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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]

"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.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"Whatever you want, baby," and he's leaving this entirely in Charlie's hands. "Anything you want."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Let's--let's--let's think about it for a bit and talk about it and--and let me get used to the idea. 'Kay? 'Cause this gonna take a little getting used to."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He grins and nods.

"Like I said."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Okay." He's beaming. "A little time to figure out what we want and where and who and--and--everything."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"And for sex. We need time for that. Lots of time. And a bed. And a room. And lube. And sex."

Lots of nodding.

[bloodyrockgod]

"I am very relieved," Charlie says, regaining some of his equilibrium, "that our sex life is not going to take a hit with committment."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"I am committed to boinking you at every available opportunity."

How he does that with a straight face is anyone's guess.

[bloodyrockgod]

"And I am committed to encouraging such behavior as often as possible."

Like maybe as soon as they get back to Richard and Gary's flat.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

And in between the kisses and the laughter and everything that's Darien and everything that's Charlie, he pulls Charlie close and he says what all this has been about in three words, slow and quiet and more sure about it than he's ever been about anything.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie closes his eyes and smiles, and answers him the same way.