p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"A/N: This is a missing moment that takes place immediately after Mendanbar sends Morwen and Telemain to the brown room. I actually have several different ideas in my head about how this interaction probably went, and I might write more of them down./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Even after years of being in limbo, Mendanbar's aim was still perfect; his transportation spelled landed Morwen and Telemain square in the middle of the very large, firm bed that stood against the east wall of the brown room that the witch had requested. A very slight puff of dust as they landed on the long-abandoned bed was the only indication that they had changed position at all. She was still kneeling by Telemain's injured shoulder and only paused a moment to regain her bearings, although a faint blush colored her cheeks at being in bed with the magician, even for such an innocuous purpose. "span style="font-style: normal;"On/spanem a bed isn't the same as /emspan style="font-style: normal;"in/spanem bed/em," she chided herself mentally, and busied herself with finishing up the bandages around Telemain's shoulder./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""That blade went nearly clean through. You're lucky it hit where it did, it could have taken your whole head off," she chided. Telemain frowned./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""I told you, he was aiming for my chest, not my head. And I ducked, didn't I? I thought it was a spell." he answered crossly, reiterating his defenses from earlier./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""You've never been careful enough, not about anything!" She was slightly surprised to hear her own voiced raised, but she was particularly angry at the moment. Seeing Telemain stabbed had left her rattled, no matter how little she might care to admit it./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""That's not at all true! I'm very, very careful when it comes to setting up spells. And following through with research. And – "/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"" – and you nearly got yourself killed today, because you've never been able to focus on anything besides magic, even what's right in front of you!" she blurted out, then clenched her jaw to keep from saying more. Her eyes felt peculiarly hot, and she would be damned if she'd let herself cry like some foolish girl. Even if the only human person who had seen her cry since childhood was right in front of her./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She finished her last checks on the bandages in silence and abruptly started to move away, but Telemain reached across with his left hand and caught her by her right. "Morwen, I'm sorry," he said, his tone uncharacteristically gentle. She stilled, letting herself stare into his piercingly blue eyes for a long moment before pulling away./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""You're going to have to be a bit more specific. There's quite a few things you ought to be sorry for." Her voice was quieter now, even if it was still slightly acidic in tone. The magician sighed softly but made no reply. She scrambled down from the high, wide bed in as dignified a manner as a woman of very small stature could manage and began rummaging around in her enchanted sleeve. She pulled out a small bottle of spring water, a tin cup, and a packet of brownish powder. Telemain eyed it suspiciously./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""What's that?"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Powdered valerian root. It won't kick in for about an hour, but it'll help you sleep once it does," she replied, pouring a small amount of water in the cup before mixing the powder in. She sat down on his left side and helped him hold his head up enough to drink it, but he made a face and gagged slightly when the cup was /br /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Eugh! That smells awful!" he protested./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Yes, it does. Now hurry up and drink it down."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Cringing, he obliged. She quickly set down the cup and brought the bottle of water to his lips to help wash down the taste. He took several gulps before letting his head rest on the pillow again, then sighed heavily before speaking. "Morwen, I suppose I'm not...well...I'm not very good at people. Or...erm...I'm not...I suppose you could say..."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""You have no idea how to maintain any of your relationships with other people, and you're rotten at communication, even at the best of times," she supplied, then felt a twinge of guilt at the hurt expression that shadowed across his face. She sighed; the two of them could absolutely tear each other apart if they were both in a sour mood, but she had to admit that he was at least trying. "And it hasn't been the best of times for any of us for many years," she amended, softening slightly. A long, heavy silence hung between them./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""I'm sorry I left things the way I did between us," Telemain said finally, his eyes cast down to the foot of the bed. "I realize now...that is, I never meant for it to be so long..."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Fourteen months," she replied, the bitter edge creeping back into her voice. "Not even a magic mirror call until the night before last."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""You were mad at me!" he protested. "I didn't want to rankle you anymore than I already had! I was giving you space to cool off, and then...well..."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""You let time get away from you. As usual." The witch stood up from the bed and moved to look out the window. Outside, she could see little pockets of celebration, and all the burned bits of the forest were lush and green again. Still, on the inside she felt as brittle as the surrounding land had been only hours before. She crossed her arms over her chest, shoulders hunching forward slightly in a way that was very unlike her, as if trying to shield her heart./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"In the first few years after Cimorene and Daystar went into hiding, Morwen and Telemain had grown closer than they had been before losing touch the first time. They had a shared history, and got along well in spite of how much they exasperated one another at times. But Telemain had a terrible habit of getting so wrapped up in a new magical theory that he quite forgot about the living, breathing people in his life, and the longer the King of the Enchanted Forest had been trapped under a spell, the more strained all the Forest's inhabitants began to feel. A few too many rescheduled luncheons and an entirely forgotten birthday later, and Morwen and Telemain hadn't been on speaking terms in over a year./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Morwen, I love you." Telemain's voice broke through the silence between them, and Morwen froze. "And I...I'm sorry that I've never said it before. I just...thought you knew."