the marriage life meme

[considers]

marriage life meme
(condensed version)

rules:
* post with your character's name and series in the comment title along with any preferences or notes.
* taggers, go to RNG and roll between 1 and 3, or choose one of the prompt selections down below.
* head back to RNG or go there if you haven't already and roll between 1 and 5, or choose a prompt of your own.
* play out the sequences relevant to that of a married lifestyle.

1. proposal {
1. park - you've been planning this proposal for awhile and have taken your sweetheart to a nice secluded area in the park. are they going to say yes or leave you in the dust?

2. house - dimmed lights, candles, home made dinner. it's obvious you've fixed yourself up for something tonight. let's see if your lover catches on before the question is popped.

3. public event - perhaps you're one who wants to gain a lot of attention; maybe your significant other doesn't as much. either way, this goes from writing their message in the sky with an airplane to something like a flash mob ensemble with others involved.

4. restaurant - nothing romantic like taking them out somewhere ritzy and hiding the rings in that glass of expensive wine.

5. car - you've driven them somewhere nostalgic or meaningful either to you or each other, or perhaps just a good view overlooking the city cause maybe you had no other idea how to do it or couldn't afford anything else.

2. marriage {
1. traditional - both parties have agreed and said yes, and everything goes well just like in the fairy tales you've always dreamed of.

2. arranged - you had no say so in this but somebody else like your parents did. you've never seen this person before until you walk down the aisle. what are your thoughts? are you nervous? what if you two don't get along? looks like you have to deal with it either way. enjoy?

3. elope - nothing fancy. you know, they do make drive thru chapels or perhaps you're just going to experience the excitement of meeting up at the court. all and all, it doesn't matter, just so you have your sweetheart to yourself.

4. shotgun - congrats, somebody is pregnant. there's only one more thing left to do now..

5. disaster - looks like somebody forgot the rings! never mind the fact the maid of honor is having a wardrobe malfunction or that soon to be father in law is causing a scene of some sort.

3. after marriage {
1. honeymoon night - self explanatory! come on, you know what this means. it just wouldn't be the same without this option.

2. new addition - it could be a pregnancy or bringing home a new child, or something as simple as a new pet goldfish.

3. house purchase - after months of living in a trashy apartment, you're both about to sign the dotted line and move into your new place.

4. argument - deep, relationship sort of arguments or something petty like who drank all the milk; it's up to you!

5. divorce - somebody has had enough of this and is ready to move on. how will it all go down?

Comments

[fourth_strikes_first]

[OCC: Nope!]

[beyondgreeneyes]

[OOC: 2-3? Not sure Quatre would be the eloping type but Trowa sure would be. XD You can start, or I can if you like?]

[fourth_strikes_first]

[OOC: That's fine by me. If you could start that would be fantastic!]

ask and you shall receive~!

[beyondgreeneyes]

Somewhere along a remote highway, a car with two passengers hummed peacefully down the road. In the driver’s seat, Trowa’s hand was calm and firm on the steering wheel; his foot steady on the gas; all the while his consciousness was lost in thoughts.

A remote Earth location. Just the two of them. A simple ceremony.

Even the car they drove to their destination was unremarkable. It all suited Trowa just fine. He had no need for anything extravagant. Never had, either. All that mattered was the man beside him in the passenger seat, whom he loved more than he had voice for, and the commitment they were about to make. Though it was little more than a mere legal affirmation of the bond they’d shared for years now.

And as for Trowa, he’d never been more certain of anything in his life.

His green eyes took note of a passing road sign. Only two miles till their exit.

Moving from its resting place atop the gearshift, his hand found Quatre’s. The palm that encompassed the smaller man’s hand was warm and gentle, devoid of even the slightest bit of doubt or unsteadiness. After all, the only thing left was to hope that this plan for their most special and sacred day would be perfect for the one he loved. Though he’d asked before – and it was a little late to ask again – he queried anyway.

“Is this okay, Quatre?”

[fourth_strikes_first]

He'd been watching the scenery through the passenger window. It was nice outside, and he could almost picture them going to a picnic. Earth never stopped surprising him with how beautiful it was. Which was why he'd been more than happy visit, and turn that visit into moving to Earth. It certainly wasn't practical for his work, but he frankly didn't care.

Not at the moment at least.

Right now he wasn't thinking about paperwork, or building schedules or stocks. He'd left all that to his secretary and hopped in the car with Trowa. Sure the blond was nervous, but who wasn't when it came to opening the next chapter of your live with the partner you'd always dreamed of?

Quatre squeezed Trowa's hand and turned to him with a smile, "Of course."

Running off to somewhere the tabloids couldn't reach? It was much better than okay. Once they'd had the ceremony and word finally got out, he didn't care. Because at that point it couldn't be ruined.

omg cute icon is cute~!

