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Post by Fionnula mab Bevin on Feb 6, 2011 18:21:28 GMT -5
I had noticed since we went back to his townhome after the memorial the day before that Leon seemed a bit subdued. I hadn't wanted to badger him about it, so I kept quiet. The next morning though, he still seemed so lost in thought. Usually he was rather talkative with me.
I had been staying with him since that first night; neither of us could bear to think of being apart since then. I smiled to think on it, but my smile faded at the reminder that he was still acting strangely. Not that I was worried about any of it; I simply wanted him to be all right.
I was sitting up in bed, brushing my hair out so that it didn't tangle, heedless of my nudity around him by now. I was comfortable around the man I loved. I decided I should ask him, at least to make sure I hadn't done anything wrong.
"Leon," I ventured softly, "Is everything all right? You've been rather quiet and indrawn since we got back here--" It was so difficult not to say 'home' now-- "and I'm a bit worried. Have I done something wrong?" I bit my bottom lip, praying I hadn't.
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Post by Leon Charles d'Essoms on Feb 6, 2011 18:41:09 GMT -5
I had been quiet since the memorial, though I'd not truly realized it. A life cut so short had set my mind in motion. My mind was not not exactly dwelling upon the tragedy of Sabrina's death, though, nor even was I exactly worried about the possibility of my own life ending so abruptly. The latter thought, however, had set into motion the train of thought I found myself focusing on.
That train of thought had more to do with what I would have to show for my life if it did end so abruptly. A world of knowledge, but little in the way of accomplishments or good works, or even friends, let alone family. I had Fion, to be honest, and that was really it for the moment.
So when she asked her question as I was pouring myself a glass of water, I shook my head, turning to gaze upon her, looking so incredibly lovely as she sat there, brush in hand. "No, love. You've done nothing wrong...I've just been thinking a lot," I responded as I returned to the bed, still nude myself, the glass of water in hand. Reaching for her, I placed my hand comfortingly at the small of her back, smiling at her lovingly, "And its nothing bad...just reflecting on my life so far. About what I have to show for it, and where it is heading."
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Post by Fionnula mab Bevin on Feb 6, 2011 18:58:59 GMT -5
I blinked. Whatever I had been expecting, it certainly wasn't that. I didn't really have a response, so I simply smiled at him as he rested his hand on the small of my back. I never grew tired of him touching me, and I always welcomed his touch. Finishing my brushing, I tossed the brush over onto the table and gazed at him.
"And what is your conclusion, my love?" I said, gazing into his eyes with my customary grin.
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Post by Leon Charles d'Essoms on Feb 6, 2011 19:10:42 GMT -5
"My conclusion...well, to be honest I can't help but wonder how much of my life has been wasted. The knowledge I've gained has value, to be certain, but I've done so little with it," I told her truthfully, licking my lips a bit nervously before going on, "I've few real friends, and no family beyond my mother and younger sisters."
Taking a deep breath, my hand idly made its way up her back, following the curve of her spine. "The one thing that I have that I truly treasure is your love, and that I feel as if I lucked into," I went on, gazing happily into her eyes, "I must begin to think toward the future, Fion. I am young, but I am the patriarch of my family, as well."
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Post by Fionnula mab Bevin on Feb 6, 2011 19:21:20 GMT -5
I moved closer to him as he spoke, listening closely to his words and trying to figure out what he was trying to say. Move forward? Think toward the future? I frowned, trying to piece it all together. His hand was warm on my back and I loved it, loved the close contact. He had a smile on his face, and I was genuinely confused.
"So... Then..." I searched for words; I didn't know what to say. "Leon, what does it all mean?" I asked finally. "I'm a bit confused."
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Post by Leon Charles d'Essoms on Feb 6, 2011 19:44:52 GMT -5
"Yes...what it means.." I realized I was rambling when she questioned me, her eyes looking lost, and I realized I should get to the point before she became afraid, though my cheeks colored faintly as the next words left my lips, "It means that...well, that I want to court you, Fionnula mab Bevin. I want you to move in with me, and for us to begin considering our lives together."
It was a big step, in my mind, not only asking her to move in, but asking to court her. I didn't think she would say 'no', or I'd likely never have been able to bring myself to ask her, but the possibility did exist. As I waited to hear what she would have to say, I sat there, eyes fixed on her.