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Several seconds passed, and Morwen suddenly realized that her breath had stopped short the moment he spoke the words. She sucked in a quick breath of air, and her mouth opened and closed a couple of times like a fish out of water before she swallowed down the lump that had formed in her throat. All of a sudden, the overwhelming fear that she had frantically pushed aside when Telemain had been stabbed came rolling over her like a giant wave, and not even her stubborn adherence to practicality could hold it back. She began weeping quietly, her shoulders shaking even as she clutched at her own arms to try to stop them./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Morwen! Morwen, I'm sorry, I – ow – I didn't mean – oh, blast this shoulder," Telemain muttered, unable to get himself out of bed. She turned around quickly, wiping tears from her face underneath her spectacles and shaking her head./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Stop that, you'll start bleeding again," she choked out, fishing a black handkerchief out of her sleeve. She took a shaky, shuddering breath before continuing. "Telemain...when I saw you collapse out there, I..." She stopped again to close her eyes and take another steadying breath. "All I could think was that I couldn't live without you. I wouldn't know how to go on." She sniffled, then laughed scornfully at herself as tears well in her eyes again. "I sound like like an overdramatic maiden, and I hate it."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Morwen..." Telemain began, then trailed off, unsure of what to say. He finally settled for holding his good arm out to her in invitation. Morwen hesitated, then quickly crossed the distance between them and curled up like a cat beside him, her head resting on his chest as his uninjured arm wrapped firmly around her. They stayed like that for several minutes, occasional sniffles from the witch the only sound besides the faint noise of celebration from the outside world. When the sniffles seemed to have subsided and Morwen was breathing a little more steadily, Telemain hesitantly asked, "Does that mean...?"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Yes, you stupid man, I love you, too," she blurted, her face still slightly muffled against his chest. He breathed a sigh./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Oh. Good." He paused, then added, "I don't want to live without you either, Morwen. And I'm sorry that I have such a bad habit of letting time pass me by. I get off on my own and start studying something new, and the next thing I know...I've missed what's important," he finished sadly./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Morwen was quiet for a while, then raised her head to look at him. "What if we got married?" she asked, her voice mostly back to its usual practical tone. She sounded as though she were asking if he thought they should have chicken salad for lunch. "You would still have your own work, of course, and I would have mine. But perhaps if we had each other to come home to, it wouldn't be so easy to lose sight of one another again."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Telemain blinked. "Was that a proposal?"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""I suppose it was, in a way. I hope you weren't expecting me to get down on one knee."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""No, of course not."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"After a long pause, Morwen cleared her throat and said, "Well?"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""What?"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Telemain," she sighed, rolling her eyes. "Are you going to accept my marriage proposal, or not?"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Oh! Yes. Yes, of course...after all, it does seem logical," he replied. Morwen felt a twinge of disappointment; somewhere deep down, she'd wanted something more than logic. He shifted. "Hang on, let me...I need to get into this pocket over here..." She sat up so that he could awkwardly dig into one of the many pockets of his vest with his left hand. Finally, he pulled out a very, very small box of crushed purple velvet, barely bigger than an inch square. "Here," he said, handing it to her. She raised an eyebrow, and carefully pulled off the lid. Nestled in ivory satin was a small, thin band of gold, with a delicate vine pattern etched all the way around it. Morwen's mouth fell open in surprise. "I had it made up years ago," he admitted, a little sheepishly. "I...well. I told myself that it was intended for a birthday present, but..." he trailed off, then continued in a softer, lower voice. "I couldn't tell you exactly when I fell in love with you, Morwen, but I honestly can't remember a time when I wasn't. And I...I would be honored to be your husband, if you're sure you'll have me."