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rainbowfic2013-04-29 01:29 am
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Iceberg, Zing, and Harvard Crimson
Author: Kelly
Color: Iceberg 6. the longest night; Zing 1. oh snap; Harvard Crimson 17. thesis
Styles and Supplies: Graffiti (Recycle); Collage; Reimaging; Oils (people in the making); Fabric; Modeling Clay (free); Novelty Beads; Glitter (freedom); Glue (Just make sure to keep an open mind today when listening to someone you trust.)
Rating: G
Word Count: 679
Story: Puzzles/commonplace; the title of this piece is "The Important Questions".
Notes: This is a remix offinch’s Asking the Important Questions from Jian’s point of view. Jack, I hope you like it! Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome.
Summary: A heart-to-heart brings Jian to one of the most important questions he might have for Robin from this point on.
Jian checked a second site and compared the information to the first. They agreed: the person proposing was to bend on one knee and ask if the other person would marry them, then present the person they were proposing to with a ring. The sites didn’t specify much about the ring, but he assumed it should be meaningful. Perhaps Amelia’s…
He skimmed the current page again. This wasn’t anything like the marriage arrangements he knew from his original time, but Robin had a different culture, and this was a different time.
He closed the pages and found videos of proposals. Then, as Robin had shown him, carefully cleared the history.
Later, after Jian told Robin he wanted to lose his immortality, Robin asked, “Are you sure, Jian?”
Jian met Robin’s eye steadily. “I’m sure about you.” It took no hesitation, no questioning of his thoughts. He’d known for some time.
“That’s not what I asked you,” Robin pointed out.
Jian’s mouth went dry. He wet his lips. “I worry you might leave me,” he admitted. “But I will never regret this if you don’t tire of me.” That, he said with absolute conviction. If he had Robin, he would never want to go on living without him, certainly not for eternity.
“No pressure, huh?” Robin joked, though Jian knew it wasn’t quite that.
“I think it’s only fair that we share it.” Jian turned to walk away from Robin by four or five steps. “There is one more ritual I had in mind for tonight.” Despite himself, despite all his reading and preparation, he felt a tightness in his throat, slight churning in his stomach; Robin could say no. He didn’t think he would, but he might.
“Really?” Robin asked. He sounded worn, like he didn’t want to do more than sleep.
Jian couldn’t make himself do it immediately. He ran through what he’d read once more, though he knew it by rote already, and then could turn back to return to Robin within a second. Within that second, he decided not to kneel; Robin might not appreciate it. Instead, he pressed Amelia’s ring into Robin’s hand. “Will you marry me?”
“What?” Robin asked, seeming not to believe Jian could possibly have asked. He rolled the ring up between his fingertips and looked down at it, squinting a bit. Jian thought he must be reading the inscription.
“Is this not how the Anglo tradition goes?” Jian asked. He had only read it on two sites. Perhaps they had been wrong. But then, they cited sources, and the videos seemed to verify the tradition. “I did quite a bit of research on the computer you left me.”
“You did research?” Robin repeated. He still sounded like it hadn’t sunk in, or perhaps he couldn’t believe it. “Oh, Jian.” He smiled, looking misty.
“Well?” Jian asked. He’d hoped for a positive answer sooner than this. “I’m not going to ask again.” That would be a touch humiliating.
“I—yes, of course!” Jian saw him swallow. “I just… You caught me off-guard. I didn’t realize—I hadn’t thought of our relationship like that.” The tears Jian thought he’d seen rising began to roll down Robin’s face. That was not the reaction he’d hoped for.
Even so, he took it in stride; people proposed to in the videos—those who accepted—often seemed overwhelmed, and he could certainly understand becoming emotional. “Why not?” He cupped Robin’s face and wiped away his tears with his thumbs before dropping his hands. He took the ring from Robin and cradled Robin’s left hand in his so he could slide it on Robin’s fourth finger. “Are we not serious enough?”
Robin’s cheeks colored lightly. “It just seems kind of—I don’t know. Mundane.”
“I thought mundane was our goal,” Jian said. He thought it reasonable. “Quiet, peaceful.”
“Well, yeah…” Robin trailed off.
“Robin, what is it? Honestly.”
Robin turned the ring on his finger, looking down at it. “I’m… pretty sure engagement means I have to introduce you to my parents.”
