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As summer drew to a close, the new semester gearing up and the anniversary of my third year in Darrow approaching, I couldn't help but think back on my conversation with Sihyun at Pride. My reaction to the news of his engagement has nagged at the back of my mind since the Spring. Even more so, I was rattled by my later admission that the planning of a wedding, and the stress and attention it would bring, was something I instinctively shrank from.
It made me quiet and contemplative, and while I could hide such things in the first weeks of the semester, I knew now that Elio would've noticed.
So, tonight, I made tea. I bought a box of pastries we both liked. Our dinner was small, intimate, as it usually was. Comfortable. Content. I was happy, and making a change felt unwise, but I knew we were both waiting for the other to do something. Say something.
And it needed to be me.
It made me quiet and contemplative, and while I could hide such things in the first weeks of the semester, I knew now that Elio would've noticed.
So, tonight, I made tea. I bought a box of pastries we both liked. Our dinner was small, intimate, as it usually was. Comfortable. Content. I was happy, and making a change felt unwise, but I knew we were both waiting for the other to do something. Say something.
And it needed to be me.
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Date: 2023-09-26 05:57 am (UTC)It’s all I’ve tried to do since he came back. Repeatedly, I stamp down on my impatient urges and my own neediness, and I give him time while still being there, ready for him.
The semester starts and Oliver gets quieter, more thoughtful, and for a while I simply chalk it up to him being back at the university. I am dealing with my own ennui, after all. Having all my evenings free isn’t something that I’ve ever dealt with in Darrow, and it’s strange to suddenly have so much unscheduled time. I miss Keynote sometimes, but I know that I made the right choice. Besides, I know that I’m welcome to pop in any time, and they’ll always make space for me there.
Eventually, I get the sense that whatever is troubling Oliver goes beyond simply starting up school again. He doesn’t seem upset, really, so I try to give him space to work through it. I give him time, but I am getting close to asking him about it.
After dinner, Oliver brings our tea and pastries and I am distracted immediately by a sticky bun, tearing it apart and licking my fingers in a way that Mafalda would have smacked my hand for.
“How did you know that I was craving one of these?” I ask him, cheeks hollowing around the tip of my thumb to clean it before reaching for my tea.
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Date: 2023-09-29 02:09 am (UTC)Digging my own pastry from the box, I sat back on the sofa, giving him a moment to enjoy the treat before saying, "There's something I wanted to talk with you about."
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Date: 2023-09-29 04:05 am (UTC)So, when Oliver says that we need to talk, it takes me a little by surprise. I pause with a chunk of pastry halfway to my mouth, then lower it and turn my head to look at him. Anxiety flushes through me even though he doesn’t really look upset. They’re still scary words to hear
“Oh yeah?” I ask, trying to sound casual as I set the rest of my sticky bun in the box and pick up my tea instead, curling my hands around the warm mug as I meet his eye. “What about?”
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Date: 2023-10-02 02:11 am (UTC)"I was talking with Sihyun the other day. About his engagement, the wedding. It got me thinking. About me. About why it feels like you're waiting for me, and why I..." I paused, speaking more haltingly than I normally would. "Why I'm being me, I guess."
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Date: 2023-10-02 03:23 am (UTC)My cheeks feel hot and I swallow hard, then take a sip of tea before leaning forward to set the cup on the table.
“Signing those divorce papers was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do,” I tell him, and then hold up a hand before he can say anything. “I understand why it had to be done. I’m not saying we shouldn’t have. I just—“
I take a steadying breath and twist a little, bringing one leg up onto the sofa so I can face him. “I guess I just thought that after everything, it wouldn’t really be fair of me to ask you. It’d be too much.”
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Date: 2023-10-04 01:08 am (UTC)"It's difficult not to feel like I'm living in someone else's shadow. How I ask, when I ask, if I ask... it's all being compared to what came before. And I'm not saying that's your fault. It's not. You're not doing anything, it's... It's me. It's him, if that makes sense. That other version of me."
