[With her own boots off and placed neatly to the side, Jill makes her way into the tub to join Clive. He needn't encourage her to rest against him all that much; she's of the same mind, and she settles into place with all the ease of belonging. Like this, she rests her head against his shoulder, cheek to chest, though she doesn't look up at him. Not yet. Her focus falls instead to his hands, and she takes the left one in hers in such a way that her fingers curl under his and her thumb presses against the bare base of his ring finger.]
We've certainly made ourselves at home, haven't we? I know there's something to be said for weighing one's options but... that doesn't feel right. This does.
[Sighing softly, she shimmies just a bit so she can reach her free hand into the small leather satchel attached to her belt. From it, she procures a ring, which she holds up for him to see. It's now that she looks up at him, watching to see how he reacts. If she feels silly at all about making this proposal while they're both fully clothed in a bathtub, it doesn't show; all she outwardly bears is a sense of peace.
And maybe some nervous energy, too. The good kind – the kind where she's about to leap from an unfamiliar height with full faith that her landing will be gentle.]
So, let's seal this claim with another vow. If my ring represents a love undying, and this house a home long fought for, then let this ring symbolise sanctuary – yours in me, and mine in you. And may we find rest and respite in each other, just like this, so long as this dream keeps our house standing and our rings bearing our warmth.
[Her grip on his hand shifts so that his fingers lay upon her palm. There's a tremble to her hand that she doesn't bother to hide because she feels no shame over what effects her love for him have on her.]
Will you accept it, Clive?
[A formality; she knows he will, in the same way that he'd known she'd accept his proposal. But they didn't fight as long and as hard as they did to take each other's voices, even when they can predict which words will come, so she awaits his answer.]
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Date: 2024-04-18 11:21 pm (UTC)We've certainly made ourselves at home, haven't we? I know there's something to be said for weighing one's options but... that doesn't feel right. This does.
[Sighing softly, she shimmies just a bit so she can reach her free hand into the small leather satchel attached to her belt. From it, she procures a ring, which she holds up for him to see. It's now that she looks up at him, watching to see how he reacts. If she feels silly at all about making this proposal while they're both fully clothed in a bathtub, it doesn't show; all she outwardly bears is a sense of peace.
And maybe some nervous energy, too. The good kind – the kind where she's about to leap from an unfamiliar height with full faith that her landing will be gentle.]
So, let's seal this claim with another vow. If my ring represents a love undying, and this house a home long fought for, then let this ring symbolise sanctuary – yours in me, and mine in you. And may we find rest and respite in each other, just like this, so long as this dream keeps our house standing and our rings bearing our warmth.
[Her grip on his hand shifts so that his fingers lay upon her palm. There's a tremble to her hand that she doesn't bother to hide because she feels no shame over what effects her love for him have on her.]
Will you accept it, Clive?
[A formality; she knows he will, in the same way that he'd known she'd accept his proposal. But they didn't fight as long and as hard as they did to take each other's voices, even when they can predict which words will come, so she awaits his answer.]