[ Oh dear. Gwen home already and he still can't find the lighter. He thins his lips, hands resting on his hips. Well, there's no avoiding it. He's going to have to turn the lights back on.
He does that as he exits the kitchen. Not exactly the romantic air he was going for. Pythagoras, as nervous as he is, isn't worried. Not at all. Gwen is the single most understanding (kind, beautiful, competent) person he's had the pleasure of interacting with. He's lucky to have her. And if he's very lucky, he'll have her for the rest of their lives. ]
Hello Gwe--
[ He stops in his tracks at the sight of her. The shopping bags aren't a surprise. Neither is it a surprise just how beautiful she looks. Pythagoras's eyebrows raise as he looks her up and down. His smile bright and probably far better than any candle he could have lit. He approaches her with hands held out to take hers. ]
You look... Stunning! [ He lets go of one hand, lifting the other, so she might turn around. Oh, he'd be a fool to miss out on that view. ]
Not entirely, of course. There's still that stress, that worry - but all at once it quiets from a dull roar to almost a background hum. Coming home to Pythagoras is one of Gwen's favourite things. Something that never seems to lose its shine, no matter how many times she does it.
Her smile mirrors his, and she laughs that delighted little laugh when he directs her to spin around. She's never been ashamed of her body, not really. There may have been a time when she'd been less than proud of it, but now... He just makes her feel so beautiful. ]
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He does that as he exits the kitchen. Not exactly the romantic air he was going for. Pythagoras, as nervous as he is, isn't worried. Not at all. Gwen is the single most understanding (kind, beautiful, competent) person he's had the pleasure of interacting with. He's lucky to have her. And if he's very lucky, he'll have her for the rest of their lives. ]
Hello Gwe--
[ He stops in his tracks at the sight of her. The shopping bags aren't a surprise. Neither is it a surprise just how beautiful she looks. Pythagoras's eyebrows raise as he looks her up and down. His smile bright and probably far better than any candle he could have lit. He approaches her with hands held out to take hers. ]
You look... Stunning! [ He lets go of one hand, lifting the other, so she might turn around. Oh, he'd be a fool to miss out on that view. ]
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Not entirely, of course. There's still that stress, that worry - but all at once it quiets from a dull roar to almost a background hum. Coming home to Pythagoras is one of Gwen's favourite things. Something that never seems to lose its shine, no matter how many times she does it.
Her smile mirrors his, and she laughs that delighted little laugh when he directs her to spin around. She's never been ashamed of her body, not really. There may have been a time when she'd been less than proud of it, but now... He just makes her feel so beautiful. ]
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