Giles Babcock (one_of_twelve) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-02 03:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, giles babcock, kirsty cotton |
Who: Giles Babcock & Kirsty Cotton
What: Proposal 'n all that
When: Wednesday
Where: A restaurant?
Rating: Low?
Status: Complete
Giles Babcock didn’t feel right in a suit. It didn’t fit quite right, and he was very much aware that he’d only ever worn it for job interviews and parole hearings. This was a much more nerve-inducing situation. If she said no, would the relationship just die? Would it simply end and he’d be back in that awful place he was once in? Kirsty was everything good in his life, and her mere existence held him back from a darker path. And he wanted to keep her. That was why he was doing this.
He sat at a small table near a fish tank. He hadn’t ordered yet; he was going to wait until the end of the dinner but by now, he was about to explode. Babcock had to ask her the second she turned up. Otherwise, he’d give himself a heart attack from sheer terror. Was it too soon? Probably. But he’d made the decision and he just...wanted her. He wanted her in his life and others didn’t exist to him. So to do this was...well, it was like a natural reaction.
She’d had to race home from work to do her hair and put on her only little black dress, but it was worth it. The maitre d’ had checked her out, so that was something. When she saw Giles, she couldn’t help but bite her lip. He was wearing a suit. For her. It was so endearing, and she walked over to sit across from him. “This place is nice.”
Babcock stared for a moment at Kirsty in her dress. He pulled his gaze away eventually, not wanting to get stuck under the table. “Yeah, it is,” he said, smiling with what could almost be described as bashfulness. “You look....really good. You look beautiful.”
His hands were trembling. His hands had never trembled, really, not even when he’d been getting ready to stick a gun in someone’s face. “Look, Kirsty, I love you. I really fuckin’ do. And maybe I’m going too far, but I...really want you to stick around.”
Kirsty smiled at him, looking up at him. It always occurred to her at the strangest of times how tall he was, how adorable the way he kind of babbled could be. She bit her lip, grinning. “I love you too, Giles. I’m not going anywhere, promise.”
“Well, I want to make sure of that,” said Giles, his expression soft and suddenly calm as he locked eyes with her. After a moment, he reached into his breast pocket. The ring hadn’t exactly been cut from the heart of the sun; it was a pawn shop ring that looked pretty nice but didn’t put him in debt. It was just...able.
“Kirsty Cotton,” he began, then remembered, and quickly slid off his chair to get down on one knee. With both their respective heights, they were almost face-to-face. “Kirsty Cotton, will you marry me?” he asked, suddenly aware of every single blood vessel in his body.
Kirsty could hear people saying ‘awww’ around her, and she chuckled as she wrapped her arms around him. “Dumbass, of course I will.”
Babcock breathed an enormous sigh of relief that she hadn’t reacted by stabbing him in the face and jumping into a waiting helicopter. He brought his own arms up around her. “Good answer.”
Kirsty laughed when he hugged her, kissing him hard. She was as surprised as anyone that they’d fallen in love, but she was glad that they had. Now that he was in her life, she couldn’t imagine him not around.