[Video because this is a very important message. Rhys grins sheepishly at the camera, twisting something small around in his hands as he peers at the screen.]
Angel? You are beautiful and brilliant and you have the most amazing tattoos I have ever seen. I mean. We should be tattoo buddies forever because we match. I want matching tattoos. The forever kind.
[He shuffles his tablet so that the camera pans out, and gets down on his knee, offering up a beaded bracelet from his own wrist toward the camera. Hey, he doesn't have a ring, so it will have to do but at least it's jewelry!]
Angel, will you be my permanent tattoo partner and marry me?
[ Angel is smart and should 100% know that this is a dare. Unfortunately, her brain stops working somewhere around "you are beautiful" when all the blood in her entire body decides it's time to hang out in her cheeks. It's like a blush party in her face and EVERYONE'S INVITED ]
Dude! We - we don't know each other that well! And I know we're all on a strict time limit here but that doesn't mean we should rush into things and I really don't think you'd want to marry me anyway, or even date me if we're being sensible, which we apparently aren't, but the point is I'm really unsuitable for anything like that because I'm kind of dead and I have some pretty major issues because my dad is a genocidal asshole who would literally murder anyone who even looked at me that way and oh my god that was a dare wasn't it holy effing heck I look so dumb.
[And it's a dare and a joke but oh hell, that just makes him want to wrap her up in a big hug. Because the proposal might be a sham but the qualities he sees in her are true.
He gives her a slightly sheepish, apologetic smile.]
I still wanna give you the bracelet because you're great, you know.
The matching tattoos and everything? Well. I guess we can wait a bit on those?
[Seeing now that she's just a little flustered and not truly traumatized, he's going to have a little fun, now. Just a little. He grins at her, innocently.]
Well, it's not like you have to make a decision now, I'm both a tattoo artist and an ordained minister, you know. I can perform weddings and tattoos whenever I want.
You're a-- really? Can people who are supposed to be dead even have weddings? Iunno much about non-corporate legal matters, but that sounds kinda shady to me.
[SNORT. Okay there was a reason he likes you, Angel.]
You know, I don't know? I mean. Are you actually dead, or just mostly dead, or just pining for the fjords?
Not that I'm big on the law, mind you, but. Just for curiosity's sake. I've done werewolf weddings, after all, and I have no idea what the law is regarding those.
[ Lots of 20/21st century pop culture made it to the 28th century consciousness. Mostly memes. And Taylor Swift. Not so much Monty Python.
FUCKING TRAGIC ]
Um, I mean - we're talking fully dead. It's why you won't ever catch me complaining about being stuck in Norfinbury! It beats rotting away in a puddle of slag and debris.
Angel
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Hey, girlfriend! Can I borrow them shoes for just a tic?
[A perfectly normal request.]
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Angel. Hey, Angel. Have you got a minute?
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Angel? You are beautiful and brilliant and you have the most amazing tattoos I have ever seen. I mean. We should be tattoo buddies forever because we match. I want matching tattoos. The forever kind.
[He shuffles his tablet so that the camera pans out, and gets down on his knee, offering up a beaded bracelet from his own wrist toward the camera. Hey, he doesn't have a ring, so it will have to do but at least it's jewelry!]
Angel, will you be my permanent tattoo partner and marry me?
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Dude! We - we don't know each other that well! And I know we're all on a strict time limit here but that doesn't mean we should rush into things and I really don't think you'd want to marry me anyway, or even date me if we're being sensible, which we apparently aren't, but the point is I'm really unsuitable for anything like that because I'm kind of dead and I have some pretty major issues because my dad is a genocidal asshole who would literally murder anyone who even looked at me that way and oh my god that was a dare wasn't it holy effing heck I look so dumb.
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He gives her a slightly sheepish, apologetic smile.]
I still wanna give you the bracelet because you're great, you know.
The matching tattoos and everything? Well. I guess we can wait a bit on those?
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[ She isn't mad, at least. Or even especially embarrassed - she's flustered, but not quite on the brink of blush-death any more.
(Blush-death is absolutely a thing.) ]
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Well, it's not like you have to make a decision now, I'm both a tattoo artist and an ordained minister, you know. I can perform weddings and tattoos whenever I want.
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[ ... ]
You'd probably be convicted for... nec-romance-y.
[ AWKWARD FINGERGUNS!! ]
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You know, I don't know? I mean. Are you actually dead, or just mostly dead, or just pining for the fjords?
Not that I'm big on the law, mind you, but. Just for curiosity's sake. I've done werewolf weddings, after all, and I have no idea what the law is regarding those.
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[ Lots of 20/21st century pop culture made it to the 28th century consciousness. Mostly memes. And Taylor Swift. Not so much Monty Python.
FUCKING TRAGIC ]
Um, I mean - we're talking fully dead. It's why you won't ever catch me complaining about being stuck in Norfinbury! It beats rotting away in a puddle of slag and debris.
Just about.