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Charlie Pace ([personal profile] bloodyrockgod) wrote2006-06-08 06:20 pm

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There are swans in Hyde Park, both black and white. There are trees to sit under and white chairs by the river, and most days, even at its busiest, it's peaceful and green.

Charlie and Darien sit on the grass under a large oak, far away enough from the river that their picnic is not a temptation to the swans. It's warm out--for Britain--and Charlie is soaking up the sun.

It's good to be home.



[ooc: mun's memories of London are fuzzy, woe. obviously she needs to go back.]

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-06-09 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"You going to tell me 'no'? After all, it's not a question you ask if you don't know the answer."

And there's a bit of bitterness, a bit of fear. Darien's not perfect, far from, and the whole thing is really easy to see as Charlie not wanting to be married to him as opposed to Charlie not wanting to be married.

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-06-09 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"I've got the hips for it."

A light wiggle.

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-06-09 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Another nod.

"That was pretty much my idea."

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-06-09 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes," he says carefully, "my plan involved no intrigue, death, torture, pain, or horrible wasting diseases. I thought it was brilliant, and I would have succeeded if it weren't for that dog and those pesky kids in the psychadelic van."

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-06-09 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
He looks up at Charlie.

"Will you--"

A hand fumbles in his pocket until he pulls out a black box that opens to show an interesting sort of ring (http://www.ka-gold-jewelry.com/images/products-800/mobius-ring/mobius-ring14.jpg).

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-06-09 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Um... marry, that is..." and he's scratching the back of his head, "me?"

And he sees it in Charlie's eyes but he has to be sure. Has to be sure of something.

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-06-09 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Charlie's not breathing for a few hours.

There's some fumbling with his hands as the ring is pulled from the box and slipped onto Charlie's finger, the right one (so yes, some more fumbling) but it gets there.

It's there.

That's what counts. He said yes and it's there.

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-06-09 03:20 am (UTC)(link)









"Now?"

And he's breathing hard. It's one word but it's simple, quiet. Does Charlie want to go, head to Vegas, get it done right now and walk into that bar like nothing had changed (because, really, had it? Maybe it had, but only for them. Not in any other way) or were they going to do this traditional?

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-06-09 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Whatever you want, baby," and he's leaving this entirely in Charlie's hands. "Anything you want."

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-06-09 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
He grins and nods.

"Like I said."

[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com 2006-06-09 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
"And for sex. We need time for that. Lots of time. And a bed. And a room. And lube. And sex."

Lots of nodding.