God When Will It Be My Turn - Tumblr Posts
Imagine Alfred calling Uhtred to his hall. Imagine him watching him eat, wondering whether he's succeeded in serving better food than they have in Coocham. Perhaps Uhtred looks forward to their meetings now, even if it's just for the food. Perhaps that's why Alfred keeps ordering meat. Why he keeps insisting that Beocca be there, as a 'good influence', who by chance makes Uhtred more comfortable...
Perhaps Alfred lacks control.
"hey.... shua, do you have plans tomorrow?"
all that's lighting up his hotel room is the lamp, but it's enough for him to see what's hanging on the closet door. he smiles to himself, though, turning onto his side. the plastic wrapping his tux is shiny, and all he can think about is what you'll look like tomorrow. the two of you don't keep secrets, but he likes this one. he likes what the two of you are doing now, too, even if there's a tiny part of him that yearns to see you and hold you.
"i might," he plays along. "but if you have a better idea..."
your giggle says it all. he wishes he could kiss that smile now. "no, no, don't cancel your plans for me... i was just thinkin'..."
"yeah?" he's glad he's alone now. jeonghan would have taken pictures and sent them to you, just so you know what you do to him (as if you didn't already know).
"i think... if you're free..." he can practically see that twinkle in your eyes now, definitely smiling too hard to stop.
"yeah?" he presses you a little further, unable to fight his own smile. just say it. i'll say yes.
"i think we should get married." the line goes quiet for a minute, and its screaming out how giddy you are now. "y'know. if you're free."
his own engagement ring, a perfect match to your own, shines in the low light. even after all these years, you still poke fun at the way he asked you out--i think we should go on a date... if you're free.
"for you?" his words match your own then, "i'm always free." he's smiling so hard at his phone now, and he curls up a little tighter. "let's get married."