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[bloodyrockgod]

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.]

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[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"It's next to my wallet," he answers without even thinking about it.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie rolls on top of Darien and slides a hand into his back pocket. "Just checking," he says innocently.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

Darien smirks at Charlie and holds him right where he is with warm, long-fingered hands on both hips and a lazy smile.

"That so?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"'Tis," he says again and kisses he tip of Darien's nose. "You've had a good time here, yeah?" he asks quietly.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He looks at Charlie as if this was a silly question.

"I'm with you, ain't I?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Just checking," he says again, and Darien gets a much longer kiss. "Do you realize we've been together for seven months, as of yesterday?"

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

Blinks.

"You're keeping track, babe?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Of course," Charlie says and moves off him to sit on the grass again. "I've never had a relationship last this long before. It's been kinda--nice. You know?"

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He nods, after a moment. Then he nods again.

"I can't say I've-- well, okay, life's been better, but if you subtract the death, insanity, mayhem, terrorism, and forced employment, I've never had a better seven months in my life."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Minus everything but me," Charlie says, shaking his head. "Oh, puppy . . ." He gathers Darien to him and kisses him hard. "Love you."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He's too busy kissing back to respond.

[bloodyrockgod]

When Charlie pulls back he's smiling, and strokes Darien's cheekbone with the tips of his fingers.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

And Darien's just enjoying it for the moment it is, head rolling back and eyes shut in bliss.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Puppy?" Charlie says quietly. "Do you--I mean--you ever thin about--us--married?"









He said it.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He nods. Without hesitation.

"I mean, the governments a bitch about the whole thing, but I figure there's always Canada."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Oh," Charlie says faintly.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"What?"

...he's very confused.

[bloodyrockgod]

"'Cause. Um. I." He swallows hard. "I have. Um. Very ambivelant feelings towards marriage."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

Blink.

"Oh. Uh... define ambivalent?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Well--two conflicting feelings at once, I suppose. I mean--Dar. I love you. You're--you're it for me. You're the beginning and the end for me. Yeah? You've loved me more and better than anybody I've been with and you make me so happy--"

He sighs. "I'm so scared," he says slowly, "that if we get married, everything will change. And not for the better."

He swallows hard again.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"'Change alone is eternal, perpetual, immortal.'" he quotes, perfectly serious.

"Change happens, Charlie. The only thing that's dangerous is when you try and halt things. Then it all goes to hell."

[bloodyrockgod]

He looks at Darien and then looks away. "What if I panic?" he says quietly. "I've done it before. It's stupid and immature--but I've still done it.

"Did I ever tell you I used to date David?"

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"Did I ever tell you he told me I crawled up him after performing fellatio on a fudgesicle?"

He rolls his eyes.

"What the hell does it matter? What does it have to do with anything, Charlie? So you freak. So what?"

And he takes Charlie's head in his hands, makes him look at him.

"I'm an expert at freaking even when I don't want to, man. You know it. I know it. I don't have a choice. And you know what? You don't need a fucked up gland in your head to freak you out against your will. You ever choose to leave me? I mean, really choose? FINE. But I fucked up too many times to let you go over a screw up. Over freaking out. Do you hear me, Charlie Pace?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Because David gave me a fucking ring and I fucking slept with another bloke!"

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"And you put me in a dress and we slept with another bloke!" He points out.