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01.Jan.21, 01:35 PM
T’ryn had spent the last few days getting everything ready for that night. Some of it he knew he didn’t have to do—like begging a kitchen worker and trading a favour for them to prepare a dinner he knew Cazan loved with a couple of little individual pies for dessert—but he had a habit of over-thinking and planning everything if given two seconds on something so he had probably done too much and maybe could have gotten away with doing nothing at all. But Cazan deserved more than that. He wanted her to know how much she meant to him and that he would always be there for her as long as she wanted him there. Given his past attempts at love—a bit of doubt still lurked in his mind no matter how much he tried to banish it.
But he had told himself he wouldn’t think about that but focus on the positive and the way Cazan smiled or her adorable expression of shock when he came in with the tray of food and ushered her out to the ledge to enjoy a picnic. It was chilly out so Syrendryth played wind-blocker while T’ryn went back in to grab the blue blanket he had gifted her months earlier to drape over Cazan’s shoulders. If he could only pick one thing to miss the most about Ista Weyr, it was the ability to sit on his ledge at any time of the day in any season. But he didn’t want to be cooped up and there was just something special about sitting on the ledge with Cazan that he’d always associate with their first real date.
They chatted as they ate about their days—he’d spent the last couple in Telgar—and T’ryn laughed at the progress to the puppet show Malvayth and Taith were making. He was honestly surprised the dragons had the attention span to keep going with it but it kept them out of trouble and it was kind of cute from the little demonstration Malvayth had given him. He even teased her about if she saw Kor’is while he was away, which surprised T’ryn given what he was about to ask. He had some insecurities and even a hint of jealousy sometimes but he had been okay with his girlfriend having a couple of extra buddies.
As they were finishing up their pies, T’ryn sucked on his spoon for a moment, considering how he wanted to proceed. Yes, he had gone over multiple scenarios in his head and practiced what he would say but Cazan could sometimes be a bit chaotic and throw all of his planning right off the ledge. Finally he set the spoon down and threw out the planning himself figuring it was better to go in unprepared before a stumble happened and it became a mess.
“So… I was going to wait a while before bringing up labels again because I didn’t want to rush you into anything but it feels right.” With how much he loved her, having a baby together, officially moving in together as soon as they could, exploring interests in bed, and even the wedding that he understood was in deed-only all rolled into one reason, it didn’t make sense to keep putting it off. “I love you, Cazan, and I was wondering if you would be my weyrmate.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the reality hit T’ryn and he smiled while hoping he didn’t look absolutely terrified at what her answer could be.
But he had told himself he wouldn’t think about that but focus on the positive and the way Cazan smiled or her adorable expression of shock when he came in with the tray of food and ushered her out to the ledge to enjoy a picnic. It was chilly out so Syrendryth played wind-blocker while T’ryn went back in to grab the blue blanket he had gifted her months earlier to drape over Cazan’s shoulders. If he could only pick one thing to miss the most about Ista Weyr, it was the ability to sit on his ledge at any time of the day in any season. But he didn’t want to be cooped up and there was just something special about sitting on the ledge with Cazan that he’d always associate with their first real date.
They chatted as they ate about their days—he’d spent the last couple in Telgar—and T’ryn laughed at the progress to the puppet show Malvayth and Taith were making. He was honestly surprised the dragons had the attention span to keep going with it but it kept them out of trouble and it was kind of cute from the little demonstration Malvayth had given him. He even teased her about if she saw Kor’is while he was away, which surprised T’ryn given what he was about to ask. He had some insecurities and even a hint of jealousy sometimes but he had been okay with his girlfriend having a couple of extra buddies.
As they were finishing up their pies, T’ryn sucked on his spoon for a moment, considering how he wanted to proceed. Yes, he had gone over multiple scenarios in his head and practiced what he would say but Cazan could sometimes be a bit chaotic and throw all of his planning right off the ledge. Finally he set the spoon down and threw out the planning himself figuring it was better to go in unprepared before a stumble happened and it became a mess.
“So… I was going to wait a while before bringing up labels again because I didn’t want to rush you into anything but it feels right.” With how much he loved her, having a baby together, officially moving in together as soon as they could, exploring interests in bed, and even the wedding that he understood was in deed-only all rolled into one reason, it didn’t make sense to keep putting it off. “I love you, Cazan, and I was wondering if you would be my weyrmate.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the reality hit T’ryn and he smiled while hoping he didn’t look absolutely terrified at what her answer could be.
