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Old 10-15-2012, 03:26 AM   #3 (permalink)
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Nora Penelope Reed
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Konrad Alexander Scherfig
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"Isn't this amazing?" Roxanne asked, stepping onto the old stone bridge. "How it's remained standing, despite it's age, with all these buildings on top of it....?" The plaque had read '1343' which was, what, 730+ years? Damn.

Walking further onto the bridge, she spotted a cute little jewelry shop tucked between a souviner shop and a small art gallery. "Hey, you want to look there first?", nodding towards the shop. Then, she realized what a mistake that question could turn out to be. What if Konrad took it as a kind of...... a hinting around? Would he freak out? She hoped not, because that was definitely not what she was doing. So, yes, she was biting her lip, waiting for his answer.
Why was the bridge still standing, after all those years? "That's simple," Konrad grinned, folding his arm around hers to keep her close, and leaned down a little to lower his voice. "Magic." In all honesty, he thought that the ones who built it were good at their jobs, to make a bridge like that one, but magic always seemed like a good answer, as well.

As he followed Roxanne, he nodded when she suggested checking out a shop, even if he hadn't even seen which one she meant. Jewelry shop. Well, what woman didn't want jewelry?

... that was when he stopped dead, his eyes widening a bit. She wanted jewelry. The reason he stopped like that was that the tiny, black box was right in one of the inside pockets of his coat, where it had been ever since they left London. He'd been carrying it with him for quite some time, although he never found the perfect moment or the actual courage to pop the question. What if she'd say no? Why would she say yes? He was terrified to find those two answers.

"Okay," he finally responded to her question, forcing a small smile on his face. But instead of finding her all excited, he noticed that she seemed rather nervous about it, too. Was that it? Was that the moment to sit on one knee and ask? Right then and there?

Ugh.
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