milliways_bar

[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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[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.

[bloodyrockgod]

"I asked you if it was okay!"

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"What the hell do you think a proposal is Charlie?"

[bloodyrockgod]

He blinks at this. "Seems to me it's the kind of question you only ask when you know the answer is going to be yes."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"I know you want to be with me forever," he answers quietly. "I don't have to ask about that. What you're asking when you ask that is you wanna be married. I do. Wouldn't ask if I didn't want it. What you answer is whether you wanna be married."

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie looks away again. His voice is trembling when he says, "So are you going to ask?"

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"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.

[bloodyrockgod]

"I don't know what my answer would be," he says honestly, painfully. "I don't want to get married just to keep from losing you.

"I mean, if we did get married . . . it would pretty much be a symbolic gesture, yeah? Given--everything? Us living in two different realities, to start with? It would just be to tell everybody we're exclusive and permanent. Yeah?"

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He nods.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Hm."

Charlie rubs his chin.

There's a little bit of mischief in his eyes as he says, "You wouldn't make me wear the dress, would you?"

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"I've got the hips for it."

A light wiggle.

[bloodyrockgod]

"And it wouldn't have to be crazy fol-de-rol, would it? I mean, we could do it simply? And then after--it'd still be you and me, just . . . just married now."

There's a smile lurking behind his hand as he continues nervously rubbing his beard.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

Another nod.

"That was pretty much my idea."

[bloodyrockgod]

"That doesn't sound so bad," he says slowly.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"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."

[bloodyrockgod]

"You should have known it was hopeless once the psychadelic van showed up."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

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).

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie looks at the ring.

Looks at Darien.

He can't say a word but his eyes, his face, his smile--they all says Yes. Always. Yes.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"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.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie starts nodding. "Yeah. Yes. Yes. Marry you. Yes. Let's. Yes. Do that."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

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.

[bloodyrockgod]

Breathing? This is important why?

There's kisses to be had and tears to be wept and a wonderful, perfect, lovely Darien to be snuggled and touched and looked at with amazement.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"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?

[bloodyrockgod]

"I--I--I don't know--never even thought about it--"

So many questions of if that he's never considered how.