CLUB 33 (REGROUPING)

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well...it seems like Club 33 is still open, and the transporters are working again. You're able to gather up your friends from elsewhere and bring them back here to regroup. You also notice that there's a very large pile of stone here in the middle of the Club that doesn't...seem to resemble anything. Sculpture is weird.

What do you guys want to do?]

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[greatwidesomewhere]

[She nods with a little giggle, but falls silent when he starts to belabor over his question. Her chest swells, her heart pounding in her chest. It's a moment she...maybe might have imagined a time or two, but admittedly she never pictured it quite like this.

It's perfect.

She barely lets him finish that last word before she's letting out the most joyous sound of laughter anyone's ever heard, grinning from ear to ear.]

Yes! God in Heaven, yes, of course I will! [She could cry, honestly. She might be, a little.] But—not despite anything. I want to marry you because of everything you are. Because I love you for everything you are.

[darnsitall]

👀

[downtonabbeast]

[-that's a yes. She said yes. He lets out a laugh, half in disbelief, because despite everything to the contrary there was still a part of him, that nasty cynical voice in the back of his mind that whispered in the back of his mind, that didn't want to believe it. But she said yes. She loves him, human or not, and it's enough.

He takes both her hands in his just as he did before, bringing them up to his face lay another kiss on them, keeping his eyes on hers.]

I do love nothing in the world so well as you.

[More Shakespeare? More Shakespeare.]

[greatwidesomewhere]

[She stares adoringly up at him, up into those piercing blue eyes that she loves so well, and even though her own eyes are wet with tears, she can't even blink, watching him raise her hands to his lips. The very idea that she's just been asked to marry him—marry her Adam—is so wildly beyond expectation, and yet exactly what she'd longed for in her heart of hearts.

A faint note of laughter escapes her as she recognizes the verse, and her hands pull free of his only to cup the sides of his furry face, stroking gently at his cheeks.]

Perhaps I should refer to you as Benedick instead.