Will you?

[Starrizer]

Drake stands outside the Inn door - breathing in and out deeply in both manners - the snow accumulating on his shoulders and head. He has a look of nervousness on his face mixed with excitement and fear. Quickly the door opens as a random stranger is met face to face with Drake. Drake slightly flinches and then exhales with a smile. The stranger gives him a look of "Ok then..." and walks past him. Drake finally musters his courage and steps inside where only a few people sit as usual. He looks over to the side and begins walking towards his room.

He recites to himself:"In... out... in... you got this..."

He arrives at the door and pauses, a moment of hesitation washing over him - and the words not long ago spoke to him by River Swift wash over: "Then stop fucking around!"

He places the key in the lock as he opens the door to find Anzhela in the cramped room. He'd smile at her, shutting it behind him slowly as she would look and smile back.

Drake: "Hey there beautiful, I'm early..."

Anzhela: "I see that." Standing she'd walk over and grin her teeth at him giving her smile that he loves dearly.

Drake: "..." Oh no! He's frozen, he's right here and he's frozen again. Talking to himself in his head - trying to get things straight -

Anzhela: "Well this isn't like you." Placing her hand to his cheek she'd look him over.

His eyes getting lost in hers for a brief moment, the words finally escape as River's words hit him one last time: "Then stop fucking around then!"

Drake: "Anzhela..."

She would look at him with a confused look as he lowers himself to one knee and taking her hand.

Drake: "Will you marry me?"

[Jonel]

As soon as the words escape his lips her breath catches in her throat, her world narrowing to just him. Her lips are moving but no words or sound is forth coming. She notes the hope on his face turning to fear and a small bit of hurt enters his eyes. Closing her eyes she forces herself to take a deep breath followed by another. While her eyes are closed a small smile touches her lips as she realizes that half of her has wanted this, while the other half, the half that she is less familiar with, sees no point in a ritual to make what already is.

As her eyes open she notes the confused look on his face and has to stifle a laugh. Before speaking she places a hand on the side of his face, the pad of her thumb stroking the cheek bone area.

“I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I have already claimed you as mine. I have no intentions of giving you up.”

At first he looks blankly back as if unsure how to respond, but quickly recovers his usual smile returning.

“That is a yes?”

This time she does laugh as she nods, leaning down she kisses him.