4 Apocalypse Avenue; Late Saturday Afternoon.
Completely unawares in of certain events in another part of town, Charlotte was settling into an afternoon routine: A cup of coffee, a light snack, and then settling into the office space in the apartment to get a little bit of work done for the next exhibit. She expected a fairly relaxing day, maybe a moment to spare to sneak down to the gallery and live vicariously through her employees for any good, juicy homecoming gossip. Little did she know, however, that uneventful would be the last thing that today held in store for her.
There was a knock at the door to the office. He stood there with a large bouquet of flowers and in his typical black suit. He looked at Charlotte with the expression of a thirsty man who has been in the desert for three days and finally found an oasis.
"Charlotte," he said quietly. "I apologize for letting myself in but I had to see you."
Something about the sudden presence made Charlotte jump a little, but as soon as she looked over and saw it was Dale, she felt instantly relieved and a little bit silly, hand to her chest. "Oh, you know I don't mind," she said, and then her eyes drifted over to the flowers in his hand and a sweet smile grew on her face as she looked at them, hands settling in her lap as a way of making it clear that work was going to be the last thing on her mind for a while. "Are those for me?"
"That and more if you wish it," he said dramatically and stepped forward into the room offering the flowers. "Charlotte... I know things have been difficult for us but I love you. More than anything in the world and I don't want to lose that. Not now. Not ever."
Charlotte sat for a moment, smiling at the flowers, smiling at him, feeling emboldened and secure in the words. Of course he knew that she'd understood this, but she had to admit, she might not ever tire of hearing them. She pushed her chair back so that she could stand up and walk over to Dale, taking the bouquet with one hand while her other arm moved around his waist so she could kiss him. "Not ever," she agreed. "I love you, too. You know nothing is going to change that."
"I know," he said after returning the kiss, "But so much has happened in so little time that... I don't want to take any more chances."
And then he got down on one knee.
Charlotte just about nearly dropped the flowers right there, her eyes widening as a flush rushed to her cheeks. This wasn't...it couldn't...could it? Maybe he just had to tie his shoe, although she'd have to admit, that was horrible timing on his part, really, a shoelace could wait! But maybe it wasn't a shoelace at all and this was really...Charlotte started to feel a little faint with the rush of her increasing heartbeat and the very failed attempts to tell herself not to get too excited, just in case, and held her breath.
His hand went to his suit pocket and pulled out a small black box. Somewhere, someone playing a piano began a soft romantic tune as he popped open the box to show a ring with an extraordinary large diamond.
"Charlotte," he said breathlessly. "Since the day we met, I knew somehow... deep down that we were destined to be together. Whatever problems we face I want to face them together. You are the reason I get up in the morning and face the day. You are my ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. The cream in my coffee. The milkshake that always brings me to the yard. I've spent most of my life looking for meaning only to find it at your side. There is no one else I would rather spend my life with and I don't want to spend another second of it without you."
The music began to swell dramatically as he reached out for her hand.
"Charlotte Persephone Dawn Marie York... Will you marry me?
Charlotte probably didn't even hear half of that, which was a good thing, probably. She was far too busy biting back a squeal that was likely to shatter all the windows in the apartment, as well as her fine vintage wine glasses. She wasn't bouncing, per say, as Dale reached for her hand; it was more of a buzzing, vibrating with all the tumultuous ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygods.
"Ohmygod," Charlotte said. "Allrighty Yes!"
That rock could anchor a boat; it was probably going to anchor Charlotte as well, since she felt like swooning into a faint right then and there.
He took the ring, placed it on her finger and rose up from his position on the ground. "Oh Charlotte! You've made me the happiest man alive!" he declared. "Nothing can come between us."
His hands went out to grab her waist and pull her closer.
"Nothing!" he whispered.
"Oh, Dale," Charlotte sighed, happily, as she let him draw her in and, hands resting on his chest, with the diamond catching in the light, she leaned up to kiss him again.
