Sara Lance, Paragon (ofdestiny) wrote in valloic, @ 2023-08-25 18:49:00 |
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Today was the day she was going to propose to Evie. The gorgeous, intelligent, powerful, wildly dangerous woman she was so incredibly in love with. Sara had been thinking about it for a while. Even before she had picked up her Time Traveler hat again for a brief trip forward. She wasn’t sure when the idea had first come to her. Maybe all the way back to the appearance of their potential future daughter. But today was the day, and she had been thinking about it all day.
The scene was set. They were in their cozy evening positions they often defaulted to when both of them were home. On the couch, Evie with whatever she was reading or studying at that point, Sara with any additional paperwork she had to get done, or an earbud and podcast that kept her attention long enough to hold her on the couch, still and relaxed. On the coffee table were two cups of Evie’s favorite tea. They were winding down for the evening, and it was, hopefully, perfect.
The ring was tucked away lounge pants, hopefully concealed from view by the flowing fabric. She was just waiting for the right time. Which certainly wasn’t going to come if she kept staring at the patrol report that she wasn’t actually reading. The proposal was taking up all of her available brain space.
Sara closed the folder and tossed it gently onto the coffee table with a sigh, before sitting up and moving close to Evie. “How’s the reading going?”
It wasn’t easy to surprise Evie Frye, but as of her moment in sitting on the sofa, legs tucked under her, hand aimlessly drifting over to brush against Sara’s arm right before she had to flip a page, reading with just the sound of their bird in the background or the noises of the night - she was clueless. Comfortable, pleased, not a complaint to be had under her breath. It had been a long, wet, week, so having something warm and comfortable was nice.
Other than the fact that her book was boring her to tears and she was very close to chucking it aside for something better. “It’s suffering from terrible sequel syndrome, I’m afraid.” She closed it with one hand and followed Sara’s suit with a sly smile playing at the corner of her lips. “Do you have anything more interesting to do, by chance?”
Glancing down at the book, Sara put on her best offended face for Evie, because how dare the sequel be terrible, even if that happened frequently. “How dare it.” she said with a shake of her head, before smiling. “I’m sorry it’s terrible. That’s disappointing.”
Sara tilted her head to the side as if considering their options, before shrugging. “I might have an idea.” Pushing herself up from the couch, Sara turned to offer both of her hands to Evie to pull her to her feet. “I need you to stand up for a minute though.”
“I have better company than a book can give,” Evie promised with a casual shrug. She went through so many of them so often that some of them were bound to be duds, and had learned long ago to be as brutal as possible when she wasn’t enjoying something. By simply putting it down.
At this point, she was half expecting a dance. No music swelled up, though, and Evie pushed herself off of the couch in a true test of trust. Her bare toes dug into the carpet under the couch and she abandoned her book to raise both hands in a vague okay, what now? gesture. “Standing, as ordered.”
She didn’t even bother to suppress the laugh that bubbled up from Evie’s response. Shaking her head, Sara stepped toward her, taking both her hands in her own and linking their fingers, pulling herself closer to Evie and then leaning back to look up at her with a grin. “I had this idea.” she started, “I’ve been thinking about you, and me. Us. How much I love our life. Carrying your tea for you down the elevator every morning, or occasionally throwing myself out the window with you when the mood strikes. Fighting monsters. Training Kenway. Betting on you in fight club, and anywhere else possible. The possibility of our future that we’ve seen here. Everything from the extraordinary to quiet time on the couch.”
Sara took a step back, letting go of her hands, and hoped Evie didn’t notice deeper than normal breath she took. “I love you, Dame Frye. Your mind, your ferocity, your curiosity. You keep me crazy.” she said with a smirk, referencing the time life in Vallo had become a musical and Sara had ended up singing Keep Me Crazy to Evie. Somehow Evie had been more embarrassed, and had turned a delicious shade of pink in the process.
