Loki (hamrammr) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-04-16 23:07:00 |
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Half the movie had passed unacknowledged by Mitchell. His eyes had rested on the screen but his thoughts had been somewhere else. To be precise, they had been with the woman whose head currently rested in his lap. The things his ghost self had said had made him itchy. Would Annie really be interested in someone else while they were together? He knew he wasn’t the best boyfriend in the world. Shit, in a normal world he wouldn’t even make it out of the worst ten percent but he gave his best. He tried to make up for mistakes he might have done and for all the pain he might have already caused her. Mitchell didn’t even want to be with someone else. Sure, there were other sexy women on the island and Annie sometimes drove him insane. But she was his rock. She kept him clean and he fucking loved her. “Do you...” he began, stopping immediately again. He didn’t know how to put it and was afraid of even asking it. “Are you happy with me?” --- Annie had been comfortable and relaxed, doing something completely normal with her boyfriend. She enjoyed this, just curled up, watching a movie, she knew that if she’d still been human, she’d probably been dozing by now. “Of course I am.” Annie murmured, sitting up to look at him. “Why?” She was prepared to soothe him and salve whatever worries he had, but she had to know what the problem was before she could deal with it. --- “I don’t know,” he mumbled. Her words were good, they helped, they felt sincere. “I just… I don’t think I want to live without you and I want you to be happy.” He was frowning at his own words and the insecurity that swung with them. He didn’t want it and he was rarely open about it. But right now, it felt right. By now he felt comfortable enough with her to put his feelings on the plate. Occasionally. No need to overdo it. They weren’t in a blood talk show. --- “Mitchell, you don’t have to live without me...not ever, and I am happy with you...I’ve been unhappy Mitchell, really unhappy, but never with you...yes things have been difficult for us, but it made me love you more...Yeah, there’s things I wish I could have, but if I can’t have them with you, then...it’s fine...and with Sophia we’re closer to it anyway.” She leaned forward and kissed him softly. “I love you...and I always will.” ---- Mitchell’s lips stretched into a smile and his eyes sparkled. “Yeah, we are, aren’t we?” And then he made a decision: now or never. Maryanne had talked him into it four months ago though it eventually was the loss of her that made him realise that he wanted this. He wanted her. Forever and ever. He wanted to know she was around and that she loved him. And god, he wanted to tell everyone how fucking lucky he was. He swallowed. “I… you know I feel the same. I love you and I want you by my side. Forever. How about we put it on a piece of paper? Do you want to marry me?” The moment he had said the question anxiousness washed all over him again. ---- Annie watched the smile spread over his face, that wonderful twinkle that he got in his beautiful brown eyes when there was a mostly mischievous thought in his head. She was so in love with this man she could barely think, and the idea that he had ever worried that she wouldn’t want to be with him seemed mad. She listened to his next words, smiling so widely she was surprised the top of her head didn’t come off. “Yes...absolutely yes...yes...” Annie stuttered, throwing herself into his arms. --- The words were a true blessing. Relief spread through every angle of his body. This was it. Forever was theirs. She wanted him. Why on earth, he didn’t quite know. But it didn’t matter. “Yeah… great…” He smiled down at her and fetched himself a kiss. He had to be glowing with happiness. --- Annie smiled into the kiss, yes it wasn’t a romantic proposal, it didn’t feel the same as Owen’s did, it felt more real, more genuine, and more perfect. She was marrying one of her best friends, who didn’t want her to control her, or hurt her, but to love her, forever...real forever, no death do us part, because they were both already dead. “Mitchell...am I choosing my own ring or...” --- “Err... no, shit!” Mitchell jumped from the couch, he nearly did a little spun. “I... err...” He vaguely pointed into the direction of his bedroom. God, he needed to stop being George and start to articulate properly. Instead of giving it another try, he simply dashed off to the bedroom. He had hid it in an unused pair of socks. One of the few places he thought halfway secure. Who knew what things Annie went through when she was bored or felt the need to do some cleaning? The ring was fumbled out of the black cotton and checked again. The stone wasn’t as shiny as he remembered it and even a brush with his shirt didn’t help there. But it had to do. He nodded slowly to himself before he returned, the ring hidden behind his back. “Give me your hand,” he said, smiling down at Annie. He stretched out his own free one so she could lay hers in his. |