[Closed] I'd Even Sing You Poetry

[crystalized_hope]

Who: G'raha Tia & Madhuri Qalli
Which: Closed log
Where: Wandering around Reverein
What: G'raha is finally proposing to Madhuri, but will definitely not nail it. Forward dated to mid-month.
Warnings: The normal spoiler blanket for Shadowbringers & Endwalker. Gross feels.


Ever since Thancred teased G'raha about Madhuri and him being married upon learning she was living with him, he had been giving the idea some serious thought. Of course, Thancred only meant to poke fun at him, but there was something inside that welcomed the idea.

The problem -- as it was with anything related to relationships -- was that G'raha didn't know the first thing about what he should be doing. Following his gut seemed to be working just fine, but it didn't calm his nerves. The past few months he had been contemplating how to pop the question and the best setting to do so. During this time, he had conveniently used the revenyte project as his purpose for being so busy.

A few months passed by, and he still had no idea how to best approach the subject. While out walking around with Madhuri, he found something to otherwise distract his uncertain mind. Pausing to kneel down in the snow and ball it up in his gloved hands, he threw the snowball at her back while she was otherwise distracted.

If you can't think properly, clearly that meant a snowball rematch was in order. He lost the war last time, but came out with a much greater prize. This year, he would come out the champion! Maybe.

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[songbird_slayer]

"Greedy!" She jabbed a finger at them briefly, but was too far into enjoying the warmth of her company to be too cross at them for watching like vultures.

"Yes, let's be off. But first, Ser... I am slain from your victory. My legs may not work properly in getting us home. Whatever shall we do...?"

[crystalized_hope]

"Oh my, that will not do at all. Worry not, fair maiden, for I shall see you to safety," he said, overly dramatic than necessary. He was something of a theater kid, after all; even a hundred mental years later. So on that cue, he let go of her to then swoop her into his arms, securely holding on to her.

"What a shame. I don't think I'll be able to use the revenyte like this. I guess I'll just have to walk us all the way back home," he said with a cheeky grin. In truth, he probably could have managed, but where's the fun in that?

[songbird_slayer]

It had happened before, yet the swiftness in which he picked her up had little daisies pop in her hair. She curled inward and nuzzled his neck.

"And be lulled into deeper safety and security by your dulcet tones all the while? Whatever did I do to be defeated by such a kind lord of the ice?"

[crystalized_hope]

"It was inevitable," G'raha said with the slightest shrug, cheeky grin melting to something softer. He kissed her forehead lightly before starting to walk the way home. There may or may not have been tiny crystals following him here and there, sparkling with dazzling colors.