Now It's Official
Date: Wednesday, May 9, 2001
Time: Afternoonish
Location: The Derrick/Parkinson Residence, Ambrose Terrace, York
Characters Involved: Pansy Parkinson, Peregrin Derrick, invitation only
Rating: PG
( Marriage requires a person to prepare four types of 'Rings': Engagement Ring, Wedding Ring, Suffering, and Enduring. )
Time: Afternoonish
Location: The Derrick/Parkinson Residence, Ambrose Terrace, York
Characters Involved: Pansy Parkinson, Peregrin Derrick, invitation only
Rating: PG
( Marriage requires a person to prepare four types of 'Rings': Engagement Ring, Wedding Ring, Suffering, and Enduring. )
Perry was still feeling rather lightheaded. Now, with Pansy's hand in his, awaiting the adornment of one little diamond ring, this was feeling much more real. With this one piece of jewelry it was no longer just talk, and despite Pansy's joking that it was nothing set in stone, in Perry's mind it might as well have been. The ring was forever (which suddenly felt like a very long time), it was his declaration of love and devotion, and now everyone who saw it would know.
It felt unreal, almost forbidden, as if he had no right to be making declarations of always and forever to anyone. This was the sort of thing for which you were supposed to seek permissions and blessings. He'd not even bothered to consult her parents (not that he would even if he had a second chance at the proposal).
But it wasn't about them, he reminded himself. Worrying about others was what usually complicated their relationship. They annoyed each other sometimes, they fought constantly, but there was really no one else he could be bothered to torment and be tormented by. In a strange, dysfunctional way, they made sense. And even worse, he suspected he made more sense with her than without. It was the only indication he had that they were doing the right thing.
That, and Pansy's smile as she lifted her hand. Perry might have suspected that she was just beaming to spare his feelings if she hadn't looked-and felt-so... well, genuine. Indeed the ring was small, but it didn't look so puny and grotesque on her finger. Suddenly he could breathe again (he hadn't noticed he'd stopped while he slipped on the ring), and a silly quirk formed at the corner of his mouth that he couldn't pull down. He lifted a hand to Pansy's cheek and pulled her closer, and kissed her once, then again. Touching her brought a strange sense of comfort. This didn't feel wrong at all. Right now he didn't even feel like a werewolf, because werewolves didn't fall in love or get married. He just felt like Perry... and right now, Perry was doing pretty well.
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