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efdc0, ⊕MacKenna Brodie: Time, well it slows down, as they stand there looking at each other - only a couple feet apart. Her with her hands on her hips and fire in her eyes; him with that hurt, but questioning gaze. It feels like an eternity passing in the span of only a few seconds. That all they’ve tried to ignore and suppress over the past few months is culminating in this single solitary moment in time. It may only be a couple feet, but it feels like a vast chasm - and once it’s traversed, there’s no going back. She’s sinking into those scorched caramel depths, lips parting to say something - to protest more, maybe. But nothing comes out but a soft exhale of breath….an almost moan, barely there. Did he see the slight shudder ripple through her, or the way that anger gaze fades into something else. Something much more……well, more. Fate holds it breath, impatiently waiting for which way to bend…..
efdc0, ⊕MacKenna Brodie: She had to sit, because her breath is coming in short rapid-fire bursts - trying desperately to draw in air with abbreviated panting sort of gasps. Her heart hammers in her chest; painfully so - and while one hand covers her mouth the other comes up to press against the sudden irregular beating between her breasts. As Mac stares down at him keeling expectantly before her, her vision narrows and the room spins on its axis. Either she’s having a heart attack or hyperventilating; either way she looks very close to passing out there for a minute or two. Those luminous green eyes finally blink at the snap of that ring box closing, and while she heard his ’I’ll take that as a no’, it sounded far off and distant...as if this is happening to someone else and not her. What the fuck is happening here?! All she wanted was to stun him with that dress; make his head turn a little. Not this. Not have him ask her to be Mrs. Chris muther-fucking Napoli. Oh god. Just the thought of being his wife and taking his name causes a soft hiccupping sort of whimper. All those times she scribbled just that in her notebook in middle school; all those silly little-girl daydreams built on nothing more than a crush all those years ago - and yet, here she stands. Shocked. Confused. Trying desperately to wrap her head around what he just asked her…and why. Dear lord almighty, WHY?! Why now? Why here for fucks sake? He couldn’t seem to leave the room fast enough only a short while ago. What the hell happened at the concierge desk?! She watches mutely as he moves to set the ring box on the night stand, eyes transfixed on that black velveteen shell as the room falls awkwardly silent for the span of a minute or so. As her breathing begins to even out and that initial panic attack reaction eases up the pain that clutched her chest lessens. Mac was full on hyperventilating there for a short while, and Chris looked as if he wanted to run to her and help. But Lord help him if he touched her in that moment; she wasn’t sure what she would have done. Punched him maybe, or ran screaming from the room - maybe both. When he finds his voice again her eyes slowly drag away from that trinket on the nightstand to his grim, scolded puppy-dog, eyes. ’…..and let all the kittens out of the bag’. As he fidgets she shakes her head softly, still having a hard time absorbing the enormity of what he just asked her, and what he’s trying to tell her. ’So. Now you know’. Now she knows what, exactly?! That he cares about her!? Loves her!? Has a monumental screw loose!? He says he didn’t know what she would do - but how the hell did he think she would respond for fucks sake?! Theirs is not a fairytale romance. Hell, it’s not even a romance. It was barely even a flirtation an hour ago. But the way he says her name, so soft and full of reverence, it causes her stomach to flutter - as does the way he looks at her when he says it. Like a lover would. As Chris continues to lay his heart out on his sleeve with his words she finally pushes off that couch arm - pacing quietly, hands coming up to run through her hair in frustration as she listens. Damn right this came out of left field, completely blindsiding her. The more he talks, the more the whole thing makes her, well….angry. When it appears he’s finally done she spins on her heels to finally face him, brow furrowed. “Jus’ Happens? Jus’ Happens?!” She laughs, but it’s not the mirthful sort - more of an exasperated one. “Wha’ th’ fuck Chris, who does this?! Who?! This kind of shit does nae jus’ happen.” She takes a step or two closer, beginning to gesture wildly as her tone rises. “Ah know ahm nae as sophisticated as yer usual type of girl Napoli, but ahm pretty damn sure ye do nae jus gae an fucking propose tae someone ya’ barely even kissed before. I’m pretty damn sure yeh skipped ah few pretty important steps.” Balled up fists find her hips; hips that cock defiantly to the side as she takes him to task. “Ye’ hold her hand, or take her dancin’….or, or…..ask her if ye’ can kiss her, or tell her how pretty she looks in that dress….or hell, ye’ even take her out behind th’ bloody woodshed for a shag before you fuckin’ ask her tae marry ya’!”? She lets out soft growl of frustration while attempting to quell that Brodie temper - cheeks flushed and eyes flashing as she stares him down from just a foot or two away. God damn it, why do his eyes have to look so warm and inviting - like rich pools of burnt caramel. It’s enough to take a bit of the wind out of her sails. She tries to reiterate her point by repeating her herself, “…just, hold her hand…kiss her….take her behind th’ woodshed”, but those words - they come out soft…much, much softer than she meant. Those butterflies, they’re back again….but for a whole different reason.
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c8099, Bagpipe: ( * waves* hey guys , its krys. hit me up on discord , its been a long time Ame # 4203)
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