A Bad Reputation (1x1 w/PoisonousIvee)

[PoisonousIvee]

"Y'll break my heart if ye go an' give anoth'r man heirs before yer future husband." He said with a soft smile.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

There it was. The same joke as always. Was he serious? She couldn't tell.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

His smile dropped when she didn't say anything. Maybe he read her wrong, maybe she wasn't really interested?

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She decided to play along, she didn't want the silence to be weird. "Oh I wouldn't dream of it..~"

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He perked, eyes becoming...hopeful? "Well, good. Keep tellin' 'em yer spoken for, an' if they give ye any trouble, point 'em t' me."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She smiled. "You got it..~"

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He continued to flirt with her, and now along with his usual routine of flowers and calling himself her future husband, he would sometimes talk about what their children would be like.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She was still so confused, did he mean it? Was he joking? She had no idea. The other men and women still kept up their advances though, which didn't help.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He came to her at her shop, hands hiding under his cloak, "Hello, love." He greeted as he usually did.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"Hello, Derek, here for more shameless flirting?" She asked, smiling

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"A bit, yes." He replied as he moved closer, "How's th' shop?"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She smiled. "Doing well enough.." she said.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Well enough?" He repeated, "That's good."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She nodded, making a noise as she stocked out some product on the shelves.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"So," he shifted his feet gently, "Ye have any traditions ye wan'ed t' keep?"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"Traditions?" She asked.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Yeah, like anythin' ye wan'ed t' pass on t' our children?" He asked.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She laughed softly. "I'm not sure, why..?"

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He held his hand to her, watching her quietly.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She looked over. "Yes..?" She asked.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Gimme yer hand.." He requested gently.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She moved over to him slowly and extended her hand.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He took it gently and his other hand slipped a simple iron band onto her ring finger. He exhaled his relief, "I was scared it wouldn' fit..." He muttered.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She went to laugh but.. slowly realized he wasn't joking. He was serious? What? No, there was no way. "D..Derek..?" She asked, not taking her hand from his.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"A lot of th' women here from near where ye used t' live said that when they married, their future husband gave them a ring. While my traditions aren' partic'larly simil'r, I wanna respec' yers." He told her.