And he kissed her back enveloping her in his embrace. And when Charlotte rested her head upon his chest he looked into the mirror and smiled.
An EVIL smile.
[DUN! DUN! DUN!]
[[ preplayed with the ever fabulous pieandcoffee; NFI, but OOC always awesome! ]]
There was a knock at the door to the office. He stood there with a large bouquet of flowers and in his typical black suit. He looked at Charlotte with the expression of a thirsty man who has been in the desert for three days and finally found an oasis.
"Charlotte," he said quietly. "I apologize for letting myself in but I had to see you."
Something about the sudden presence made Charlotte jump a little, but as soon as she looked over and saw it was Dale, she felt instantly relieved and a little bit silly, hand to her chest. "Oh, you know I don't mind," she said, and then her eyes drifted over to the flowers in his hand and a sweet smile grew on her face as she looked at them, hands settling in her lap as a way of making it clear that work was going to be the last thing on her mind for a while. "Are those for me?"
"That and more if you wish it," he said dramatically and stepped forward into the room offering the flowers. "Charlotte... I know things have been difficult for us but I love you. More than anything in the world and I don't want to lose that. Not now. Not ever."
Charlotte sat for a moment, smiling at the flowers, smiling at him, feeling emboldened and secure in the words. Of course he knew that she'd understood this, but she had to admit, she might not ever tire of hearing them. She pushed her chair back so that she could stand up and walk over to Dale, taking the bouquet with one hand while her other arm moved around his waist so she could kiss him. "Not ever," she agreed. "I love you, too. You know nothing is going to change that."
"I know," he said after returning the kiss, "But so much has happened in so little time that... I don't want to take any more chances."
And then he got down on one knee.
Charlotte just about nearly dropped the flowers right there, her eyes widening as a flush rushed to her cheeks. This wasn't...it couldn't...could it? Maybe he just had to tie his shoe, although she'd have to admit, that was horrible timing on his part, really, a shoelace could wait! But maybe it wasn't a shoelace at all and this was really...Charlotte started to feel a little faint with the rush of her increasing heartbeat and the very failed attempts to tell herself not to get too excited, just in case, and held her breath.
His hand went to his suit pocket and pulled out a small black box. Somewhere, someone playing a piano began a soft romantic tune as he popped open the box to show a ring with an extraordinary large diamond.
"Charlotte," he said breathlessly. "Since the day we met, I knew somehow... deep down that we were destined to be together. Whatever problems we face I want to face them together. You are the reason I get up in the morning and face the day. You are my ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. The cream in my coffee. The milkshake that always brings me to the yard. I've spent most of my life looking for meaning only to find it at your side. There is no one else I would rather spend my life with and I don't want to spend another second of it without you."
The music began to swell dramatically as he reached out for her hand.
"Charlotte Persephone Dawn Marie York... Will you marry me?
Charlotte probably didn't even hear half of that, which was a good thing, probably. She was far too busy biting back a squeal that was likely to shatter all the windows in the apartment, as well as her fine vintage wine glasses. She wasn't bouncing, per say, as Dale reached for her hand; it was more of a buzzing, vibrating with all the tumultuous ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygods.
"Ohmygod," Charlotte said. "Allrighty Yes!"
That rock could anchor a boat; it was probably going to anchor Charlotte as well, since she felt like swooning into a faint right then and there.
He took the ring, placed it on her finger and rose up from his position on the ground. "Oh Charlotte! You've made me the happiest man alive!" he declared. "Nothing can come between us."
His hands went out to grab her waist and pull her closer.
"Nothing!" he whispered.
"Oh, Dale," Charlotte sighed, happily, as she let him draw her in and, hands resting on his chest, with the diamond catching in the light, she leaned up to kiss him again.
And he kissed her back enveloping her in his embrace. And when Charlotte rested her head upon his chest he looked into the mirror and smiled.
An EVIL smile.
[DUN! DUN! DUN!]
[[ preplayed with the ever fabulous pieandcoffee; NFI, but OOC always awesome! ]]