Post by JONATHAN ANDREW DAVIS on Aug 17, 2014 23:11:11 GMT -5
What would I do
Without your smart mouth
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Jon brushed off his robes as he got up from the ground. He had always been an adept flyer, possibly due to his mother being a professional quidditch player and trained him as well, but today he was off. Maybe it was the excitement welling up inside him. The anticipation of seeing the love of his life who he hadn't seen in almost a year. Dear god had it been that long? It seemed more like a century. But nothing in this mortal world could keep him from her. That was why he had made his flight from St. Mungo's, where he assumed she was at first, all the way to her family house. Only thing he wasn't expecting was the harsh landing.
But the anticipation out weighed his pain. Amy was only a few steps away. Just beyond those doors that stood not even half a quidditch field away from him. He had missed her so. Letters from owls was never enough for him. He missed the feel of her cheek under his finger tips. He missed her sweet smell, like sunshine bottled with summer. He missed her lips, the softness rivaling that of rose petals. Was it any wonder he loved this woman? To him she was perfection, complete utter perfection. That was why he bought the ring
Over the last couple of months, he had some hard thinking on the subject of spending his entire life with her. He used to be scared that he wasn't worth her. That one day she'll find a better man. But that was it. He didn't want her to find someone else. For once in his life he was selfish and wanted her all to himself. She was his one and only. He had to make her his forever. He had to propose.
Pulling one of his calming potions from out of his satchel, he downed it in one swig and quickly walked up to the door. His bundle of nerves almost stopped him from knocking, but once he gripped the ring box in his pocket and was sure of his actions once again. He knock. Two heavy knuckles pounding quickly on the wooden door. This was it. No going back. He about to ask her, Amy, the love of his eternity, to be his wife.
He took in a breath as the door opened. There was no going back now.
"Amy..."
But the anticipation out weighed his pain. Amy was only a few steps away. Just beyond those doors that stood not even half a quidditch field away from him. He had missed her so. Letters from owls was never enough for him. He missed the feel of her cheek under his finger tips. He missed her sweet smell, like sunshine bottled with summer. He missed her lips, the softness rivaling that of rose petals. Was it any wonder he loved this woman? To him she was perfection, complete utter perfection. That was why he bought the ring
Over the last couple of months, he had some hard thinking on the subject of spending his entire life with her. He used to be scared that he wasn't worth her. That one day she'll find a better man. But that was it. He didn't want her to find someone else. For once in his life he was selfish and wanted her all to himself. She was his one and only. He had to make her his forever. He had to propose.
Pulling one of his calming potions from out of his satchel, he downed it in one swig and quickly walked up to the door. His bundle of nerves almost stopped him from knocking, but once he gripped the ring box in his pocket and was sure of his actions once again. He knock. Two heavy knuckles pounding quickly on the wooden door. This was it. No going back. He about to ask her, Amy, the love of his eternity, to be his wife.
He took in a breath as the door opened. There was no going back now.
"Amy..."
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NOTES:heheheheheheheheh OUTFIT: WEARING THIS UNDER ROBES
NOTES:heheheheheheheheh OUTFIT: WEARING THIS UNDER ROBES