Jian smiled. “If you would like.”
Color: Iceberg 6. the longest night; Zing 1. oh snap; Harvard Crimson 17. thesis
Styles and Supplies: Graffiti (Recycle); Collage; Reimaging; Oils (people in the making); Fabric; Modeling Clay (free); Novelty Beads; Glitter (freedom); Glue (Just make sure to keep an open mind today when listening to someone you trust.)
Rating: G
Word Count: 679
Story: Puzzles/
commonplace; the title of this piece is "The Important Questions".Notes: This is a remix of
finch’s Asking the Important Questions from Jian’s point of view. Jack, I hope you like it! Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome.Summary: A heart-to-heart brings Jian to one of the most important questions he might have for Robin from this point on.
Jian checked a second site and compared the information to the first. They agreed: the person proposing was to bend on one knee and ask if the other person would marry them, then present the person they were proposing to with a ring. The sites didn’t specify much about the ring, but he assumed it should be meaningful. Perhaps Amelia’s…
He skimmed the current page again. This wasn’t anything like the marriage arrangements he knew from his original time, but Robin had a different culture, and this was a different time.
He closed the pages and found videos of proposals. Then, as Robin had shown him, carefully cleared the history.
Later, after Jian told Robin he wanted to lose his immortality, Robin asked, “Are you sure, Jian?”
Jian met Robin’s eye steadily. “I’m sure about you.” It took no hesitation, no questioning of his thoughts. He’d known for some time.
“That’s not what I asked you,” Robin pointed out.
Jian’s mouth went dry. He wet his lips. “I worry you might leave me,” he admitted. “But I will never regret this if you don’t tire of me.” That, he said with absolute conviction. If he had Robin, he would never want to go on living without him, certainly not for eternity.
“No pressure, huh?” Robin joked, though Jian knew it wasn’t quite that.
“I think it’s only fair that we share it.” Jian turned to walk away from Robin by four or five steps. “There is one more ritual I had in mind for tonight.” Despite himself, despite all his reading and preparation, he felt a tightness in his throat, slight churning in his stomach; Robin could say no. He didn’t think he would, but he might.
“Really?” Robin asked. He sounded worn, like he didn’t want to do more than sleep.
Jian couldn’t make himself do it immediately. He ran through what he’d read once more, though he knew it by rote already, and then could turn back to return to Robin within a second. Within that second, he decided not to kneel; Robin might not appreciate it. Instead, he pressed Amelia’s ring into Robin’s hand. “Will you marry me?”
“What?” Robin asked, seeming not to believe Jian could possibly have asked. He rolled the ring up between his fingertips and looked down at it, squinting a bit. Jian thought he must be reading the inscription.
“Is this not how the Anglo tradition goes?” Jian asked. He had only read it on two sites. Perhaps they had been wrong. But then, they cited sources, and the videos seemed to verify the tradition. “I did quite a bit of research on the computer you left me.”
“You did research?” Robin repeated. He still sounded like it hadn’t sunk in, or perhaps he couldn’t believe it. “Oh, Jian.” He smiled, looking misty.
“Well?” Jian asked. He’d hoped for a positive answer sooner than this. “I’m not going to ask again.” That would be a touch humiliating.
“I—yes, of course!” Jian saw him swallow. “I just… You caught me off-guard. I didn’t realize—I hadn’t thought of our relationship like that.” The tears Jian thought he’d seen rising began to roll down Robin’s face. That was not the reaction he’d hoped for.
Even so, he took it in stride; people proposed to in the videos—those who accepted—often seemed overwhelmed, and he could certainly understand becoming emotional. “Why not?” He cupped Robin’s face and wiped away his tears with his thumbs before dropping his hands. He took the ring from Robin and cradled Robin’s left hand in his so he could slide it on Robin’s fourth finger. “Are we not serious enough?”
Robin’s cheeks colored lightly. “It just seems kind of—I don’t know. Mundane.”
“I thought mundane was our goal,” Jian said. He thought it reasonable. “Quiet, peaceful.”
“Well, yeah…” Robin trailed off.
“Robin, what is it? Honestly.”
Robin turned the ring on his finger, looking down at it. “I’m… pretty sure engagement means I have to introduce you to my parents.”
Jian smiled. “If you would like.”