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Log: Complete
When; Nov. 5th ( Backdated like WHOA )
Rating; PG
Characters; V![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
velated_v, Evey ever_evey
Summary; Three years, three 5ths, and now the nature of V and Evey's relationship is forever changed.
( Yes, the proposal/marriage log )
Log;
V basked in the warm afterglow of their lovemaking.
He never could predict how it would affect him. Sometimes it invigorated him to the point that he felt that he either had to rise from the bed to do battle with his fat metal friend ( a recent find in the City's back alleys, and a worthy replacement to the old suit in the gallery) or remain and repeat the performance until his body, or Evey, had finally had enough. Other times it calmed him almost instantly, allowing him a rare, tranquil respite from his body's usual frenetic kinetic compulsion.
This time he was thankfully calm and blissfully relaxed, his arms thrown around his lover's body and tucked under her arms, his head resting on her chest as she ran her fingers over his head and shoulders, stroking his scarred hide.
He sighed heavily in utter contentment at his current state of being.
His thoughts returned to the days earlier events, and the way Evey had looked while laughing, and covered in sticky toffee.....
He felt himself smile at the memory of the way the light from the fire picked out amber highlights in her hair, and how she had curled against him as they shared his cloak.
" Have I mentioned how beautiful you are as of late?"
He asked, playfully nuzzling at her breast, when he had not a few minutes ago said something to do with her beauty in a far more -ah- 'forceful' manner.
-
Mmm," Evey answered, trailing her fingers over his scalp and through the small patch of hair left at the back of his head. "Yeah, you tell me every once in a while, V." She gave a breathy laugh and kissed the crown of his head.
"You know, I did have something for you," she said playfully, her hands stilling and coming to rest lightly on the back of his neck. "But we were so...distracted...when we returned that I didn’t have a chance to give it to you."
Her smile broadened at the memory--how the lights had gone off and the mask had been removed scant moments after they’d returned from the evening's festivities. Any thoughts of the small package she'd tucked away in a drawer of her wardrobe had flown out of her mind the moment they’d kissed.
"...Would you like it now?" she asked. It wouldn't do to forget about it again...and besides that, he'd mentioned that he had something for her as well, and she couldn't help but be curious as to what it was.
-
He smiled up at her, and marvelled agian how this exquisite creature was his?
Well....as much 'his' as he could make her.
This thought, coupled with the earlier mental image of the bonfire and the memories of the previous november fifths; when they had met, and then been parted, gave him pause.
Yes, he had considered a more commited relationship, and it's implications....and soundly refused to dwell on either. It would not be fair to her to ask such a thing at all, and moreover, it would not be fair to ask such a commitement of her if she did not desire it.....but with against his own best intentions, he couldn;t help feeling a certain hot, tight, sensation in his chest at the thought of her being anyone else's...even the logic that, as a dead man, he had little to offer her had become a dying protest against presenting a very poignient question to her.
He had not made up his mind entirely to ask, though he had found and saved a gift for her since late june, and whether she accepted his proposal or not, he intended for her to have it tonight.
It was too appropriate not to as on this particular date.
"...If you wish. " he replied quietly, running his fingers over her sternum, between her breasts, until they came to rest over her belly. " I have a gift for you as well.." he said softly, feeling lulled by the trace of her fingers, and wondering idly if the significance of this date had elicited similar thoughts for her as it had for him.
-
She was loathe to disentangle herself from their embrace but slipped out of bed anyway, moving quickly over to her wardrobe. The air was cool on her bare skin as she pulled from one drawer a small package. Turning to face her lover once more, she hurried back to him and slid into her usual place in bed.
Evey had spotted the little book by chance in a dusty old shop, shoved haphazardly next to a book on the life cycle of the fire ant: a brown, leatherbound book with the name Cardenio stamped in gold leaf on the spine. The moment she saw it, forgotten memories of her childhood--of her mother waxing poetic over one of Shakespeare's lost plays--had flooded her mind, and (remembering that she hadn't seen it on the shelves in their home) she immediately snatched it up.
"It's nothing much," she murmured, pressing herself close to him as she handed him his gift, "but--tonight's a special night." It was their anniversary, the anniversary of his revolution and of Fawkes' attempted one, and the closest V had to a birthday. "And I thought you might like it..."
-
After sitting up, and recieving the book, he ran one scarred hand over the aged leather, and traced the gold leaf with reverent fingertips.
" Love, it's wonderful." He said with a grin, and turned to kiss her cheek.
For all he loathed this vicious carnival, there was the occasional moment of joy to make life bearable, and allow him to keep his sanity. ( Or rather, what he may have left of it, as some would say)
Drawing a deep breath he continued to inspect the binding, and turn the book over in his hands.
