[He is already out the door, in a sprint. The cane is tucked up under his arm, the phone pressed to his ear. His heart is pounding. There are only so many places she would be at this hour.]
[ She's seen the Mayor's post on the Network and honestly can't bring herself to respond to it in any fashion. Not where people can see. Alone in her dance studio - she finally got her own dance studio - she wipes at her eyes over and over, trying not to cry. Refusing to.
But those damn tears keep persisting.
She jumps slightly at her phone ringing and she shouldn't be surprised it's Matt. Just makes the ache in her heart more intense. She hesitates in picking it up but just manages to before it goes to voicemail: ]
Yeah?
[ Trying to keep the emotion out of her voice. He'll probably be able to hear it anyway. He usually does. ]
[This, all this is coming to an end. Here they made a home, a life. What happens now? What does this mean? He heard the words.
That's what really makes his heart hurt. That's what has him moving. The fact it takes so long it makes him feel like the only person in the world. Each ring hard, harsh and sending his mind into crystallized moments they spent together.]
I'm coming to you.
[Before she can think to refuse him or send him away.]
Are you at the studio?
[First guess. It isn't always the right one. That's where his feet are hustling to. He has to see her. Right now.]
Edited (the first draft was made via phone and i know i can do better sry bb ) 2017-06-11 06:54 (UTC)
[The static and air can't hide Natasha's tone. Matt is crossing the streets faster and faster, closing in.]
I have to talk to you.
[Like it's life or death. It's dire, to be sure.]
Please.
[All the effort and urgency is making him breathless. What a mess he is going to be when he arrives. Dress coat askew on his shoulders, hair wild and tie more than crooked.]
[ She frowns at all the noise and the breathless state he's in, ]
Matt--are you running? Matt!
[ But then he's coming through the door and her own sadness is replaced with concern and a little annoyance. She hangs up her phone as she moves over to him, cursing at him in Russian and then slipping into English, ]
You think you're indestructible? Running through the city and streets like that? What if someone had hit you?!
[There's enough time to hang up and take a gulp of air. The Russian comes at him, rapid fire. He knows her well enough to read worry and scorn in the foreign syllables.]
I didn't want to risk missing you.
[Matt's shoulders still heave a little and he has the audacity to smile in relief. He is steady on his feet but still starts to slip to one knee. Grabbing for her hands.]
Before anything happens...
[Okay. Phew. Here he is. Here it is. This is real.]
[ That damn smile of his always seems to disarm her; she can't stay mad at him. Especially when she knows he wasn't intentionally trying to worry her. Just get to her. She doesn't even know what is going to happen next. Are they going to be sent home? Are they going to be magicked away with little notice?
But then he's taking her hands and going down to one knee. Her eyes widen and she--her brain feels like it's stopped. Not something that happens to her often.
The question comes and she continues to stare down at him, speechless. All she can get out is his name, almost whispered. ]
[That smile only brightens and widens. With worry and with earnestness. It isn't a reply so he licks his lips and presses her hands tighter.]
I don't know what is going to happen next. But... I know that anywhere you go, I want to go with you.
[He swallows and blinks. This isn't anyone's dream arrangement of matrimony. They don't have a ring or a formal occasion to mark. Just... the feeling that the rug is going to come away and it's no magic carpet. The whole reality might go into a free fall.]
[ She bites down on her bottom lip as tears gather in her eyes. She knows they've talked somewhat about this. Knows she wanted a family with him if her incentive was granted. But for him to actually propose. And on this day...
Her voice breaks slightly, ]
Are you sure?
[ She's giving him an out. And maybe she needs to hear it for herself. ]
[His eyes screw shut and he lightly shakes his head before sparing a hand to remove his glasses and tucking them into his shirt. Honesty. As always, Natasha cuts him right to the core asking for what's real. Her life has been full of deception and double talk.
Matt wants to give her reality and stability when all the odds are against them. Glazed hazel green eyes search his world of fire for her face and his free hand reverently crosses himself.]
I'm sure. I love you. God strike me dead if any of these are lies.
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But those damn tears keep persisting.
She jumps slightly at her phone ringing and she shouldn't be surprised it's Matt. Just makes the ache in her heart more intense. She hesitates in picking it up but just manages to before it goes to voicemail: ]
Yeah?
[ Trying to keep the emotion out of her voice. He'll probably be able to hear it anyway. He usually does. ]
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That's what really makes his heart hurt. That's what has him moving. The fact it takes so long it makes him feel like the only person in the world. Each ring hard, harsh and sending his mind into crystallized moments they spent together.]
I'm coming to you.
[Before she can think to refuse him or send him away.]
Are you at the studio?
[First guess. It isn't always the right one. That's where his feet are hustling to. He has to see her. Right now.]
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You don't have to do that, Matt.
[ Because she's already having such a hard time keeping it together. Hearing his voice just twists the knife in deeper. ]
<3 <3 <3 <3
I have to talk to you.
[Like it's life or death. It's dire, to be sure.]
Please.
[All the effort and urgency is making him breathless. What a mess he is going to be when he arrives. Dress coat askew on his shoulders, hair wild and tie more than crooked.]
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Matt--are you running? Matt!
[ But then he's coming through the door and her own sadness is replaced with concern and a little annoyance. She hangs up her phone as she moves over to him, cursing at him in Russian and then slipping into English, ]
You think you're indestructible? Running through the city and streets like that? What if someone had hit you?!
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I didn't want to risk missing you.
[Matt's shoulders still heave a little and he has the audacity to smile in relief. He is steady on his feet but still starts to slip to one knee. Grabbing for her hands.]
Before anything happens...
[Okay. Phew. Here he is. Here it is. This is real.]
Will you marry me?
/new journal is a gooooo
But then he's taking her hands and going down to one knee. Her eyes widen and she--her brain feels like it's stopped. Not something that happens to her often.
The question comes and she continues to stare down at him, speechless. All she can get out is his name, almost whispered. ]
Matt...
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I don't know what is going to happen next. But... I know that anywhere you go, I want to go with you.
[He swallows and blinks. This isn't anyone's dream arrangement of matrimony. They don't have a ring or a formal occasion to mark. Just... the feeling that the rug is going to come away and it's no magic carpet. The whole reality might go into a free fall.]
Please.
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Her voice breaks slightly, ]
Are you sure?
[ She's giving him an out. And maybe she needs to hear it for herself. ]
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[His eyes screw shut and he lightly shakes his head before sparing a hand to remove his glasses and tucking them into his shirt. Honesty. As always, Natasha cuts him right to the core asking for what's real. Her life has been full of deception and double talk.
Matt wants to give her reality and stability when all the odds are against them. Glazed hazel green eyes search his world of fire for her face and his free hand reverently crosses himself.]
I'm sure. I love you. God strike me dead if any of these are lies.