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Date: 2023-10-04 02:00 am (UTC)But it was the right thing to do, I think. Like my mother snipping withered branches from her peach trees, cutting out rot so something new and healthy could grow. And it’s done just that.
My eyes well up as Oliver speaks but I do my best to maintain my composure, lower lip wobbling slightly as I reach out to put my hand on his shoulder.
“I— I thought I was doing the right thing. I’ve tried so hard to do the right thing but how could I possibly know—“ I cut myself off and take a breath, closing my eyes for a moment while squeezing his knee.
“I didn’t think about it like that,” I admit, biting my lip as I stare at him. “Whenever I thought about asking, and I have, I would worry that you’d feel pressured, or like you’d have to say yes to make me happy, and I’d always wonder. I worry about a lot of things, Oliver, but I never worry about you being him, because you already are. And he was you.”
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Date: 2023-10-06 01:49 am (UTC)"I don't know that there is a right thing or a wrong thing. There's so much that you've experienced that I've missed out on, but that doesn't give you an advantage. I used to worry that it did, but I know that it doesn't."
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Date: 2023-10-06 06:13 am (UTC)“I really tried not to use it,” I tell him, squeezing hard at his hand and then sniffling delicately, giving him a watery chuckle. “Sometimes we’d have the same fights, but I was never quite sure they’d end the same. There were so many different choices you could have made and I didn’t want to take it for granted. I didn’t assume you’d always go the same way.”
I shuffle a bit closer to him, reaching up with my other hand to touch my fingertips to his chin. “You still surprise me all the time, pesca.”
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Date: 2023-10-07 01:13 am (UTC)Looking down at our hands, I smiled sadly, rubbing at the empty place on his ring finger.
"We have a path laid out for us. Not only by this place, but by a future that I think we can safely assume we share, in some way. I've only ever made myself unhappy, in trying to fight it. And I know that sounds like resignation, but it isn't. It's acceptance. Of you, but of myself, even more so. You've always been so much better at allowing yourself to be. I'm still..."
I gestured vaguely.
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Date: 2023-10-07 06:37 am (UTC)Oliver touches my ring finger, the place where a tan line seemed to stubbornly linger for so long, and my chin wobbles so hard that I have to bite my lip to stop it. I keep it between my teeth and stare at him as he speaks, nodding along as I feel tears spring to my eyes. My brows knit for a moment because he makes it sound so unescapable, like something he’ll never stop running from. But then, because he knows me, he soothes my worry. Some of it, anyway.
“There’s a lot of room being accepting something and celebrating it,” I say after a moment, giving him an understanding smile. A tear spills down my cheek and I quickly wipe it away, sniffling as I shuffle closer to you. “I wish you could love yourself as much as I love you. See yourself through my eyes, if even for just a moment.”
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Date: 2023-10-08 01:51 am (UTC)The possibility that this might've happened before, without our knowledge, was somehow both frightening and comforting. No matter what, we would always end up here, one way or another.
"The proposal, the wedding. They're daunting. But being married to you? That's all I want. I want a life, our life. I want kids, and I want them to be yours. Making those plans, when it was all ripped away from us, feels so foolish, but I think we need to be. We need to be foolish. There's nothing else to do."
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Date: 2023-10-08 02:54 am (UTC)“I want those things, too,” I assure him, nodding along and reaching up to touch his cheek, fingers carding through the soft hair at his temple. “You’re right, Oliver. We can try to live safely or we can live in defiance of our fears.”
My thumb touches the soft corner of his mouth, trailing along his bottom lip, and I give him a shaky smile and meet his eye. “I know how hard it is to marry you and lose you, but I still want to do it again. I want whatever you’ll give me, Oliver, as long as you want it, too.”
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Date: 2023-10-08 10:30 pm (UTC)Staying there for a long moment, my lips against his skin, I let my eyes close, stilling the last of my disquiet and uncertainty. I stood abruptly and disappeared into the bedroom. A few moments later, I returned, a ring box in hand.
