night turned out to be. Not in the slightest.
She'll wait on you, of course. It's your move now, after all.]
right I forgot to put it down sorry!
He just wants to keep it that way.]
So, what do you think?
no prob!
I think that I very much like the idea of spending the rest of my life with you.
[You saved hers, as she must have saved yours. You are both better now, ironically, because of the long time that you spent apart. This could work.
She'll make it work.]
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[And a minimum of 200 years, assuming they live through a lot, is a long time indeed.]
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[How does she put it into words? Lighting up a cigarette first.]
You and I met at a time when we both needed each other. We licked our wounds together, we found solace in each other, and we both emerged better from it even after we had to separate. And now, we ended up meeting again. I think it's fated.
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However, while there are many things beyond the reach of even Awakened such as they, there are still many things that are within reach. One of these things is holding a cigarette, which vanishes as Taning gently takes the hand fully in both of his.]
Marry me, then, Sabina Kjellberg, and we'll see if we can test the waters of Fate together. Or fight it if needs be.
[He has a fierce grin as he lets go of your hand, upon whose ring finger now rests a tightly braided hoop of thaumium, a perfected diamond reflecting the raging forces of nature within them as its setting.
Normal people get butterflies when they propose, doubting the existence of the answer they seek. This one isn't normal, then, because he never really had a doubt about what you felt, or, as he had come to realize, what he did. And that is as simple, and as perfect, as it gets.]
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When her gaze turns back to yours, you might notice that her eyes are a little moist, and her voice is a bit husky when she says, right before kissing you:]
We'll fight it when we have to, and welcome the storm whenever it'll make us better for it.
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He does not know how you ended up lying down on the bed, nor does he particularly care. All he knows, as he breaks off to look at you, is that he would kill to be the only one you look at the way you are looking at him, right now. He pauses for some infinitesimal length of time, absolutely paralyzed by sheer wanting. Now his voice is husky.]
T-that's a yes then. Touch, move.
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Not that she has any protests, of course. That much should have been obvious to you in how she kissed you right back, how she welcome you into your mouth and let her tongue slide against yours, let herself taste the way you taste. She'll never get tired of it.
When she breaks away from you, she's smirking. She's also hooked one of her legs behind yours, and has her arms hooked over your shoulders.]
Consummating our promise before we even have a ceremony, is it?
[Not that she minds, of course. It's not as if you haven't wrangled each other into bed before.]
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Nonetheless, it is taking far, far too long for him (even though it has been, what, only a few seconds and he's halfway done?), so he snarls through gritted teeth and you feel two things: both your clothes are all gone, and a low, steady, almost inaudible bass note coursing through your bodies and all around the room.
Celestial Mastery was invented in the pursuit of heavenly bodies, after all.
He traces a series of small, nibbling kisses starting from the center of your now-naked chest, left index finger tracing lazy circles around a nipple, right hand tangling itself through your hair. He kisses you up the neck, along the jaw, all the way behind an ear, which he nips, quickly, between his teeth. That's when he answers you, voice impossibly husky it's a wonder he got the words out at all.]
Following your logic, we've been married lo, those many years ago. [Now he's nibbling at your lower lip, speaking through against your mouth.] I love the thought of that.
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Didn't you ever wonder why none of the other Arrows ever tried to approach you?
[Saying that teasingly, as she's letting her hands roam over the expanse of your back. One of her feet is also idly running itself along the back of one of your legs.]
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Have I ever told you how glad I am that you own me?
[He's pretty sure he has, but he slides his length back and forth over your clit anyway. Just to emphasize the point.]
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It's getting incredibly difficult to breathe now, because she's painfully aware of the familiar shape of you against her crotch. Her hips are aware of it too, from the way they're rolling up in an attempt to push her clit up closer to your cock. ]
You better be.
[ The heat of that statement is tempered by how much you've thrown her. ]