[ Majima was helpless against the foolish, happy smile that crept up on him. ]
Really?
[ Even if pressed, he had no way of explaining exactly why he'd taken Tim home that first night. He was lonely, sure, but he'd been that way for years. Tim had been upset, but there were a million people out there dealing with some kind of personal disaster. And surely there were other men out there with broad shoulders and big muscles, but...
Maybe something in those blue-and-green eyes. Or the way his fingers through Majima's fur had been gentle, admiring even though he'd barely gotten himself through the reliving of some awful trauma.
For now, Majima reached into the basket and retrieved another bit of fabric. ]
Two things, actually. I was tryin' to take a page from your book and make somethin' by hand. Didn't turn out quite like yours, but...
[ Gently, he draped the wine-colored scarf around Tim's muscled neck. It was obviously hand-knitted, with beginner's mistakes woven in -- as if the needles used to make it had been held in slightly clumsy claws. Not a sleek infinity scarf like Tim had managed, but still carefully counted on each row.
Once that was unfurled, the small dark box it had been wrapped over was in Majima's palm; he knelt with it. ]
Tim, I've been waitin' my whole life to ask you.
[ Even if he hadn't known it at the time. Because that was what twenty-five years had been leading to, apparently. Not rising to the upper echelons of the Tojo Clan with his brother, but getting sidetracked beyond conceivable measure. Meeting a man from so far in the future they never could have met, let alone married.
He slipped open the box, and there it was -- a platinum band, glinting in the morning sun. But Tim had seen the design before, of course; that part was no surprise ]
I love you more than anythin'. And I promise to make sure you know just how much -- every day, from now till the very end.
Whatever happens, wherever we are, I'll always love you. I'll always be with you, even when I'm not.
[ This was what he wanted, more than anything else he'd ever wanted for himself: a life by the side of a man Majima would no longer imagine his life without. ]
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Really?
[ Even if pressed, he had no way of explaining exactly why he'd taken Tim home that first night. He was lonely, sure, but he'd been that way for years. Tim had been upset, but there were a million people out there dealing with some kind of personal disaster. And surely there were other men out there with broad shoulders and big muscles, but...
Maybe something in those blue-and-green eyes. Or the way his fingers through Majima's fur had been gentle, admiring even though he'd barely gotten himself through the reliving of some awful trauma.
For now, Majima reached into the basket and retrieved another bit of fabric. ]
Two things, actually. I was tryin' to take a page from your book and make somethin' by hand. Didn't turn out quite like yours, but...
[ Gently, he draped the wine-colored scarf around Tim's muscled neck. It was obviously hand-knitted, with beginner's mistakes woven in -- as if the needles used to make it had been held in slightly clumsy claws. Not a sleek infinity scarf like Tim had managed, but still carefully counted on each row.
Once that was unfurled, the small dark box it had been wrapped over was in Majima's palm; he knelt with it. ]
Tim, I've been waitin' my whole life to ask you.
[ Even if he hadn't known it at the time. Because that was what twenty-five years had been leading to, apparently. Not rising to the upper echelons of the Tojo Clan with his brother, but getting sidetracked beyond conceivable measure. Meeting a man from so far in the future they never could have met, let alone married.
He slipped open the box, and there it was -- a platinum band, glinting in the morning sun. But Tim had seen the design before, of course; that part was no surprise ]
I love you more than anythin'. And I promise to make sure you know just how much -- every day, from now till the very end.
Whatever happens, wherever we are, I'll always love you. I'll always be with you, even when I'm not.
[ This was what he wanted, more than anything else he'd ever wanted for himself: a life by the side of a man Majima would no longer imagine his life without. ]
Will you marry me?