[Though Lorna would have been content to stay as they were for quite a while longer, she doesn't protest when Anna pulls away - rather, she sees it as an opportunity to get a hold of herself, dabbing her face dry with her sleeve while Anna peppers her with three little pecks.]
[Goodness, she can only imagine how red and splotchy her face must look. At the very least, her eyes must certainly be red.]
Oh, of course, of course- I had nearly forgotten.
[She flashes a small, apologetic smile, embarrassed now that she remembers Anna had been waiting all this time to share something of her own.]
[Lorna smooths her hair back, tucking her fringe away from her still-damp cheeks in an effort to tidy herself up a bit after all that emotional tossing and turning she just did.]
What is it you wanted to say, my sweet turtledove?
[Anna's heart feels like it's about to leap out of her throat, but she manages to swallow down her nerves enough to get out what she wants to say. What she's been practicing. In her pocket, her fingers close around the slender ring, and pull it out, still hidden in her palm. One of Anna's vines reaches out to help tidy Lorna's hair, a soft leaf nudging up under her eye to wipe away a tear.]
Well...okay. Whew! Here goes. I've...been thinking a lot, lately, about how time works here, and...and how it's smart to make the most of it. After all, people come and go all the time. And recently, someone smart told me that if I want to enjoy something while I'm here, I should just...go for it, instead of worrying about what might happen.
[Anna clears her throat, the ring feeling like a ship's anchor in her palm. Here goes nothing.]
Anyway, wow, um—what I'm trying to say, is. You make me happier than anyone in this whole world, Lorna, in any world. Being your girlfriend has been like...like a fairytale for me! And I love every single day that we spend together. S-so, I was sort of wondering...
[Now she raises her hand, palm-up, and uncurls her fingers. Inside, nestled in the petals of a white camellia she'd grown on the spot, is a delicate gold ring in the shape of a rose, with a diamond peeking out of its center. This she offers to Lorna with a nervous smile.]
Would you...marry me? Be my wife? And spend the rest of our days together, no matter how many there are?
[Years ago, before she knew better than to ever hope for such a thing, Lorna used to daydream about proposals, weddings, true love and all the other storybook things that weren't allowed to her. Even in her fantasies, she never expected much: boy her age or a touch older, a simple young man of simple means, someone who would take well to Auntie. He would be money-poor but spirit-wealthy, possessing charm and character and a good heart but little else.]
[However, even a dream as simple as that had always seemed too much to ask. To think anyone other than Auntie could ever love her - it was preposterous.]
[And now here she is a lifetime later, watching all those once-forgotten dreams unfold in real life as though they were plucked straight from her mind, only the circumstances are so wildly beyond anything she ever could have pictured even in her most untamed imaginings.]
[She's not being proposed by a young man, but a woman. She does not come from simple means, but royalty, and her heart, charm, and character were only a fraction of the qualities she possesses.]
[Lorna cannot believe this is happening - her mind simply cannot reconcile the reality of the situation with her long-held but now thoroughly obliterated expectations.]
[She blinks rapidly, her stunned, wide-eyes brimming once more with fresh tears, her hands hovering over her mouth as though to stifle a gasp - not that she could utter one even if she tried. Her throat's gone so tight she can scarcely breathe let alone make a sound, and so she answers Anna's question the only way she can.]
[She nods, just once at first, then more rapidly as her composure takes leave of her once again and reduces her to hiccuping softly as she chokes back a sob, her shoulders shaking from the effort of keeping herself from falling to pieces.]
[She leans forward to hug Anna once more, her tail snaking around to wrap around her waist because she simply does not have enough appendages with which to express just how much she loves her.]
[Waiting for Lorna's answer is very nearly agony. There's a moment, when Lorna's just sort of blinking at her and staring, where Anna's worried that she's misread this, that Lorna's fine with them being together, but maybe she'd only want to marry a man...
But then she's nodding and Anna feels herself swept up in joy and relief, her stomach clenching as she realizes that she's saying yes That she didn't make the wrong decision She leans forward into Lorna's embrace with a wet laugh, tears forming in her own eyes now, and laughs in mingled disbelief and utter joy.]
Aye, a thousand times, aye! A million more, as many as you'd ask.
[She's smiling so hard she aches from the strain of it, but that doesn't stop her from expressing her joy in the slightest - it just encourages her to channel it elsewhere.]
[For example, to her wings; they flutter behind her as fiercely as the butterflies in her stomach, which has the unintended consequence of lifting them both off the ground. Lorna is startled for only a moment before a laugh bubbles up from her throat and she tightens her grip on Anna, keeping her safe and secure as she spins them both about in a little circle of shared delight.]
[Anna lets out a joyful squeal, that escalates as she feels herself lifted up off the ground; she only clings tighter to Lorna, face buried in her shoulder, before she pulls her head back and leans in to give her fiancée (fiancée!!) a kiss, pouring all her love into it. When she pulls back, she's breathless, eyes wet.]
[Lorna has never truly understood the phrase 'Kissed silly' until now, but wow. She wants to squeal and bury her face in her hands and jump up and down but she can do none of those things without both dropping Anna and herself back to the ground in a most undignified heap.]
[So, instead, she settles for burying her burning face in the crook of Anna's neck to hide what she is sure is a furious blush.]
And you me - more than words can say.
