Post by Tiff'blz on Sept 9, 2007 21:19:00 GMT -5
* I didn't feel like rping, but I felt like writing..I am weird I know.*
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The night had fallen to a dark and moonless opening of the heavens only lit by a thousand small and distant stars. A lone figure stood out on the peak of a large hill. The silhouette was difficult to see, but it was as still as a lifelike statue, and so deep in thought, was he, that his breathing had become even and shallow, almost as if he had fallen asleep standing up. The only thing to belied that, was that his eyes were wide and ever watchful on the dotted sky.
A single black box was held out in front of him, his muscles tense around what precious item it held. The lid was closed, a small case covered in a thin black velvet, with plush on the inside. One single slit in the cushion held the item that had his thoughts in such a sad state. One single ring. The symbol of the love that he held for a single woman.
In his younger years, he had been wild and carefree. His music player and Cd's were his best friends. Yes, he had girlfriends, but all of them were tuned out by his favorite craze. Disturbed, Korn, Def Leppard. They replaced the life he didn't really want. Took from him the noises that he didn't want to hear or comprehend.
Then he decided one day to take his life, his Cd player, down to the calm, placid lake to sit and enjoy the pleasant weather, and the soothing sounds of Def Leppard, his choice Cd for the day. He had just put on Pour Some Sugar On Me ,and saw that he was not alone.
Lavender hair floated graciously on the top of the water, given life by the buoyancy of the lake. Her small body waded in the shallow end, afraid to go farther out. Her small oval face showed delight in the water, and in her company. A man that he didn't know, and didn't want to. All that mattered to him...was her. Michella Tullia. She was the love of Jason Nichols life. Tonight. He would ask her to be his wife. Again.
After the war on Cassis, Jason's plans to get married had been all but ruined. The idea almost forgotten, the ring he had given her, lost in the first attack. It had been a beautiful ring, one with a water lily of jewels, encased in small diamonds. It had an engraving on it. To Missy, My Love.
Jason couldn't help but chuckle at that. Missy. She had lied to him at first when they met. She said that her name was Missy, not Michella. A small white lie, but one that actually endeared her to him. Weird and completely indefinably intertwined her life with his. His head leaned down, tearing its gaze from the stars to the box.
The first movement for almost two hours. His neck hurt, it had cramped up. He ignored it. His hand smoothed over the softness of the box, and his finger flipped open the clasp smoothly. How to ask her? He wasn't sure. A hand ran above the ring, not quite touching it. "Missy. I cannot imagine my life without you. Not now, not ever." He whispered, his voice loud in the empty night air. A chill caused him to shiver and close the box. He turned on his heel and walked back to the house that was about a hundred feet from where he stood. Michella was sitting at a table, waiting for him impatiently.
As he walked in, Michella stood up and ran to him, her arms wide open. She would never notice the bulky pocket that was hidden beneath his jacket. He received her happily, spinning her around and digging his face into the delicate curve of her neck, smelling the wonderful scent of her hair. It held, for him, a sweet flowery smell that he couldn't get enough of.
" I didn't want to bother you.. You were so deep in thought, and I.." Michella started to say, but she stopped when she saw the serious look on Jason's face. "Are you okay?" She asked, touching his face softly, trying to ease the tension she saw there.
" I have never been better." He whispered as he kissed her. " Lets get some sleep, we have some plans tomorrow remember?" Michella looked worried, but nodded in agreement, it was late, and both of them were tired.
"Fancy." Was the only word he had for the restaurant that he had picked out. Michella laughed. "You have truly lost your mind if you think that the Black Bull is fancy!" She said laughing and walking in without hesitation. Jason grinned goofily and nodded, walking in behind her and doing what he usually did. Watched her walk. She turned her head back and raised an eyebrow, which only made the grin wider. She shook her head and waited for him at the counter to be seated. " Reserved, two, Nichols." The man nodded and led them to their seats.
They sat down, glancing at the menu, but Jason was already sure of what both of them wanted. The waiter came over. " Would you like to try one of our specials?" He asked politely.
