Torque Shriver (panthera_onca) wrote in cambioncity, @ 2013-01-06 23:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | iona, iona and torque, torque |
Do what I do: Imagine the audience naked.
Who: Torque and Iona
What: Birthdays and important questions
When: Late night
Where: Their place
The standard equation, as he had gleaned it from movies and magazines and just about every other form of media that had been blasted his way, was an expensive dinner at a swanky restaurant, a suit for him, a pretty dress for her, candlelight and potentially making a fool of himself in public. The last had to do with the box tucked away in a drawer, as it had waited tucked beneath rolls of socks for him to find the perfect moment to ask the question that went along with it. That was inscribed in red cartoonish font on the inside of the box's lid, even. And yet, when Torque had gone to plan such things, nothing in that equation had felt quite right. None of it had felt quite him, let alone him and her.
Oh, she was always beautiful in a dress, and it was her birthday which made it either the worst or best timing of it but still...
A swanky traditional thing had been tossed out the window in favor of a day pass for laser tag and the best damn pizza Cambion City had to offer. Iona strapped into the light up vest with laser gun in her hand had been a thing to see, all grins and promises of no mercy and heading off after to the restaurant where they were swept in by the motherly older Italian woman who always remembered his name and heaped attention and flattery on them right along with the food.
The knowledge that Patience was being looked after by her long time sitter, whom the little girl had grown to adore, had let them fall onto their bed the moment they got home, breathless with laughter. Somewhere in the midst of it all he had given her her present - the pair of hand puppets of her favorite Muppets likely nothing like what he 'should' have given her and everything like what he wanted to. And then there was the box that sat waiting in his sock drawer, and now several hours after they had gotten back and a short nap still heavy in his eyes, he thought it might be time to give it to her.
He probably should stop breaking important news to her while sprawled on his stomach beside her with his hair mussed to no end and the both of them down to their skins. Probably, but likely wouldn't.
"Hey Iona?"