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Post by Fionnula mab Bevin on Feb 6, 2011 19:54:09 GMT -5
A huge smile split my face and, calmly as I could, I took his water glass from him, set it on the table, and then flew at him to wrap my arms around his neck in a hug, my hair flying out behind me as we tumbled over onto the bed.
"Oh Leon, yes of course you can court me, yes!" I exclaimed, pure joy in my heart. Our lives... together, he had said. Together! A giggled bubbled out of me and I kissed him hard. "You have no idea how happy you've made me!" I gushed. I didn't know what I'd done to deserve something so perfect, but I was happy that I'd done it. Leon wanted to court me! I squealed a bit, excitedly, not caring how silly I sounded.
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Post by Leon Charles d'Essoms on Feb 6, 2011 20:25:30 GMT -5
When the took the water out of my hand, I had no idea what was about to come. As I felt her fling herself at me, I smiled wide, and didn't try to stop her from bearing me backward, down to the bed. Her answer made my heart soar, and when Fion kissed me, I moaned deeply and returned the favor, my tongue seeking hers immediately.
Upon our lips parting, I smiled up into her eyes, my own sapphire gaze sparkling. "I might have some idea, given your answer, my love. You could not have made me any happier, Fion," I responded, letting out a deep breath as I relaxed under her, my nerves calming themselves finally.
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Post by Fionnula mab Bevin on Feb 6, 2011 20:37:25 GMT -5
Smiling, I hugged him once more before sitting up and pushing my hair out of my face, shaking my head to get it where it was comfortable. "Well," I said, "What happens now? Considering this is home--" Oh, that word rolled off my tongue-- "I suppose I should get my things from Joie and sir Quinn's house, and tell them we're courting," I mused. "Hmm..."
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Post by Leon Charles d'Essoms on Feb 6, 2011 20:45:31 GMT -5
Sitting up with her, I smiled as we spoke of what needed to be done now. "Yes, we need to inform them, and I need to write mother," I agreed with her; it made sense to inform our families, after all. I would have to be careful in my letter to explain things in a way that mother would...appreciate. "And though its not necessary, I was thinking, if you wanted to go and see about commissioning some more dresses, it might be a good idea," I added, reaching to draw my thumb across her cheekbone.
"That way they don't have to be laundered so often, and also so that you can get a few that would be appropriate for fetes or formal dinners," I went on to explain, my gaze remaining on hers. If we were courting, she would be the one to accompany me to such functions, were I ever invited, after all.
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Post by Fionnula mab Bevin on Feb 6, 2011 21:03:24 GMT -5
I blinked. Fetes? Formal dinners? I hadn't thought of that. "That's probably a good idea, love," I nodded. "You know, for all that I've been trained a warrior and been through some strange things in my life, I'm discovering the girl hidden deep down inside of me who enjoys shopping and fluffy things." I laughed, reaching over to the table for a grape and popping it my mouth.
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Post by Leon Charles d'Essoms on Feb 6, 2011 21:18:04 GMT -5
"Well, I am glad. For all that I don't mind your training as a warrior, I hope that you never have to use that training again," I told her truthfully; now that she'd accepted my wish to court her, talking of the future, even of the possibility of marriage, didn't seem as awkward. Reaching over to the tray, I took a few grapes for myself, popping them into my mouth one at a time.
"So we will make a day of it. Stop over at Joie's to tell her the good news, then find a clothier to make some new dresses for you," I said, finding myself excited at the day that was coming together for us.
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Post by Fionnula mab Bevin on Feb 6, 2011 21:40:49 GMT -5
I smiled happily, nodding in agreement. "That sounds like a wonderful day!" I said, watching him eat the grapes. He was so handsome, so caring, so intelligent, so wonderful... And we were courting. I giggled once more, out of sheer glee.
"So, are you going to put your opinion in on the dresses I have commissioned?" I asked him as I stood up and stretched, my back arching as my arms went above my head. Have you... any ideas on what you'd like to see me wear? I would please you with my clothing choices, especially since you have a title to uphold and, therefore, a standard to maintain."
I was a bit worried about being good enough for the world he lived in. I was a simple Eiran warrior, and escaped slave, certainly I had manners and knew how to keep my mouth shut, but I knew basic d'Angeline and any I did know, my accent muffled.
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