[beyondgreeneyes]

Trowa let a small smile tug at his lips, and gave Quatre’s hand a returned squeeze before turning on his right blinker, (even though no one was around to see it), and merging off the highway. From there it was only a short drive up a winding two-lane road that was surrounded by fields of lush green grass and scattered wildflowers.

Though the site was distant and the ceremony small, Trowa had selected the location carefully. Turning off the street, the car rumbled dutifully up a grassy hill, topped with one large, sprawling tree in full bloom. Just on the other side would be a gradual slope down to a secluded beach alcove, where soft waves kissed the shore in time with the tide. Its beauty, unparalleled by anything he’d seen in all his years of travels, was sure to only be rivaled by the expression that would grace his love’s face in a matter of moments.

As they neared the end of the climb, the only other vehicle they’d seen in hours was parked on one side of the massive tree. The minister had been waiting for them, as instructed. Everything was going according to plan. Trowa pulled alongside the other car and parked, pausing before even reaching for the door handle to get out. His thumb stroked Quatre’s hand gently as he centered his focus solely on the man he loved, waiting for his reaction.

Thank you!

[fourth_strikes_first]

It really did look perfect. He remembered seeing pictures of places like this before he'd ever come to Earth, and none of them could ever do this place justice. There were no signs of war, just nature, untouched.

"It's amazing. Thank you Trowa." The blond leaned over the divide in the seats and pressed a ghost-light kiss on Trowa's lips. This wasn't what he'd pictured, but it was much better.


[OOC: If you want more Trowa icons, you're welcome to browse through and use what you like from here~! I think its up to the middle of the series or something. I really need to finish up my icon sets.]

[beyondgreeneyes]

Even after all their years together, just the slightest touch from the blond still filled Trowa with emotion and sensation no words could do justice. He looked back at his mate for a moment after their kiss, beaming at him in a way he knew only Quatre would understand.

He stepped out of the car, circling around to open the door for his soon-to-be husband. The minister waited just beyond them, quiet and patient. Only the soft sound of rolling waves could be heard as Trowa extended a hand to Quatre.

[OOC: Thanks for the hot tip! I snagged a couple. :3 I would have more icons for this account but I never EVER get to play with my poor neglected Trowa. ;w; And it’s so sad, because this is pretty much my all-time OTP.]

[fourth_strikes_first]

Quatre waited for Trowa to open the door for him. Then took his hand, enjoying the smell of the salty air. He really hoped that all of this wasn't a dream.

Once he was out of the car, Quatre moved close to Trowa, leaning against him as much as walking would permit. His fingers threaded between Trowa's and he smiled.

"I couldn't be happier right now."


[OOC: But there are so few Trowa players! *sob* You should definitely play him more. ^__^ ]

[beyondgreeneyes]

“Same here,” Trowa murmured, giving the hand in his a gentle squeeze as they continued walking.

At last, they stood before the minister. A fading early afternoon sun cast golden rays onto the rolling waves, making the backdrop all the more beautiful. Trowa turned to face his love, taken by the way the sunlight on his hair almost seemed to make him glow. Or perhaps it was the expression on his face providing the effect.

Though he could feel his heart pound more with every beat, the whole of Trowa’s body was still unshaken and calm. He reached to take the blond’s other hand in his own.

“Are we ready?” the minister asked.

Trowa’s eyes turned to Quatre’s.

[OOC: If you want, I will! :3 I actually would love to have a 3x4 musebox with someone just to pour my Trowa muse into. He’s a pretty present muse for me still, and I need a place for all my 3x4 feels because I has SO MANY! XD]

[fourth_strikes_first]

The sun hitting the water made it look almost like the desert. That had been the first thing he'd fallen in love with on Earth. The desert, warm, stable, but it could turn into a storm at any moment. But the ocean reminded him of Trowa. They'd been at Corsica when they'd first met. A lone military base surrounded by the Mediterranean. It could almost sound romantic if you forgot the war...

"Yes," He locked his eyes with Trowa's. His only regrets were that their parents weren't alive anymore. But Quatre had a feeling that in the scheme of things, it didn't matter. They would be happy - he hoped they would have been happy for them.

"More than ready."


[OOC: That would be awesome. My muselist has my contact info, and I have an unused musebox sitting around too.]

prepare for sweetness overloooaaaad~

[beyondgreeneyes]

With a small nod, the minister began reciting those sacred words. Words Trowa never thought he’d live long enough to hear, let alone share with this man. He only actually heard them for a matter of moments before his mind was flooded with memories from long ago.

Even during their early meetings, Quatre had never been shy about his thoughts and feelings. Stubborn at first, Trowa had fought back against them. He turned away time and time again, all the while feeling the little blond chipping away at the mask he wore.

