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Will you be mine?

Etienne looks down into the box in his hand as he floats around nervously outside the doorway of the library, where Renee's sitting with a book on arcane hexes.

He looks down at the Claddagh ring, remembering the last time he'd loved enough to want to give it. How he'd spent long hours trying to make sure it was ready before he had to leave home forever to start his new life. Time he probabably should have spent making preparations for leaving, as he'd ended up rushing around last minute, but he'd loved Amelia so much for sticking by him when he was about to lose everything he'd known his whole life.

At least he'd thought she was sticking with him. How could he have known she'd leave him then, a fading image on the docks as he sailed away... having to go down and meet the pitying looks of the only two friends who'd chosen to go into exile with him.

The ring was a claddagh. A little thing he'd seen and learned about in Ireland when he used to travel, and he'd loved it right away. The stone in a claddagh ring was usually a diamond or emerald, but this one was special, made with a ruby; symbolic of passion, of love: of giving the heart.

It was odd, how a heart could heal so. He loved Renee more than he knew it was possible to love anyone, eclipsing half-remembered feelings for Amelia like a matchstick beside a vast, burning sun. He takes a deep breath, not because he needs it, but to clear his head, and strides in slowly, closed ring box clasped tightly in his hand, at his side.


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Apr. 8th, 2007 07:15 pm (UTC)
Bookworm mode is full steam ahead. The hair is up in a clip this time, the ends spraying out like a golden geyser gone mad. She has a pencil too, tapping it in an unknown rhythm between her teeth. There is a half-flipped through notepad beside her on the arm of the three-seater couch, notes from the books and a few scrawls of artwork in the margins. Nothing spectacular. Most were of diagrams for more complex notations. She's wearing bottle-green top that's long sleeved and off the shoulders paired with snug-fitted jeans. Somehow the green accentuates her delicate pallor, her muscular definition apparent via the close-fitted sleeves and even more pronounced from all the training she's been undertaking. She had to be in top form if she were to be instructing Annie effectively. It was only practical.

The door opens and she looks up, a smile spreads slowly onto her face. Her hand moves her pencil away from her face and she places it in her lap. "Hey, babe," she breathes, eyelids dropping slightly as she openly eyes him.
Apr. 8th, 2007 07:27 pm (UTC)
"Hi." Etienne replies unusually shyly. He was like a teenage boy, at the age old enough to notice girls, but not brave enough to make that interest known. "..may I join you?" The hand clasping the ring box tightens a bit.
Apr. 8th, 2007 07:33 pm (UTC)
She's kind of surprised by his conduct, but then remembers how timid he can be, smiling sweetly. "You never need ask." Her legs are curled up on the next seat, feet bare. A pair of non-descript slip-on ballet flats are on the floor beneath her where he feet would've been when she slipped out of them. She straightens up on the chair, pulling her feet further in so he can sit right beside her.
Apr. 8th, 2007 07:37 pm (UTC)
Etienne sits beside her, drinking her in with his eyes. "You're so beautiful." He murmurs, leaning over to kiss her cheek, lightly and tenderly. "There's something I'd like to give you, Renee, if you'll have it." 'And me' this last thought unvoiced but implied. He opens the hand holding the ring box, bringing it up slowly.
Apr. 8th, 2007 07:52 pm (UTC)
At his gentle words her head swims and a blush overcomes her normally-pale cheeks. She turns to face him, letting her feet drop to the floor to allow him closer to her.

She doesn't know quite what to say; he's never offered her anything before. His hand opens and she looks down. It's a box. It's a ring box. Her heart seizes in her chest and for a moment it's like she's stopped breathing but her heart is compensating for the loss by beating harder and faster, echoing deeply throughout the room. She gazes at the box as it rises higher, her eyes flicking up to Etienne in an elated shock of sorts. She's absolutely speechless.
Apr. 8th, 2007 08:02 pm (UTC)
"The hands are for friendship
The heart is for love
And the crown is for loyalty
Held high above." He recites softly, opeining the box. "It's a claddagh ring."
Apr. 8th, 2007 08:11 pm (UTC)
Her left hand lifts daintily to her palpitating chest. It's going to thunder from her chest soon enough, she could very well swear. The stong of tears are pricking at her eyes but she has enough control to keep them in, the saltwater sparkling within them instead. The box opens and she can't believe her eyes. The tears are getting more insistent and she's starting to have difficulty stemming them back.
Apr. 8th, 2007 08:16 pm (UTC)
It's a ring of rich yellow gold, hands and crown encircling a softly blazing ruby heart.

