Bash Kingswood ⚔ Sebastian "Bash" de Poitiers (forgery) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2018-07-26 22:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, * terri, c: sebastian kingswood |
WHO: Bash Kingswood
WHEN: July 26th
WHERE: His house
SUMMARY: He's having a lot of thoughts about telling Denver about the ring he bought.
WARNINGS: So sappy. Schmoopy. The Feels.
Bash was sometimes impulsive. It was a trademark of his personality that he had long since accepted, though he tried to curb those urges in favor of thought through actions when he could. When a situation was dire, he was quick on his feet and rational in his decisions. Sometimes being impulsive helped him with his job, providing that he was reacting in the best interest of protecting the citizens of Dunhaven. It did not help him when he was inebriated and seriously lacking in normal filters. He had been thinking about the night that he had confessed to Denver that he had plans to marry her. When they had talked about it the next day, she had insisted she was going to pretend it had never happened because she knew that's not how he would have planned to ask her to spend their lives together. That was true. The last way that he really wanted to propose to her was drunk while he was in D.C. with Alex and via the internet. She deserved better than that and he was determined to do better for her. They had been through some rough times as of late. He had lost control of his own actions and mind, sleep walking his way through an entire day in a way that threatened his control over his own life. She was going through personal turmoil that he could not fix. It was something only she could work through and he hated that he could not make it better for her, but he tried to make it easier. Sometimes he felt as though he failed in that, too. At least, he did in times like these when he dwelled on the fact that he had made this misstep. He hadn't just tripped. He had fallen flat on his face and done about a dozen somersaults at a cliff's edge. She never made him feel bad about that, though. She didn't berate him for his flaws or make him feel as though he were someone that she just put up with. She always made it clear that she was on his side when he felt the weakest. She was steady. She was constant. She held her head high in front of his judgmental family, and made him laugh more than anyone else in the world. Even in the difficult times, he found comfort in just being around her. They didn't have to say anything at all. He loved her so damn much he thought that his heart would burst from it. Every cliche that he could possibly think of came to mind, but Bash had known for a long time that he would never love anyone else like he loved Denver Meadows. They had only been dating since October, but the last six years of their friendship had been preparing them for those moments. Their relationship had always crossed some boundaries of platonic friendship that he had always been willing to overlook for the sake of ensuring they had a place in one another’s lives. He had thought nothing of holding her hand or pulling her close. He had always dropped everything at a moment’s notice if she needed him, and even then they had confided in one another more than he did with most people. Their transition from friends to a couple had been so smooth that it had been barely noticeable to those that spent the most time around them. Even now, he couldn’t really place the first time that he knew he loved her. It had been somewhere in moments between homemade pizza and trail rides and sarcastic jokes. He hadn’t woken up one morning knowing that he loved her. It had just happened over time, bit by bit, until the very thought of a life without her made him feel frayed at the edges and gasping for air. The realization of what that meant had been long-buried until it had all come to the surface at once. From that first day that he had known she felt the same, he had been certain that they were in this for the rest of their lives. There had never been a moment of doubt. He had never questioned if they made the right choice by altering their friendship. That certainty had run so deep that as the months went on, it seemed natural to pick out a ring. He had looked at hundreds, he thought, before he found the right one. The perfect one. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he leaned his forearms onto his knees and clutched that ring box in between his hands. He had flipped the top of it open so that he could look at it as he sometimes did. The rose gold band was sturdy, but not bulky, and the diamond set into the top didn’t raise very high off of the band itself. That had been important, so that it wouldn’t snag on a hundred things during a hard day’s work. He wanted something simple...something her. He wanted it to be durable enough that she wouldn’t have to worry about taking it off every day when she worked with her hands. The smaller diamonds set into the band like branching leaves were just beautiful accents, but they added an element that lended to her love of nature. He had purchased that ring a few months ago, but he still hadn’t given it to her. At first, he had just excused that he needed to think of the perfect way to give it to her. Then his dreams had wreaked havoc, and she had been so stressed about everything else that it hadn’t felt like the right time to ask her to make a huge life decision. They were not extravagant people. Even though he had more money than he knew what to do with, they lived modestly and were relatively private. He sometimes went over the top with grand gestures, but he felt certain that this would not be one of those times. This would be something just for them, and it would be perfect however it happened. He did not need to buy her a hundred roses and take her to a five star restaurant or ask her during the fireworks at Disney World. He just needed this ring, the right words, and the ability to kneel. Any excuse that he had for waiting didn’t seem good enough anymore. He didn’t want to keep putting off what was potentially - he hoped - the start of the next stage in their adventure together. If there was one thing he was certain of in his life, it was that she was his match. She was the breath in his lungs and the beat of his heart and all that he could see. He wanted a lifetime of her. |