But Quatre was patient and kind; endearing and understanding. He waited at bay until their job was done, and by the time the war ended, Trowa knew that if his life from that point forward was only allowed one constant, he wanted it to be him. No, not wanted – needed. This man – this one person alone – had breathed life into him in ways he couldn’t imagine. For more than just that reason alone, he couldn’t be without Quatre. He just couldn’t.

Trowa’s thumbs stroked gently over the soft skin of the blond’s hands, unconsciously pausing to trace over the spot where a wedding band would soon sit. He could see Quatre’s eyes brimming with emotion as they stared back at him intently, lovingly. And so, Trowa’s gaze didn’t stray to the minister as he responded to the quintessential question.
“I do.”

[OOC: Cool! I added you on Plurk - I'm tandemthoughts, btw. Haven't done a muselist yet (/lazy) but I'm also in 4Nations, just not as a g-boy. X3 Anyway, I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to occupy your musebox with Trowa-y goodness of all varieties! :D]

[fourth_strikes_first]

He shifted closer to Trowa, just wanting the minister to hurry up. Remembering all those old movies where for one reason or another the minister was urged to jump to the 'I dos', he smiled. Quatre had never thought he'd be wishing that. His thoughts came back to focus when he saw Trowa's lips move. He couldn't remember what else had been said, but as soon as he was prompted to, he repeated, "I do."

Then he squeezed Trowa's hands. First 'I dos', then rings, then a kiss. And paperwork. But the blond was pointedly forgetting about that for now. There was no sense ruining the moment with thinking about signing papers.

[beyondgreeneyes]

No matter how expected it was, it still warmed Trowa inside to hear his love say those words. As Quatre finished, the minister handed off the rings. The blond’s came first - a simple, shining golden band. Save for a few ornate details, it was relatively ordinary, in Trowa’s eyes. It certainly didn’t seem like much, but he recalled from long ago how Quatre’s eyes had followed it as they passed by it in a store. Perhaps the blond didn’t realize his partner was watching, but subtlety was a specialty for Trowa. And, when it came to the man he loved, he forgot nothing.

No other piece of jewelry had ever held Quatre’s attention in such a way, before or since. So when the time came to propose, Trowa knew no other band would do. He spared no effort or expense in tracking it down, even if only to set those beloved eyes alight with joy.

The taller man examined the item fondly for just a moment before sliding it gently onto the blond’s slender ring finger - a perfect fit. His eyes then returned to Quatre’s. While Trowa was sure the expression on his face didn’t reflect a fraction of the happiness in his heart, surely his eyes did.

[fourth_strikes_first]

The ring felt heavy against his skin. They hadn't bothered with engagement rings, so this was the first ring he'd ever worn. And it was perfect. Trowa always noticed what he liked. Even when he tried to make it difficult for the other man.

Giving Trowa a kiss on the cheek, Quatre slipped his partner's ring onto his finger. It was a heavy, pale sliver band that had taken Howard consulting with a master jeweler to make. The last pieces of Heavyarms and Sandrock, melted together into something only they would cherish. They had met because of the Gundams. And after everything that had happened, Quatre never regretted getting behind Sandrock's controls because of that.

"I love you, Trowa Barton."

[beyondgreeneyes]

Trowa hummed contentedly at the gentle kiss on his cheek, letting green eyes slide closed in a prolonged blink as the ring was placed. When his sight returned, it focused on the blond – his husband – before anywhere else. Quatre was his, to have and to hold, forever more. And, for Trowa Barton, life had never been more beautiful.

“And I love you, Quatre Raberba Winner.” He almost seemed to say the name the way the blond did himself, enunciating every syllable with care. Compassion. Love.

Trowa’s eyes then dropped to the ring, a glimmering representation of their eternal commitment to one another. It didn’t feel like any variety of fine or precious metal; it wasn’t gold, platinum, or the like. It was something else. He could tell by weight alone. What metal would be so light? Instinctively, his mind could think of one certain type...but that wasn’t possible. There was no way.

It hit him then. Despite however he might appear to those unassuming of him, Trowa’s little blond love was crafty. Quatre was a man with a great eye for detail, with just the right amount of creativity to conjure truly unique ideas, and the boldness and determination to bring them to life. Nothing was impossible.

Green eyes flickered from the ring to his newlywed husband. “Is this..?”

[fourth_strikes_first]

Quatre nodded and met those green eyes with a smile. Then he traced his fingers over the ring on Trowa's finger. "It was the only thing that seemed to make sense."

If it made Trowa happy, then that was all that mattered to him. But Quatre couldn't wait for the minister to move onto the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Trowa's neck and pulled him close.