"The claddagh ring is a symbol of love, loyalty, and commitment." Etienne explains softly. "It can also be a wedding or betrothal ring." He stops nervously, awaiting her response with a fluttering heart.
Apr. 8th, 2007 08:19 pm (UTC)
That's all it takes. The tears are flowing now, regardless of if she tries to stop them. She draws a shuddering breath, still unable to say anything. Her hand flies from her chest and to his, feeling his heartbeat under her hand, trying to convey the words of love she wants to say to him, as with every other time she has offered him that gesture. "Are... are you asking me to marry you?"
Apr. 8th, 2007 08:27 pm (UTC)
"If.. If you'll have me." Etienne stammers.
Apr. 8th, 2007 08:33 pm (UTC)
Hot tears run down her face, and her other hand comes up to her mouth. She's not used to all these girly emotions, and they're not so used to her either. Yet. Her bottom lip is quivering and she can't afford to try speech yet. She's afraid that she'd squeak or squeal or something equally diminishing in character. Words are catching in her throat, her heart is full and brimming over. She does all she can: she nods in a pronounced fashion as her eyes glass over.
Apr. 8th, 2007 08:36 pm (UTC)
With shaking hands Etienne slides the ring onto her right hand, heart in, crown out, signifying betrothal or engagement. He smiles softly, staring into her eyes.
Apr. 8th, 2007 08:44 pm (UTC)
He draws her hand away from her mouth to place the ring on her finger. She looks down at it with her hand spread out. The blood-red of the ruby stands out against her skin, beautifully stark and meaningful. Finally she is able to say something... laughter bubbles up and out her mouth in bursts; the tears are still prevalent though and she sniffles back, taking his face into her newly-adorned hand, drawing him close. "I love you," she whispers shakily to him before kissing him gently.
Apr. 8th, 2007 08:46 pm (UTC)
Etienne kisses her back tenderly, his arms slipping around her. "I love you too, Renee... so much more than words can say."
Apr. 8th, 2007 09:02 pm (UTC)
The hand upon his chest moves to take the book from her lap and places it not-quite-so delicately upon the floor. Out of the way. She pulls him in, her legs rising and draping themselves over his knees. The closer she can get him the better. She can feel his heartbeat under her hand and she smiles. Her finger sparkles upon his jaw and she smiles at it and the thoughts that come with it. This was the beginning of a new chapter of her life. Hell, a new book! A book that they would write together... and Annie too... oh, Annie!

"What will we tell Annie?" she inquires softly, unwilling to break the bubble that's surrounding them.
Apr. 8th, 2007 09:04 pm (UTC)
"...The truth?" He says dumbly.
Apr. 8th, 2007 09:13 pm (UTC)
She laughs gently. "Of course. You asked me for my hand nervously and I nodded like a blubbering idiot." She's grinning. It's funny now. "When should we tell her, do you think?"
Apr. 8th, 2007 09:16 pm (UTC)
"That you're part of the family now."
Apr. 8th, 2007 09:21 pm (UTC)
Well, he certainly had a way with words. The hand upon his heart moves to take his face in her hands, her eyes overflowing with undying affection. She's so much more in love with him at that moment, and the feeling just keeps growing. He knows she's never had any such family to speak of before and now, she had the most fulfilling sense of completion. Telling him that she loves him doesn't seem to cut it right now. "I don't know how to say what that means to me," she resolves herself to, believing simplicity will serve her best in this instance.
Apr. 8th, 2007 10:06 pm (UTC)
Etienne smiles, a big goofy grin. "I'm glad."
Apr. 8th, 2007 10:11 pm (UTC)
She snuggles into him further, falling towards his chest and closing her eyes, the smallest hint of a smile playing upon the corners of her mouth. She titles her head up and kisses his jawline then rests her head back on his collarbone.
Apr. 8th, 2007 10:26 pm (UTC)
"Mm.." Etienne sighs. "We should go find Annie..." He says reluctantly. "Before we forget."
Apr. 8th, 2007 10:31 pm (UTC)
"Mmmm..." she replies back, not really looking like she was too intent on moving just yet. "We should." She blinks sluggishly... then moves slowly, reluctantly. The bubble is breaking.

She shifts her legs away from him and moves to the side of the couch she was on before, effectively removing herself from him completely. "Quick, before I change my mind..."
Apr. 8th, 2007 10:37 pm (UTC)
Etienne nods. "Did she say where she was headed after training?"
Apr. 8th, 2007 10:39 pm (UTC)
"She said she wanted to get back in touch... whatever that means." She slips on her shoes and lifts her arms up, offering Etienne her hands.
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