[She lowers them slowly back to the ground, and once she's back on her hooves she pulls away from her little hiding place at Anna's throat with a parting kiss to her shoulder.]
[When she looks back to Anna, tear-filled eyes meeting tear-filled eyes, she cannot help but laugh softly and shake her head.]
Look at us, making such fools of ourselves.
[She reaches up to swipe her thumbs across the corners of Anna's eyes, partly to dry them, but mostly so she can have the excuse to cradle her face in her hands.]
Thank the Lord we're not in public, we would have made quite the spectacle.
[What did Anna ever deserve, to find a companion who's so sweet, so tender and soft and adorable, but strong? Strong in her own way, strong in a quiet way that Anna's always admired.
She lets out a wet laugh, feeling Lorna wipe away her tears, and nuzzles into one of her hands with those petal soft cheeks.]
Oh, I know better than to do something like this in public! [Another laugh, a sniffle.] I don't want you to actually burst into flame, dearest.
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[Goodness, she can only imagine how red and splotchy her face must look. At the very least, her eyes must certainly be red.]
Oh, of course, of course- I had nearly forgotten.
[She flashes a small, apologetic smile, embarrassed now that she remembers Anna had been waiting all this time to share something of her own.]
[Lorna smooths her hair back, tucking her fringe away from her still-damp cheeks in an effort to tidy herself up a bit after all that emotional tossing and turning she just did.]
What is it you wanted to say, my sweet turtledove?
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Well...okay. Whew! Here goes. I've...been thinking a lot, lately, about how time works here, and...and how it's smart to make the most of it. After all, people come and go all the time. And recently, someone smart told me that if I want to enjoy something while I'm here, I should just...go for it, instead of worrying about what might happen.
[Anna clears her throat, the ring feeling like a ship's anchor in her palm. Here goes nothing.]
Anyway, wow, um—what I'm trying to say, is. You make me happier than anyone in this whole world, Lorna, in any world. Being your girlfriend has been like...like a fairytale for me! And I love every single day that we spend together. S-so, I was sort of wondering...
[Now she raises her hand, palm-up, and uncurls her fingers. Inside, nestled in the petals of a white camellia she'd grown on the spot, is a delicate gold ring in the shape of a rose, with a diamond peeking out of its center. This she offers to Lorna with a nervous smile.]
Would you...marry me? Be my wife? And spend the rest of our days together, no matter how many there are?
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[However, even a dream as simple as that had always seemed too much to ask. To think anyone other than Auntie could ever love her - it was preposterous.]
[And now here she is a lifetime later, watching all those once-forgotten dreams unfold in real life as though they were plucked straight from her mind, only the circumstances are so wildly beyond anything she ever could have pictured even in her most untamed imaginings.]
[She's not being proposed by a young man, but a woman. She does not come from simple means, but royalty, and her heart, charm, and character were only a fraction of the qualities she possesses.]
[Lorna cannot believe this is happening - her mind simply cannot reconcile the reality of the situation with her long-held but now thoroughly obliterated expectations.]
[She blinks rapidly, her stunned, wide-eyes brimming once more with fresh tears, her hands hovering over her mouth as though to stifle a gasp - not that she could utter one even if she tried. Her throat's gone so tight she can scarcely breathe let alone make a sound, and so she answers Anna's question the only way she can.]
[She nods, just once at first, then more rapidly as her composure takes leave of her once again and reduces her to hiccuping softly as she chokes back a sob, her shoulders shaking from the effort of keeping herself from falling to pieces.]
[She leans forward to hug Anna once more, her tail snaking around to wrap around her waist because she simply does not have enough appendages with which to express just how much she loves her.]
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But then she's nodding and Anna feels herself swept up in joy and relief, her stomach clenching as she realizes that she's saying yes That she didn't make the wrong decision She leans forward into Lorna's embrace with a wet laugh, tears forming in her own eyes now, and laughs in mingled disbelief and utter joy.]
R-really? You'll really marry me?
Oh my god that icon tho
[She's smiling so hard she aches from the strain of it, but that doesn't stop her from expressing her joy in the slightest - it just encourages her to channel it elsewhere.]
[For example, to her wings; they flutter behind her as fiercely as the butterflies in her stomach, which has the unintended consequence of lifting them both off the ground. Lorna is startled for only a moment before a laugh bubbles up from her throat and she tightens her grip on Anna, keeping her safe and secure as she spins them both about in a little circle of shared delight.]
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Lorna, you've made me so happy.
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[So, instead, she settles for burying her burning face in the crook of Anna's neck to hide what she is sure is a furious blush.]
And you me - more than words can say.
[She lowers them slowly back to the ground, and once she's back on her hooves she pulls away from her little hiding place at Anna's throat with a parting kiss to her shoulder.]
[When she looks back to Anna, tear-filled eyes meeting tear-filled eyes, she cannot help but laugh softly and shake her head.]
Look at us, making such fools of ourselves.
[She reaches up to swipe her thumbs across the corners of Anna's eyes, partly to dry them, but mostly so she can have the excuse to cradle her face in her hands.]
Thank the Lord we're not in public, we would have made quite the spectacle.
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She lets out a wet laugh, feeling Lorna wipe away her tears, and nuzzles into one of her hands with those petal soft cheeks.]
Oh, I know better than to do something like this in public! [Another laugh, a sniffle.] I don't want you to actually burst into flame, dearest.