As parties went, it had been mostly unremarkable on the larger scale; another of the large gatherings that took place from time to time, notable mostly because it was Festivity in the Face of Fear or some such
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"I think I pulled another stitch dancing with Harkness," Maladicta muttered, one arm crossed over her chest, gently plying at the fabric of her dress with her fingertips over the bandage.
"I thought stitches were supposed to... to stay where they were."
"They do, if you're more careful about it," Sacharissa said, but her heart wasn't in even pretending to scold. She had an arm looped through one of Maladicta's, and she couldn't stop smiling for long. It was a perfectly lovely evening. The matter of when and how they would ask Maladicta was the one problem -- no, not problem. Challenge. It was a challenge, which they would solve fairly soon. She just hadn't figured out how to put it, was all.
"I think you're supposed to let stitches stay where they are so they can do their job, more than anything," William said, although his heart wasn't in the scolding any more than Sacharissa's was.
Possibly they should have had some sort of strategy session at some point.
"Close enough," Sacharissa said. "You can't overexert yourself just yet. You'll make me worry, and then we're all in trouble." She smiled brightly, then glanced over at William, as if looking for some kind of sign. They probably should have planned that bit in advance, she realized. Too late now.
William smiled back, and then cut his eyes towards the interior of the hut. Mostly because waiting until they were inside gave him a few more moments of valuable thinking time.
Maladicta glanced at William, because clearly something was distracting him, but looked back ahead and leaned her temple against Sacharissa's shoulder as they walked.
"Yes but what counts as over exertion? That seems unfairly vague."
"Probably all your usual activities," Sacharissa teased, turning to kiss the top of Maladicta's head. Indoors was better, yes, than standing around in the dark. "Nothing more than you must do, you know."
"I think the official defintion is anything that pulls a stitch," William said, reaching over to brush his hand over Maladicta's hair and against Sacharissa's cheek before stepping through the door. "Which is a bit tricky, but doctors are like that."
"Well, I haven't exhausted my options yet," Maladicta murmured, then shot William a soft smile over her shoulder as he withdrew his hand and she and Sacharissa stepped through the door.
She tilted her head up and slid a soft, lingering kiss across Sacharissa's cheek before starting to withdraw.
"I'll find something I can exert myself with without needing to stop by the damn clinic."
Sacharissa didn't allow her to get far, slipping a hand lower to rest against Maladicta's waist, moving in to press a small, quick kiss to her lips. "Well, if anyone can," she said, warmly wry, then drew away, "I imagine it's you. Just be careful, please?"
"Please do," William said, completely heedless of the fact that he was himself prone to throwing caution to the wind if he caught the scent of a story. "Er, it would be a terribly thing to lose you, after all."
This served as well as anything as a segue, he thought.
Maladicta had been leaning sort of distractedly back towards Sacharissa, but looked over at William, slightly thrown. It seemed an odd thing to say.
"I don't think I'll be going anywhere other than the clinic for a quick stop if I pull a stitch, William," she said, then flashed Sacharissa a glance, lifting an eyebrow. She shook her head a little and started toeing her shoes off.
"Your concern is very sweet however. Maybe slightly overdeveloped, but sweet."
Sacharissa laughed quietly. Her smile softened as she shook her head. "Not just in regards to the stitches," she said. "They're more a reminder, I think, than anything else. I - we - don't want to lose you. More than that... I can't imagine my life without you." She felt a twist of something in her chest, the force of sentiment leaving her feeling awkward and urgent at the same time.
"Yes. Yes, exactly," William said, with a grateful glance at Sacharissa. That was about the long and short of it, so he figured Why wait? and said, "Which is why we think we should get married."
Pronouns, snapped the inner editor, watch your pronouns!
Maladicta's expression had been turning suspicious and turning between the two of them, because something was going on, here, and she clearly didn't know what it was.
This was made abundantly more clear when William-
When he said that.
She stared at them, only her eyes switching back and forth, open wide.
"I thought stitches were supposed to... to stay where they were."
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Possibly they should have had some sort of strategy session at some point.
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"...well, graphic. But also easy."
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"Yes but what counts as over exertion? That seems unfairly vague."
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She tilted her head up and slid a soft, lingering kiss across Sacharissa's cheek before starting to withdraw.
"I'll find something I can exert myself with without needing to stop by the damn clinic."
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This served as well as anything as a segue, he thought.
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"I don't think I'll be going anywhere other than the clinic for a quick stop if I pull a stitch, William," she said, then flashed Sacharissa a glance, lifting an eyebrow. She shook her head a little and started toeing her shoes off.
"Your concern is very sweet however. Maybe slightly overdeveloped, but sweet."
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Pronouns, snapped the inner editor, watch your pronouns!
"All three of us," he appended, hurriedly.
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This was made abundantly more clear when William-
When he said that.
She stared at them, only her eyes switching back and forth, open wide.
"...What?"
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