Jason would have loved to ask the man everything he could, about the specials, about every item on the menu, about the wines, the prices, he chuckled but declined. "If you have a burger and fries?" Michella nodded in agreement, "Same." She said simply, closing the menu and leaning her head on her hands as she watched the man walk away to tell their order to the cook.
Jason waited for the food to be served. He would wait until after dinner. They ate, and of course they talked. Michella ended up throwing a fry at Jason, which he ducked. "You're crazy Jason." She said laughing.
Jason looked up with a hurt look on his face, that quickly turned into a smile. He leaned up over the table for a kiss. "Yes I know I am, but you love me because of it. I mean, I have to have someone that can deal with me. Or else.. Well I would be all alone wouldn't I? And we don't want that!"
The plates taken away and a long two hours of talking like they always seemed to be able to do with ease. Any discussion, and they put in their opinions, joked, and had a good talk. Jason wanted this for the rest of his life. This companionship..this love. He stood up and walked over to the other side of the table. Michella gave him a look that was a mix of confusion and utter comprehension. Her hand went to her chest and a look of pure joy to her face as Jason hit one knee.
" Michella Tullia. You are the only person, that has ever made me feel whole. You have stolen my heart. I gladly give it to you. I want to spend all of my waking moments beside you, all of my nights with you by my side. Your voice is music to my ears, and your touch is my lifeline. No more will I deny how much I love you, and no more will I not let the world know what you mean to me. Missy, will you be my wife?" He asked softly, though all eyes were on them, each person eagerly awaiting her answer, none more so than the man on his knee, pouring his heart out to her.
Michella's eyes watered, and a single tear ran down her eye. She felt a lump in her throat and no words would come out. So.. She did the next best thing. She nodded vigorously, jumped into his arms, and kissed him. The entire restaraunt clapped and applauded the acceptance, and Jason felt like his heart would well up with joy and burst out of his chest. He released the embrace only to shakily place a ring on her finger. A one karat diamond solitaire. The only real thing he had to give her. Michella Tullia, would become his bride. Jason couldn't remember being so happy..
A few months later, at an outdoor ceremony, the two became Mr. and Mrs. Jason Nichols.
*Don't you just love happy endings?*
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The night had fallen to a dark and moonless opening of the heavens only lit by a thousand small and distant stars. A lone figure stood out on the peak of a large hill. The silhouette was difficult to see, but it was as still as a lifelike statue, and so deep in thought, was he, that his breathing had become even and shallow, almost as if he had fallen asleep standing up. The only thing to belied that, was that his eyes were wide and ever watchful on the dotted sky.
A single black box was held out in front of him, his muscles tense around what precious item it held. The lid was closed, a small case covered in a thin black velvet, with plush on the inside. One single slit in the cushion held the item that had his thoughts in such a sad state. One single ring. The symbol of the love that he held for a single woman.
In his younger years, he had been wild and carefree. His music player and Cd's were his best friends. Yes, he had girlfriends, but all of them were tuned out by his favorite craze. Disturbed, Korn, Def Leppard. They replaced the life he didn't really want. Took from him the noises that he didn't want to hear or comprehend.
Then he decided one day to take his life, his Cd player, down to the calm, placid lake to sit and enjoy the pleasant weather, and the soothing sounds of Def Leppard, his choice Cd for the day. He had just put on Pour Some Sugar On Me ,and saw that he was not alone.
Lavender hair floated graciously on the top of the water, given life by the buoyancy of the lake. Her small body waded in the shallow end, afraid to go farther out. Her small oval face showed delight in the water, and in her company. A man that he didn't know, and didn't want to. All that mattered to him...was her. Michella Tullia. She was the love of Jason Nichols life. Tonight. He would ask her to be his wife. Again.
After the war on Cassis, Jason's plans to get married had been all but ruined. The idea almost forgotten, the ring he had given her, lost in the first attack. It had been a beautiful ring, one with a water lily of jewels, encased in small diamonds. It had an engraving on it. To Missy, My Love.
Jason couldn't help but chuckle at that. Missy. She had lied to him at first when they met. She said that her name was Missy, not Michella. A small white lie, but one that actually endeared her to him. Weird and completely indefinably intertwined her life with his. His head leaned down, tearing its gaze from the stars to the box.