Truly, it was a wonderful gift, and form Evey, everything was that much sweeter.
......But now it was coming down to his turn.
He had faced down powerful men without thought, and since coming to this city, had fought monsters, angels, and demons alike, yet for all of that, he was not afraid.
Was that what this sensation was? Fear?
He couldn't tell, but with Evey, there were so many things that felt half-alien, and strange. Some things he could almost remember having felt prior, but there was no memory to accompany the sensation.
The silence continued, and Evey seemed to be becoming a little concerned.
Another deep breath, a glance at her, and he found his courage.
V similarly stood, donned his dressing gown against the autumn chill, and walked from the room entirely.
Thier home was very well furnished now, after nearly 7 months of tenure.
He moved through the great room, and into the modest greenhouse which now doubled as his study, with a desk set against the far wall, and covered with hard-copy, trinkets, and photographs that littered the Interlink terminal as well as the surrounding area, and his single free-standing filing cabinet.
Setting aside a small stack of disks, he pulled open a very small drawer, and removed an object only slightly larger than his palm.
Returning, he did not take up his own favored seat within thier bed, but instead knelt beside Evey's, and took one of her hands in his free one.
" Eve....I have something that I feel I must tell you, but it is difficult for me to put into words correctly"-quite a statement for one so usually eloquent-" so I ask that you do not jump to conclusions, nor interrupt me before I finish.".
She gave her assent, and he found looking into her amber eyes helped him keep his voice steady, and calm.
"“I want you to know that I would marry you if things were different. However, you already know that I do not believe that any government should oversee so personal and intimate a promise, and even if such a government were to exist here, I would never pursue a legal union. "
He looked away, and shook his head slowly then. “You also know that, although I do believe in the almighty, I do not follow any particular religion. Therefore, I will not go through with a religious ceremony for it would be meaningless to me...”
V made a painful sound, having looked up and noted her expression. He squeezed her hand in quick reassurance, his eyes gently holding her own. “Love, I am not saying that you are unworthy or that I will not have you. Quite the contrary...”
On his knees before her, he took her right hand and suddenly pushed something into her palm, then holding it closed tightly about the item.
“I’m offering you my own proposal...” he continued.
“Not all that very long ago I promised you everything that I owned; my home, my books, my gallery, a train... I promised you everything except myself, for I could not know that I would survive once my purpose was fulfilled.” He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. “But you found me. I did not so much return to you than was pulled back to you... By your own actions, you showed me how desperately you wanted me...So much so you followed me to the ends of the earth and beyond."
He took a deep breath and released it with a slight shudder....The moment of truth was nearly upon him.
"Evey, I love you.” His hands shook where they gripped her own and then his fingers loosened their grip and instead encouraged her to open her hand.
Nestled within her palm was a gold filigree ring, its intricate, but delicate metal holding a single diamond framed by two garnets.
“Evey...” His voice was pitched low and urgent. “Will you be my wife; not in the eyes of the government, nor in the eyes of a religion, but in the eyes of the one who made us... and in both of our hearts from this day forth?”
-
"Yes, V." She didn't hesitate in answering his question; in fact, she breathed her answer barely a moment after he finished proposing. Her mind was blissfully free of any uncertainty, and her conviction showed in the way the tone of her words matched his.
Her voice was low and quiet, and her mouth curved into a smile--an expression far from the hurt frown she'd worn a few moments ago, when he'd begun to speak. Evey slid the gold band onto the ring finger of her left hand and raised her hand up, to better see the exquisite little ring that now glinted there.
"It's beautiful, love," she murmured--and leaned closer to him, cupping his face in her hands and drawing him up to her for a long kiss. When they broke apart for breath, their lips millimeters away from each other, she considered her last words to him. In light of this most recent development in their relationship, she wanted desperately to try out a different name for him; simply "love" didn’t feel quite right at that moment.
"You know, I don't want you to catch cold, kneeling there." Another teasing, inviting kiss, as her fingertips slid down his cheeks, over his neck, and down to rest at the edge of his dressing gown. "Come back to bed, husband."
-
His eyes remained closed, but a giddy sensation of relief, and joy was making it difficult to think properly.
"Name me again?" He asked softly, as he rose, and kissed her cheek, his height, and larger stature coaxing her onto her back.
She was too far away now...too far, and he wanted so badly to curl up around her, and either laugh or cry, he could not tell...
-
Her grin grew wider at his request, arms wrapping around him as he did as she requested and returned to their bed. "My dearest husband."
Those few words might have been followed by more--the rather cheeky request that they make a proper celebration of this--had his mouth not descended upon hers then.
