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"I swear that when our lips touch, I can taste the next sixty years of my life." - Rudy Francisco
Parvati wishes she could stop feeling nervous. It's so easy to blame the way she shivers on the falling snow, but she knows it's more to that. Her hands shake as she and Lavender walk through the park, taking the winter scenery.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Lavender asks with a dreamy sigh, a smile playing at her lips.
"It is."
But Parvati isn't talking about the park. There are snowflakes caught in Lavender's honey blonde hair, and she smiles so beautifully. Parvati still remembers the first few weeks after the battle. Lavender hadn't smiled much then. Seeing her like this now makes Parvati want to weep with joy.
"We should have stopped by that little cafe by the flat," Lavender says, a hint of a pout twisting her lips. It shouldn't be so cute when she does that, but Parvati feels a warmth flutter through her insides. "They have the best cocoa."
Parvati wants to kick herself. Hot cocoa would have been perfect. How could she have overlooked that one little detail?
She shakes her head. It isn't the end of the world. They can always go out for cocoa later. She'll get Lavender the fancy caramel one she loves so much after this is done.
Assuming there is an after.
No. Parvati can't think like that. If she lets the doubts eat away at her mind, she will lose her nerve.
"Hello? Parvati? Still with me, babe?" Lavender asks, laughing.
Parvati offers her a shaky grin. "Hey, Lav, do you mind taking your mitten off? The left one, I mean."
Lavender lifts her brows, confusion written all over her pretty face. "What a strange request," she notes, but she obliges, pulling away the warm, pink-and-white striped mitten. "If I got frostbite on my fingers, you're sleeping on the couch for a week."
"Consider me warned." Parvati swallows dryly and reaches into her pocket. She pulls out the ring, sliding it onto Lavender's finger. "I'm not sure frostbite would look good with this."
It isn't the line she had wanted to go with. She had planned it all out, but the words seem to fail her now.
Fuck it, she thinks.
"Lavender, will you marry me?"
Short and sweet. Parvati thinks that might be best. She would hate to stumble and fumble and struggle to make sense of things.
"Yes," Lavender answers, and she throws her arms around Parvati, pulling her close and kissing her hard.
In that moment, she knows she's made the right choice. Everything is so easy with Lavender. All tension and fear melts away, and Parvati can see a beautiful future with the woman she loves.
"Now," Parvati whispers as they break away, "about that cocoa."