[RP] It's now or never...my love won't wait...
I don't...I don't know, just, please don't ask me to marry you on livejournal.
Cain scowled at the comment on his screen, clicking on REPLY to answer her.
Bee, I'm not asking, I'm just asking what if. If I asked
Slowly, his fingers stopped typing and he stilled. There was a tightness in his chest...a lump in his throat...and a very real kernel of fear in his gut. But under it all was a deep, all-encompassing ache for something that went beyond what he had. Maybe it wasn't right or even meant to be, but it was there...a hunger that couldn't be filled. Even if he put a ring on her finger...it wouldn't be enough.
He was on his feet, shutting his laptop and laying it down before he was really aware of it, stalking through the house with a brief detour into the kitchen. Not knowing, not caring, he grabbed an item sitting on the window sill above the sink...a cheap silver fashion ring with a gaudy purple stone. Hell, for all he knew it belonged to Baileigh...but for now, it would do.
Turning on his heel, he stalked towards his old room...where he knew Baileigh was probably flopped out in bed, her own laptop on her stomach as she typed.
Without bothering to knock, he turned the knob and opened the door, moving into the room with purpose...a lot of fear, a lot of apprehension, but a resolute level of conviction.
"Okay." he declared simply. "I won't ask you on Livejournal. I'll ask you right fucking here."
Cain scowled at the comment on his screen, clicking on REPLY to answer her.
Bee, I'm not asking, I'm just asking what if. If I asked
Slowly, his fingers stopped typing and he stilled. There was a tightness in his chest...a lump in his throat...and a very real kernel of fear in his gut. But under it all was a deep, all-encompassing ache for something that went beyond what he had. Maybe it wasn't right or even meant to be, but it was there...a hunger that couldn't be filled. Even if he put a ring on her finger...it wouldn't be enough.
He was on his feet, shutting his laptop and laying it down before he was really aware of it, stalking through the house with a brief detour into the kitchen. Not knowing, not caring, he grabbed an item sitting on the window sill above the sink...a cheap silver fashion ring with a gaudy purple stone. Hell, for all he knew it belonged to Baileigh...but for now, it would do.
Turning on his heel, he stalked towards his old room...where he knew Baileigh was probably flopped out in bed, her own laptop on her stomach as she typed.
Without bothering to knock, he turned the knob and opened the door, moving into the room with purpose...a lot of fear, a lot of apprehension, but a resolute level of conviction.
"Okay." he declared simply. "I won't ask you on Livejournal. I'll ask you right fucking here."