Reaching into her pocket, Sara pulled out a small black box, dropping down to one knee and opening it at the same time to reveal a ring. “I can’t imagine navigating this world without you, Evie. You’re my home.” Smiling up at her and refusing to let her nerves or emotions get the better of her, she asked, “Will you marry me?”
Oh. Oooooh.
Well, things clicked into place quickly for Evie from there. She wasn’t often one for outward emotion, if she could help it - too easily used by enemies - but Sara’s words had an instant effect on her. “Oh.” She’d likely keep repeating that both verbally and in her head for a few days to come. But in her defense, this was quite the situation for that sort of thing.
Tears welled up in her eyes at the exact time her smile started growing. “Yes, yes of course. Of course.” She might’ve been rambling when she reached down to touch the ring, but didn’t care. Instead she slipped past it and seized the opportunity to pull Sara to her, so Evie could dive in for a kiss. “Of bloody course. As if there was any question of a yes.”
Evie let the kiss linger for a few moments, before she pressed her forehead into Sara’s. “I love you. I can’t imagine anything I’d love more than to intertwine my life with yours for the rest of eternity.”
“Yes?” she said, smile getting even wider when the Of Course registered in her mind. Sara willingly went when Evie pulled her to her feet and into a kiss. Elation, joy, happiness, every possible good feeling spread through every inch of her body as she kissed Evie back. Her fiancée. “I figured I should still ask.” she said with a laugh.
Resting her forehead against Evie’s, she closed her eyes for a moment to bask in yes of her response. She had a fiancée. An incredible, powerful, gorgeous fiancée who was everything Sara could have ever hoped for and more.
After a few moments she moved back slightly so she could take the ring out of the box with one hand, and then held out her other hand for Evie’s. “May I?” she asked, really wanting to see how the ring looked on Evie’s finger.
“Yes,” Evie repeated again, not at all bothered by the fact that she was starting to sound like a broken record. The grin on her face was so big that her cheeks were hurting, and she held out her hand as Sara requested. “I suppose I’ll give you this one, on the asking end. I can’t read minds, after all.”
Not that she would want to, with some of the things people think about. But that was so far away right now, as Evie’s right hand curled up around Sara’s neck and into her hair. Her fingers trailed gently, coasting along fair skin and blonde hair. “But it’s still yes. It’s been yes for a long time now.”
Permission given, Sara carefully slipped the emerald ring onto Evie’s left hand. Sara paused for a moment to admire the sight of it sitting there, turning Evie’s left hand ever so slightly so it caught the light. It looked perfect.
Smiling, Sara leaned into her touch, blue eyes looking up to find Evie’s. “I honestly didn’t think I’d ever want to get married.” Sara was all for long term relationships. She was all for commitment. But there was something about marriage that had just never clicked in her mind. “Until you.” Her right hand continued to hold Evie’s hand, thumb gently tracing up and down her fingers. “Now I can’t imagine not.”
Evie stared down at the ring while their fingers laced together, playing with each other. “It is nice to find the one person you’re willing to change your mind for, isn’t it?” She had felt in a similar way, her life’s goal had just been the Brotherhood. Henry had designs for her, she’d known that, but she had a focus. Here, that focus was a bit more blurred, and she was settled.
Happy. She’d never truly felt that sense of contentment before her relationship with Sara had blossomed, that fire in her heart burning only for their goal and not for any one person in particular. “I’m just as lucky to have found you. And now I’m going to drag you to bed, but I wanted to give you a few moment’s warning first.”
It was. It really was, and Sara had never been so happy for it. Before Evie, she had just assumed her biggest commitment was going to be to what she spent most of her time doing. Either with the Legends or the Defense Department. What a depressing thought in hindsight.
A wicked grin spread across Sara’s face as she brought Evie’s left hand up, kissing the back of her hand. “Can’t drag the completely enthusiastic, Dame Frye.” Grip still firmly on Evie’s hand, Sara started towards the bedroom, dozens of ideas of how to celebrate the occasion suddenly floating to the top of her mind.