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"The witch smiled, then laughed softly. "I thought you'd never ask," she murmured as she leaned down to kiss him./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Technically I didn't, you did," Telemain replied against her lips./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Oh, shut up," she responded, deepening the kiss, and he enthusiastically obliged./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"A/N: Just a little anecdote that I wanted to include: I left the word doc containing this fic open on my computer overnight, having stopped writing right after Telemain gave the ring to Morwen. When I opened the doc again the next morning, one of my four cats had stepped on the keyboard. The text that was left said, "\\\\\\ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~M"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Even the cats know that this is mushy./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Even after years of being in limbo, Mendanbar's aim was still perfect; his transportation spelled landed Morwen and Telemain square in the middle of the very large, firm bed that stood against the east wall of the brown room that the witch had requested. A very slight puff of dust as they landed on the long-abandoned bed was the only indication that they had changed position at all. She was still kneeling by Telemain's injured shoulder and only paused a moment to regain her bearings, although a faint blush colored her cheeks at being in bed with the magician, even for such an innocuous purpose. "span style="font-style: normal;"On/spanem a bed isn't the same as /emspan style="font-style: normal;"in/spanem bed/em," she chided herself mentally, and busied herself with finishing up the bandages around Telemain's shoulder./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""That blade went nearly clean through. You're lucky it hit where it did, it could have taken your whole head off," she chided. Telemain frowned./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""I told you, he was aiming for my chest, not my head. And I ducked, didn't I? I thought it was a spell." he answered crossly, reiterating his defenses from earlier./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""You've never been careful enough, not about anything!" She was slightly surprised to hear her own voiced raised, but she was particularly angry at the moment. Seeing Telemain stabbed had left her rattled, no matter how little she might care to admit it./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""That's not at all true! I'm very, very careful when it comes to setting up spells. And following through with research. And – "/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"" – and you nearly got yourself killed today, because you've never been able to focus on anything besides magic, even what's right in front of you!" she blurted out, then clenched her jaw to keep from saying more. Her eyes felt peculiarly hot, and she would be damned if she'd let herself cry like some foolish girl. Even if the only human person who had seen her cry since childhood was right in front of her./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She finished her last checks on the bandages in silence and abruptly started to move away, but Telemain reached across with his left hand and caught her by her right. "Morwen, I'm sorry," he said, his tone uncharacteristically gentle. She stilled, letting herself stare into his piercingly blue eyes for a long moment before pulling away./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""You're going to have to be a bit more specific. There's quite a few things you ought to be sorry for." Her voice was quieter now, even if it was still slightly acidic in tone. The magician sighed softly but made no reply. She scrambled down from the high, wide bed in as dignified a manner as a woman of very small stature could manage and began rummaging around in her enchanted sleeve. She pulled out a small bottle of spring water, a tin cup, and a packet of brownish powder. Telemain eyed it suspiciously./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""What's that?"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Powdered valerian root. It won't kick in for about an hour, but it'll help you sleep once it does," she replied, pouring a small amount of water in the cup before mixing the powder in. She sat down on his left side and helped him hold his head up enough to drink it, but he made a face and gagged slightly when the cup was /br /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Eugh! That smells awful!" he protested./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Yes, it does. Now hurry up and drink it down."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Cringing, he obliged. She quickly set down the cup and brought the bottle of water to his lips to help wash down the taste. He took several gulps before letting his head rest on the pillow again, then sighed heavily before speaking. "Morwen, I suppose I'm not...well...I'm not very good at people. Or...erm...I'm not...I suppose you could say..."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""You have no idea how to maintain any of your relationships with other people, and you're rotten at communication, even at the best of times," she supplied, then felt a twinge of guilt at the hurt expression that shadowed across his face. She sighed; the two of them could absolutely tear each other apart if they were both in a sour mood, but she had to admit that he was at least trying. "And it hasn't been the best of times for any of us for many years," she amended, softening slightly. A long, heavy silence hung between them./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""I'm sorry I left things the way I did between us," Telemain said finally, his eyes cast down to the foot of the bed. "I realize now...that is, I never meant for it to be so long..."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Fourteen months," she replied, the bitter edge creeping back into her voice. "Not even a magic mirror call until the night before last."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""You were mad at me!" he protested. "I didn't want to rankle you anymore than I already had! I was giving you space to cool off, and then...well..."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""You let time get away from you. As usual." The witch stood up from the bed and moved to look out the window. Outside, she could see little pockets of celebration, and all the burned bits of the forest were lush and green again. Still, on the inside she felt as brittle as the surrounding land had been only hours before. She crossed her arms over her chest, shoulders hunching forward slightly in a way that was very unlike her, as if trying to shield her heart./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"In the first few years after Cimorene and Daystar went into hiding, Morwen and Telemain had grown closer than they had been before losing touch the first time. They had a shared history, and got along well in spite of how much they exasperated one another at times. But Telemain had a terrible habit of getting so wrapped up in a new magical theory that he quite forgot about the living, breathing people in his life, and the longer the King of the Enchanted Forest had been trapped under a spell, the more strained all the Forest's inhabitants began to feel. A few too many rescheduled luncheons and an entirely forgotten birthday later, and Morwen and Telemain hadn't been on speaking terms in over a year./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Morwen, I love you." Telemain's voice broke through the silence between them, and Morwen froze. "And I...I'm sorry that I've never said it before. I just...thought you knew."