[ He's nervous. Of course he is. It's not every day you ask the most perfect woman in the world to be yours for the rest of your lives. He does not doubt, not really. They had lived together for a considerable time now. Well before this, he knew. Pythagoras knew that he would never love another person as much as he loves Guinevere.
The ring is a simple one. Thin band of white gold with a princess cut diamond. Perfect. Anything more flashy than that and Gwen wouldn't appreciate it nearly as much. "That's too much," she'd say. Pythagoras grins and closes the little box and pockets it.
Gwen has no idea... he hopes at least. He didn't tell her anything particularly different. Dinner, on the other hand, is vastly different from the norm. Pythagoras has evolved into a very competent chef. Nowhere near professional, but excellent with recipes and some minor success with experiments. Their flat is spotless. He even has a candle! Which is being lit as soon as he can find the lighter... ]
[ Gwen would like to be able to say that she's in a fantastic mood. In truth, she thinks she might just be - but that's underneath all the stomach-twisting worry that despite Morgana's best efforts today has only been somewhat abated. She knows Pythagoras, she does. They've been living together for almost a year. But something about this feels like it's going to be the first real test their relationship will face. Anybody else would have had something else by now, but not them. They've never fought. Not really. They've had disagreements and discussions, but never a real shouting match or anything like that.
Morgana's suggestion had been that perhaps those were the tests, and that was them passing with flying colours. It's something Gwen hadn't thought of, and the more she does now, the more she's inclined to agree. She doesn't even know what she's so nervous about. She loves Pythagoras, and he loves her. He's patient and clever and kind - the kindest person she's ever met. It would be a total departure from everything she knows for this to actually go badly. Unfortunately, that doesn't make it easy. ]
Pythagoras?
[ She calls out his name as she locks the front door behind her and puts down her shopping bags. Morgana always seems to count it as a personal failure if she manages to get home with fewer than two any time they meet. This time there are three. It had been a struggle to haggle her down just to that. Well, that and the new outfit she's wearing now - a dress she has to admit she looks very nice in, all lilac and white and ending just above the knee, plus shoes to match. ]
[ 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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The ring is a simple one. Thin band of white gold with a princess cut diamond. Perfect. Anything more flashy than that and Gwen wouldn't appreciate it nearly as much. "That's too much," she'd say. Pythagoras grins and closes the little box and pockets it.
Gwen has no idea... he hopes at least. He didn't tell her anything particularly different. Dinner, on the other hand, is vastly different from the norm. Pythagoras has evolved into a very competent chef. Nowhere near professional, but excellent with recipes and some minor success with experiments. Their flat is spotless. He even has a candle! Which is being lit as soon as he can find the lighter... ]
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Morgana's suggestion had been that perhaps those were the tests, and that was them passing with flying colours. It's something Gwen hadn't thought of, and the more she does now, the more she's inclined to agree. She doesn't even know what she's so nervous about. She loves Pythagoras, and he loves her. He's patient and clever and kind - the kindest person she's ever met. It would be a total departure from everything she knows for this to actually go badly. Unfortunately, that doesn't make it easy. ]
Pythagoras?
[ She calls out his name as she locks the front door behind her and puts down her shopping bags. Morgana always seems to count it as a personal failure if she manages to get home with fewer than two any time they meet. This time there are three. It had been a struggle to haggle her down just to that. Well, that and the new outfit she's wearing now - a dress she has to admit she looks very nice in, all lilac and white and ending just above the knee, plus shoes to match. ]
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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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