Arthur/Gwen: It's a bird, it's a plane, it's... (robinmarian)
Not Superman - Arthur/Gwen - G
"What is that?" Gwen stares up at the night sky, lying on a blanket, nestled against Arthur.
"Plane. I think. Might be a UFO…" he blinks, trying to see the lights in the blackness. "No. Plane."
She sighs, enjoying the warm summer night, alone with her Arthur. A sudden sound startles Arthur.
"What the…?"
Gwen giggles. "That was just a bird," she says. "You're jumpy tonight."
He has been jumpy. They'd brought a little snack and a bottle of wine. He spilled most of the wine. Had trouble opening the packet of cookies, sending them flying all over the blanket.
"Sorry. I guess I'm a little stressed," he says.
"Work?"
"Something like that," he says, kissing her forehead. He looks up suddenly. "Is that a bat?"
"Yes. Wow, I've never seen one," she sits up, her face tilted up towards the trees.
"You're not scared?"
"No. Bats are good. They eat mosquitoes," she smiles, looking back down at him. Her smile turns into a gasp when she sees he's shifted onto one knee and is holding a small box.
"Guinevere, I…" he pauses, swallowing. "I know I'm no Superman. Far from perfect… but I love you more than life, and if you'll be my wife, I will make it my mission in life to make you happy every day. Will you marry me?"
Guinevere leaps, throwing her arms around him and squeezing tightly as silent tears of joy roll down her face.
"Is that a yes?"