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Several seconds passed, and Morwen suddenly realized that her breath had stopped short the moment he spoke the words. She sucked in a quick breath of air, and her mouth opened and closed a couple of times like a fish out of water before she swallowed down the lump that had formed in her throat. All of a sudden, the overwhelming fear that she had frantically pushed aside when Telemain had been stabbed came rolling over her like a giant wave, and not even her stubborn adherence to practicality could hold it back. She began weeping quietly, her shoulders shaking even as she clutched at her own arms to try to stop them./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Morwen! Morwen, I'm sorry, I – ow – I didn't mean – oh, blast this shoulder," Telemain muttered, unable to get himself out of bed. She turned around quickly, wiping tears from her face underneath her spectacles and shaking her head./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Stop that, you'll start bleeding again," she choked out, fishing a black handkerchief out of her sleeve. She took a shaky, shuddering breath before continuing. "Telemain...when I saw you collapse out there, I..." She stopped again to close her eyes and take another steadying breath. "All I could think was that I couldn't live without you. I wouldn't know how to go on." She sniffled, then laughed scornfully at herself as tears well in her eyes again. "I sound like like an overdramatic maiden, and I hate it."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Morwen..." Telemain began, then trailed off, unsure of what to say. He finally settled for holding his good arm out to her in invitation. Morwen hesitated, then quickly crossed the distance between them and curled up like a cat beside him, her head resting on his chest as his uninjured arm wrapped firmly around her. They stayed like that for several minutes, occasional sniffles from the witch the only sound besides the faint noise of celebration from the outside world. When the sniffles seemed to have subsided and Morwen was breathing a little more steadily, Telemain hesitantly asked, "Does that mean...?"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Yes, you stupid man, I love you, too," she blurted, her face still slightly muffled against his chest. He breathed a sigh./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Oh. Good." He paused, then added, "I don't want to live without you either, Morwen. And I'm sorry that I have such a bad habit of letting time pass me by. I get off on my own and start studying something new, and the next thing I know...I've missed what's important," he finished sadly./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Morwen was quiet for a while, then raised her head to look at him. "What if we got married?" she asked, her voice mostly back to its usual practical tone. She sounded as though she were asking if he thought they should have chicken salad for lunch. "You would still have your own work, of course, and I would have mine. But perhaps if we had each other to come home to, it wouldn't be so easy to lose sight of one another again."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Telemain blinked. "Was that a proposal?"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""I suppose it was, in a way. I hope you weren't expecting me to get down on one knee."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""No, of course not."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"After a long pause, Morwen cleared her throat and said, "Well?"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""What?"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Telemain," she sighed, rolling her eyes. "Are you going to accept my marriage proposal, or not?"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Oh! Yes. Yes, of course...after all, it does seem logical," he replied. Morwen felt a twinge of disappointment; somewhere deep down, she'd wanted something more than logic. He shifted. "Hang on, let me...I need to get into this pocket over here..." She sat up so that he could awkwardly dig into one of the many pockets of his vest with his left hand. Finally, he pulled out a very, very small box of crushed purple velvet, barely bigger than an inch square. "Here," he said, handing it to her. She raised an eyebrow, and carefully pulled off the lid. Nestled in ivory satin was a small, thin band of gold, with a delicate vine pattern etched all the way around it. Morwen's mouth fell open in surprise. "I had it made up years ago," he admitted, a little sheepishly. "I...well. I told myself that it was intended for a birthday present, but..." he trailed off, then continued in a softer, lower voice. "I couldn't tell you exactly when I fell in love with you, Morwen, but I honestly can't remember a time when I wasn't. And I...I would be honored to be your husband, if you're sure you'll have me."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"The witch smiled, then laughed softly. "I thought you'd never ask," she murmured as she leaned down to kiss him./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Technically I didn't, you did," Telemain replied against her lips./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Oh, shut up," she responded, deepening the kiss, and he enthusiastically obliged./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"A/N: Just a little anecdote that I wanted to include: I left the word doc containing this fic open on my computer overnight, having stopped writing right after Telemain gave the ring to Morwen. When I opened the doc again the next morning, one of my four cats had stepped on the keyboard. The text that was left said, "\\\\\\ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~M"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Even the cats know that this is mushy./p