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[bequiet_hescreamed]

When; Sunday, March 20th. Around 4 in the afternoon.
Rating; G
Characters; pharles_at_life and conductyourself
Summary; Presea proposes to Clef, and all manner of fluffy cuteness ensues.
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The buds on the trees were just beginning to open, and new grass was just poking out from beneath the thick, composting cover of leaves on the forest floor.

Spring.

Just barely - winter still lingered in the cool shadows and the wind as it prepared to bring in the dusk. In a mere six months this entire area would be floating in green that would well up luxuriantly from the ground like a thick fog while the canopy overhead replaced the sky with twilight and accented the wildflowers below in natural spotlights. Clef silently led the way to a clearing crowded on all sides by the grey trunks of trees. Although there was no canopy above at this time of year, looking up one could see that the branches overhead did not quite meet in the middle. On a sunnier day, midsummer, a wide shaft of sunlight would filter into the clearing.

Clef said nothing, but stole a glance at his companion in lieu of asking what she thought.

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She laughed, pleased by his consideration, and knew this was the right moment. Her heart started pounding loudly in her chest. Even though she felt confident about this, she was still a little nervous. This was right for them, she felt, with a surety that had been with her ever since she began to carefully craft the ring (http://pics.livejournal.com/pharles_at_life/pic/0000hc0e) in her pocket. Her hands had been firm, then, when she was making it, her tools steady. She'd worked on it on and off for the better part of the month, setting it down and coming back to check each detail, to make sure that the metal was firm and wouldn't break. This was a forever ring. She wanted it to last that long, even if they didn't have forever. No one was guaranteed it, after all. Not here, not at home. But metal lasted. She thought it made a nice metaphor.

She laughed again, out of pure joy, and then she turned back to Clef. Leaning down on both knees to be at eye level with him, she pressed their foreheads together a moment and took both of his hands in her left one. With her right, she drew the ring from her pocket.

"Clef," she said, "Please be my life-partner. Accept this ring as a token that I would like to be bound to you for the rest of my days."

With that, she placed it in his hands. It was a short speech, one that she had secretly practiced several times in this past week. It had felt like nothing then, like it wouldn't be difficult to say at all. It felt like everything now. The blood was rushing in her ears and she could hardly hear herself speak, she was so focused on the expression on his face. Her nerves were on fire. She held her breath without realizing.