~*~
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
- Sonnet 116
Rating; PG
Characters; V
velated_v, Evey ever_evey Summary; Three years, three 5ths, and now the nature of V and Evey's relationship is forever changed.
( Yes, the proposal/marriage log )
Log;
V basked in the warm afterglow of their lovemaking.
He never could predict how it would affect him. Sometimes it invigorated him to the point that he felt that he either had to rise from the bed to do battle with his fat metal friend ( a recent find in the City's back alleys, and a worthy replacement to the old suit in the gallery) or remain and repeat the performance until his body, or Evey, had finally had enough. Other times it calmed him almost instantly, allowing him a rare, tranquil respite from his body's usual frenetic kinetic compulsion.
This time he was thankfully calm and blissfully relaxed, his arms thrown around his lover's body and tucked under her arms, his head resting on her chest as she ran her fingers over his head and shoulders, stroking his scarred hide.
He sighed heavily in utter contentment at his current state of being.
His thoughts returned to the days earlier events, and the way Evey had looked while laughing, and covered in sticky toffee.....
He felt himself smile at the memory of the way the light from the fire picked out amber highlights in her hair, and how she had curled against him as they shared his cloak.
" Have I mentioned how beautiful you are as of late?"
He asked, playfully nuzzling at her breast, when he had not a few minutes ago said something to do with her beauty in a far more -ah- 'forceful' manner.
-
Mmm," Evey answered, trailing her fingers over his scalp and through the small patch of hair left at the back of his head. "Yeah, you tell me every once in a while, V." She gave a breathy laugh and kissed the crown of his head.
"You know, I did have something for you," she said playfully, her hands stilling and coming to rest lightly on the back of his neck. "But we were so...distracted...when we returned that I didn’t have a chance to give it to you."
Her smile broadened at the memory--how the lights had gone off and the mask had been removed scant moments after they’d returned from the evening's festivities. Any thoughts of the small package she'd tucked away in a drawer of her wardrobe had flown out of her mind the moment they’d kissed.
"...Would you like it now?" she asked. It wouldn't do to forget about it again...and besides that, he'd mentioned that he had something for her as well, and she couldn't help but be curious as to what it was.
-
He smiled up at her, and marvelled agian how this exquisite creature was his?
Well....as much 'his' as he could make her.
This thought, coupled with the earlier mental image of the bonfire and the memories of the previous november fifths; when they had met, and then been parted, gave him pause.
Yes, he had considered a more commited relationship, and it's implications....and soundly refused to dwell on either. It would not be fair to her to ask such a thing at all, and moreover, it would not be fair to ask such a commitement of her if she did not desire it.....but with against his own best intentions, he couldn;t help feeling a certain hot, tight, sensation in his chest at the thought of her being anyone else's...even the logic that, as a dead man, he had little to offer her had become a dying protest against presenting a very poignient question to her.
He had not made up his mind entirely to ask, though he had found and saved a gift for her since late june, and whether she accepted his proposal or not, he intended for her to have it tonight.
It was too appropriate not to as on this particular date.
"...If you wish. " he replied quietly, running his fingers over her sternum, between her breasts, until they came to rest over her belly. " I have a gift for you as well.." he said softly, feeling lulled by the trace of her fingers, and wondering idly if the significance of this date had elicited similar thoughts for her as it had for him.
-
She was loathe to disentangle herself from their embrace but slipped out of bed anyway, moving quickly over to her wardrobe. The air was cool on her bare skin as she pulled from one drawer a small package. Turning to face her lover once more, she hurried back to him and slid into her usual place in bed.
Evey had spotted the little book by chance in a dusty old shop, shoved haphazardly next to a book on the life cycle of the fire ant: a brown, leatherbound book with the name Cardenio stamped in gold leaf on the spine. The moment she saw it, forgotten memories of her childhood--of her mother waxing poetic over one of Shakespeare's lost plays--had flooded her mind, and (remembering that she hadn't seen it on the shelves in their home) she immediately snatched it up.
"It's nothing much," she murmured, pressing herself close to him as she handed him his gift, "but--tonight's a special night." It was their anniversary, the anniversary of his revolution and of Fawkes' attempted one, and the closest V had to a birthday. "And I thought you might like it..."
-
After sitting up, and recieving the book, he ran one scarred hand over the aged leather, and traced the gold leaf with reverent fingertips.
" Love, it's wonderful." He said with a grin, and turned to kiss her cheek.
For all he loathed this vicious carnival, there was the occasional moment of joy to make life bearable, and allow him to keep his sanity. ( Or rather, what he may have left of it, as some would say)
Drawing a deep breath he continued to inspect the binding, and turn the book over in his hands.