The first movement for almost two hours. His neck hurt, it had cramped up. He ignored it. His hand smoothed over the softness of the box, and his finger flipped open the clasp smoothly. How to ask her? He wasn't sure. A hand ran above the ring, not quite touching it. "Missy. I cannot imagine my life without you. Not now, not ever." He whispered, his voice loud in the empty night air. A chill caused him to shiver and close the box. He turned on his heel and walked back to the house that was about a hundred feet from where he stood. Michella was sitting at a table, waiting for him impatiently.
As he walked in, Michella stood up and ran to him, her arms wide open. She would never notice the bulky pocket that was hidden beneath his jacket. He received her happily, spinning her around and digging his face into the delicate curve of her neck, smelling the wonderful scent of her hair. It held, for him, a sweet flowery smell that he couldn't get enough of.
" I didn't want to bother you.. You were so deep in thought, and I.." Michella started to say, but she stopped when she saw the serious look on Jason's face. "Are you okay?" She asked, touching his face softly, trying to ease the tension she saw there.
" I have never been better." He whispered as he kissed her. " Lets get some sleep, we have some plans tomorrow remember?" Michella looked worried, but nodded in agreement, it was late, and both of them were tired.
"Fancy." Was the only word he had for the restaurant that he had picked out. Michella laughed. "You have truly lost your mind if you think that the Black Bull is fancy!" She said laughing and walking in without hesitation. Jason grinned goofily and nodded, walking in behind her and doing what he usually did. Watched her walk. She turned her head back and raised an eyebrow, which only made the grin wider. She shook her head and waited for him at the counter to be seated. " Reserved, two, Nichols." The man nodded and led them to their seats.
They sat down, glancing at the menu, but Jason was already sure of what both of them wanted. The waiter came over. " Would you like to try one of our specials?" He asked politely.
Jason would have loved to ask the man everything he could, about the specials, about every item on the menu, about the wines, the prices, he chuckled but declined. "If you have a burger and fries?" Michella nodded in agreement, "Same." She said simply, closing the menu and leaning her head on her hands as she watched the man walk away to tell their order to the cook.
Jason waited for the food to be served. He would wait until after dinner. They ate, and of course they talked. Michella ended up throwing a fry at Jason, which he ducked. "You're crazy Jason." She said laughing.
Jason looked up with a hurt look on his face, that quickly turned into a smile. He leaned up over the table for a kiss. "Yes I know I am, but you love me because of it. I mean, I have to have someone that can deal with me. Or else.. Well I would be all alone wouldn't I? And we don't want that!"
The plates taken away and a long two hours of talking like they always seemed to be able to do with ease. Any discussion, and they put in their opinions, joked, and had a good talk. Jason wanted this for the rest of his life. This companionship..this love. He stood up and walked over to the other side of the table. Michella gave him a look that was a mix of confusion and utter comprehension. Her hand went to her chest and a look of pure joy to her face as Jason hit one knee.
" Michella Tullia. You are the only person, that has ever made me feel whole. You have stolen my heart. I gladly give it to you. I want to spend all of my waking moments beside you, all of my nights with you by my side. Your voice is music to my ears, and your touch is my lifeline. No more will I deny how much I love you, and no more will I not let the world know what you mean to me. Missy, will you be my wife?" He asked softly, though all eyes were on them, each person eagerly awaiting her answer, none more so than the man on his knee, pouring his heart out to her.
Michella's eyes watered, and a single tear ran down her eye. She felt a lump in her throat and no words would come out. So.. She did the next best thing. She nodded vigorously, jumped into his arms, and kissed him. The entire restaraunt clapped and applauded the acceptance, and Jason felt like his heart would well up with joy and burst out of his chest. He released the embrace only to shakily place a ring on her finger. A one karat diamond solitaire. The only real thing he had to give her. Michella Tullia, would become his bride. Jason couldn't remember being so happy..
A few months later, at an outdoor ceremony, the two became Mr. and Mrs. Jason Nichols.
*Don't you just love happy endings?*
