Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world, she took the midnight train going anywhere...

[greatmagnus]

Who: greatmagnus & ipod_less
What: A special Christmas question~
Where: Their home
When: 25th December
Rating: S for Sickeningly Sugar Sweet
Notes: No, seriously, this is going to be gushy.

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[ipod_less]

Darcy sat on the floor, Vader curled up in her lap, wearing his little reindeer antlers she'd bought for him. Most of her presents were piled around her. CDs in one pile, dvds in the other. She wore the jeweled hairclip Thor got for her in her hair. The single red rose that Magnus gave her was tucked in there as well. It was a very good Christmas. Their plans for a mishmash of American and Swedish dishes actually worked, and Darcy's just about eaten a small mammals' weight in St. Lucia buns. Yes, St. Lucia day was earlier in the month, but who cares. The buns were delicious. The gift-giving had to have been the best part. Magnus seemed to love the watch she'd given him, even going as far as stopping in the present exchange so he could put it on right then. She looked up and over when Magnus spoke to her, they'd been sitting in a comfortable silence, only broken by the Christmas music playing from Darcy's phone and her occasionally singing along with it.

"For you, Mags, I've got five," She beamed in reply.

[greatmagnus]

"Stand up, please?" He stood too, offering his hands down to her, to help her get onto her feet, though he was sure Vader was going to give him the cold shoulder for a few hours for taking his mommy's attention away right when he was snuggled down on her lap. They'd have to fix their issues later, this was more important, obviously.

As soon as she was stood up, he cleared his throat a little, his hand slipping into his pocket, though he kept hold of her left hand. "Well... I just wanted to tell you... that I love you, and..."

God, this was hard to actually get out.

[ipod_less]

Vader was not happy at the removal of his warm, comfy seat. He yips at Magnus and Darcy as she takes his hands and lets him help her to her feet. Darcy couldn't stop smiling at Magnus. She loved the holidays and she loved them even more when she was with the people she cared about. "You gonna ask me to dance, Martinsson?" She teased lightly before he released one of her hands.

She laced her fingers with his, giving them a squeeze. "I love you, too, Maggy." Didn't need to stand her up to tell her that, but...okay?

[greatmagnus]

"Maybe later, Lewis." He smirked a bit at her, but it faded quickly due to his nervousness. "What I'm trying to say is... when what happened in September... happened... I realised I don't want to lose you again. I don't want anyone else." He swallowed the knot in his throat, realising he was running himself in circles while he built up that last bit of courage.

Assessing the situation, he frowned a little and finally sank down onto one knee, pulling the ring box from his pocket and popping it open, holding it up. "What I mean is... Darcy, will you marry me?"