"I hope I'm not denying you a grand, romantic gesture," I said, sliding to my knees in front of him. It was a ring I'd bought for him over a year ago, with the intention that I might give it to him as a Hanukkah gift, only to realize that wasn't what it was for. It was a delicate platinum band, one I'd briefly worried might be too feminine, with small, inset diamonds set at random, almost like stars. It would sit perfectly alongside another band— a wedding band.
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Date: 2023-10-09 12:05 am (UTC)He sinks to his knees in front of me and my pulse rockets, eyes widening as I lift a hand to cover my mouth. The ring is gorgeous, delicate and sparkling, but as much as I like pretty things, I’d wear a piece of twine if it meant that I got to have him.
His words make me chuckle and I shake my head as I drop my hand from my mouth, eyes brimmed with tears as I look from the ring to his face.
“You just have to ask the question,” I tell him as I shift forward until I’m sitting on the edge of the sofa, reaching out to touch the side of his face. “Ask me so I can answer you.”
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Date: 2023-10-09 12:06 am (UTC)He sinks to his knees in front of me and my pulse rockets, eyes widening as I lift a hand to cover my mouth. The ring is gorgeous, delicate and sparkling, but as much as I like pretty things, I’d wear a piece of twine if it meant that I got to have him.
His words make me chuckle and I shake my head as I drop my hand from my mouth, eyes brimmed with tears as I look from the ring to his face.
“You just have to ask the question, pesca,” I tell him as I shift forward until I’m sitting on the edge of the sofa, reaching out to touch the side of his face. “Ask me so I can answer you.”
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Date: 2023-10-09 05:30 pm (UTC)He told me to ask him the question, but instead, it was a declaration. An acceptance. A celebration.
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Date: 2023-10-09 11:02 pm (UTC)“Yes,” I finally say, blinking away a set of tears as I watch him slide the ring onto my finger. Oliver may have been worried about me making comparisons but I don’t, not even a little. It’s a moment that feels brand new, and as soon as the ring is on my finger, I suddenly surge forward and throw my arms around him, tackling him excitedly to the floor. “Yes, obviously.”
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Date: 2023-10-10 12:08 pm (UTC)My hand in his hair, I kissed his face, whatever bit of it I could find. His cheek, his eyelid, the bridge of his nose. "I thought you might," I teased lightly, my lips against his ear and a wide, nearly shell-shocked grin on my face.
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Date: 2023-10-10 03:25 pm (UTC)“I’d marry you today,” I say between kisses, feeling nearly overwhelmed by my happiness. I wasn’t expecting this today, but like I said— Oliver still finds ways to surprise me after all this time. “I’ll marry you however you want.”
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Date: 2023-10-11 03:18 pm (UTC)"We can get our marriage license this week," I suggested, hopeful and a little hesitant. "Maybe ask Jamie to come with us? I want it to be for the two of us. The party we plan afterward can be as extravagant as you like. Would you be okay with that?"
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Date: 2023-10-11 06:36 pm (UTC)“I am definitely okay with that,” I assure him, smiling serenely as his fingers drag back my hair. Oliver looks happy, and that means the world to me. I want so badly for him to be happy. “Ceremony for us, and party after. I want to show off my husband.”
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Date: 2023-10-12 02:04 pm (UTC)"I'm the one who gets to show off," I teased, tucking his hair behind his ear, my hands gently framing his face. "You are famous, after all."
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Date: 2023-10-13 02:56 am (UTC)“You’re my muse. That music wouldn’t exist without you,” I tell him. I would have wound up as a musician whether or not I met him, I’m sure, but I wouldn’t be making music like I’m making now. I know that much. “I’ll have to write us a song for the wedding.”
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Date: 2023-10-13 01:57 pm (UTC)"Something disgustingly romantic?" I teased, a hand resting on his hip and gently kneading the wiry muscle there. "You should. You can serenade me. We'll make all the guests uncomfortable."
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