Truly, it was a wonderful gift, and form Evey, everything was that much sweeter.
......But now it was coming down to his turn.
He had faced down powerful men without thought, and since coming to this city, had fought monsters, angels, and demons alike, yet for all of that, he was not afraid.
Was that what this sensation was? Fear?
He couldn't tell, but with Evey, there were so many things that felt half-alien, and strange. Some things he could almost remember having felt prior, but there was no memory to accompany the sensation.
The silence continued, and Evey seemed to be becoming a little concerned.
Another deep breath, a glance at her, and he found his courage.
V similarly stood, donned his dressing gown against the autumn chill, and walked from the room entirely.
Thier home was very well furnished now, after nearly 7 months of tenure.
He moved through the great room, and into the modest greenhouse which now doubled as his study, with a desk set against the far wall, and covered with hard-copy, trinkets, and photographs that littered the Interlink terminal as well as the surrounding area, and his single free-standing filing cabinet.
Setting aside a small stack of disks, he pulled open a very small drawer, and removed an object only slightly larger than his palm.
Returning, he did not take up his own favored seat within thier bed, but instead knelt beside Evey's, and took one of her hands in his free one.
" Eve....I have something that I feel I must tell you, but it is difficult for me to put into words correctly"-quite a statement for one so usually eloquent-" so I ask that you do not jump to conclusions, nor interrupt me before I finish.".
She gave her assent, and he found looking into her amber eyes helped him keep his voice steady, and calm.
"“I want you to know that I would marry you if things were different. However, you already know that I do not believe that any government should oversee so personal and intimate a promise, and even if such a government were to exist here, I would never pursue a legal union. "
He looked away, and shook his head slowly then. “You also know that, although I do believe in the almighty, I do not follow any particular religion. Therefore, I will not go through with a religious ceremony for it would be meaningless to me...”
V made a painful sound, having looked up and noted her expression. He squeezed her hand in quick reassurance, his eyes gently holding her own. “Love, I am not saying that you are unworthy or that I will not have you. Quite the contrary...”
On his knees before her, he took her right hand and suddenly pushed something into her palm, then holding it closed tightly about the item.
“I’m offering you my own proposal...” he continued.
“Not all that very long ago I promised you everything that I owned; my home, my books, my gallery, a train... I promised you everything except myself, for I could not know that I would survive once my purpose was fulfilled.” He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. “But you found me. I did not so much return to you than was pulled back to you... By your own actions, you showed me how desperately you wanted me...So much so you followed me to the ends of the earth and beyond."
He took a deep breath and released it with a slight shudder....The moment of truth was nearly upon him.
"Evey, I love you.” His hands shook where they gripped her own and then his fingers loosened their grip and instead encouraged her to open her hand.
Nestled within her palm was a gold filigree ring, its intricate, but delicate metal holding a single diamond framed by two garnets.
“Evey...” His voice was pitched low and urgent. “Will you be my wife; not in the eyes of the government, nor in the eyes of a religion, but in the eyes of the one who made us... and in both of our hearts from this day forth?”
-
"Yes, V." She didn't hesitate in answering his question; in fact, she breathed her answer barely a moment after he finished proposing. Her mind was blissfully free of any uncertainty, and her conviction showed in the way the tone of her words matched his.
Her voice was low and quiet, and her mouth curved into a smile--an expression far from the hurt frown she'd worn a few moments ago, when he'd begun to speak. Evey slid the gold band onto the ring finger of her left hand and raised her hand up, to better see the exquisite little ring that now glinted there.
"It's beautiful, love," she murmured--and leaned closer to him, cupping his face in her hands and drawing him up to her for a long kiss. When they broke apart for breath, their lips millimeters away from each other, she considered her last words to him. In light of this most recent development in their relationship, she wanted desperately to try out a different name for him; simply "love" didn’t feel quite right at that moment.
"You know, I don't want you to catch cold, kneeling there." Another teasing, inviting kiss, as her fingertips slid down his cheeks, over his neck, and down to rest at the edge of his dressing gown. "Come back to bed, husband."
-
His eyes remained closed, but a giddy sensation of relief, and joy was making it difficult to think properly.
"Name me again?" He asked softly, as he rose, and kissed her cheek, his height, and larger stature coaxing her onto her back.
She was too far away now...too far, and he wanted so badly to curl up around her, and either laugh or cry, he could not tell...
-
Her grin grew wider at his request, arms wrapping around him as he did as she requested and returned to their bed. "My dearest husband."
Those few words might have been followed by more--the rather cheeky request that they make a proper celebration of this--had his mouth not descended upon hers then.
~*~
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
- Sonnet 116