Title: Pokemon Cards
OTP Prompt: Collecting Pokemon Cards
OTP: Logan Huntzberger / Rory Gilmore
— Pokemon Cards —
One aspect that Rory truly admired about Logan was his remarkable ability to adapt. No matter the situation, he could effortlessly let go of his current endeavors and wholeheartedly embrace a completely different experience or adventure. It was precisely due to this quality that the two of them found themselves unexpectedly in the charming, picturesque town of Positano, Italy, nestled along the breathtaking Amalfi Coast.
Accompanying the couple on their spontaneous journey were their close friends Finn, Colin, and Robert. While exploring the enchanting town of Positano, the group encountered a rather amusing situation involving Robert attempting to communicate in Italian with a woman who appeared utterly exasperated by his efforts. Seizing the opportunity, Finn kindly offered Rory a refreshing drink, noticing that she was the only one in need of a refill when he inquired. In this picturesque bar that overlooked the glistening sea, Rory felt an overwhelming sense of contentment. Grateful for the replenished drink, she softly expressed her thanks to Finn, a man who had become more than just a friend – he had become akin to a brother to her.
Rory's gaze shifted towards Logan, noticing the radiant glow on his face that mirrored her own. Intrigued, she leaned in closer as he whispered, knowing that their conversation wasn't entirely private, but their friends seemed thoroughly entertained by Robert's linguistic struggles. "What's on your mind?" she inquired with curiosity, eager to delve into the depths of his thoughts amidst the lively atmosphere.
He offers her a broader smile, extending his free hand to hers. "You," he says, affirming his feelings for her. The thought of her and him sharing the same surname has been constantly on his mind in the past twenty hours spent in this quaint Italian town, yet it doesn't frighten Logan.
In response, she bursts into laughter before confessing, "I don't want to leave, no desire to leave. I don't want to go back to the States, back to school. I want to abandon everything back home and just simply remain here in Italy. Figure out how the language, eat everything and just be happy with you."
Logan's admiration for her desire to leave everything behind and embrace a new life in Italy remains unspoken as he is abruptly interrupted by the sound of a slap. Robert, still rubbing his face, watches the woman he was attempting to flirt with storm off. Confused, he asks, "What did I say?"
Finn, shrugging his shoulders, replies, "Something about eating her dad. Your Italian is awful."
"Truly terrible," Colin agrees, chiming in.
Rory lets out a giggle, feeling a sense of camaraderie with the boys who have become her makeshift family. "Our rooms at Hotel Poseidon should be ready by now. Shall we start heading that way?" she suggests, excitement in her voice. Rory has heard wonderful things about the beauty of the hotel and she was thrilled to see it.
The couple found themselves alone on the balcony of their hotel room, mesmerized by the vibrant hues of the setting sun. Rory nestled into the comforting embrace of Logan, the warmth of their togetherness making the world outside seem distant and unimportant. With a glass of wine shared between them, they savored the moment, their focus solely on each other. The whereabouts of the rest of the group had escaped their thoughts, but truthfully, it didn't matter to either of them. All that mattered was this moment, watching the sunset and being together.
The following morning, two out of the five members of the were missing as Logan, Rory and Finn were roaming around the small town. Logan and Rory kept quiet about the surprise of Finn joining them so early in the morning, his presence a delightful surprise considering his usual late-morning habits. They wondered what could have prompted Finn to rise so early, but decided to enjoy the moment and explore the town together.
Rory's heart skipped a beat as thunderous claps reverberated through the sky, startling her from her thoughts. Her grip on Logan's arm tightened instinctively as she glanced around, trying to discern the source of the sudden noise. The once serene atmosphere now felt charged with an unexpected energy, as dark clouds rolled in, casting a shadow over the town and the rain started to pour. Sensing Rory's unease, Logan pulled her closer, their intertwined fingers offering a sense of reassurance amidst the growing storm. They exchanged concerned looks, silently wondering how this unexpected twist would impact their day of exploration, the weather was supposed to be clear all day. "There's a church over there!" Finn yells.
Startled by Finn's sudden yell, Rory quickly turns her attention towards the direction he pointed, spotting the church across the street. Without hesitation, Logan gives her hand a gentle squeeze, silently assuring her that everything will be alright, before the three of them break into a run towards the safety of the church.
As they reach the entrance, Finn takes charge and hastily shuts the heavy wooden doors behind them, barricading themselves from the turbulent storm that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. The sound of rain pounding against the windows and the gusts of wind rattling the building only heighten their sense of urgency.
Rory's heart races as she surveys their surroundings, her eyes widening at the sight of the dimly lit interior. The hushed silence within the church contrasts sharply with the chaotic storm outside, adding an eerie atmosphere to their unexpected refuge.
It seemed like the three of them were the only ones in the building. "What a beauty." Rory's voice barely above a whisper, her words hang in the air as she walks towards the front of the church, guided by the soft glow of the stained glass windows that adorned the walls. The colors of the vibrant glass dance in the dim light, creating a mesmerizing display of artistry.
Her footsteps echo gently, each one adding to the serene ambiance that fills the space. As she approaches the stained glass, Rory can't help but be captivated by the intricate details and the stories they depict. She runs her fingers along the smooth edges. She didn't get a good look outside of the church before the three of them took safety inside, but she wanted to see it now.
Logan and Finn follow quietly behind, their eyes also drawn to the stunning beauty of the stained glass. They join Rory in her admiration, their presence enhancing the enchanting stillness of the moment. Despite the storm raging outside, within the confines of the church, a sense of tranquility and peace envelops them, momentarily shielding them from the uncertainties of the outside world.
Finn breaks the silence, "Do you know that I can officiate a wedding in six countries and seven states?"
"Collecting them like Pokemon cards." Logan teases, but he's not looking at his friend, instead his girlfriend. "Rory," he feels himself getting filled with nerves but the thunder above him interrupts his thoughts, adding an ominous soundtrack to his anxious state. Despite the interruption, Logan takes a deep breath, gathering his courage to continue. "Rory," he starts again, trying to find the right words amidst the rumbling of thunder. He reaches for her hand, the warmth of her touch providing a grounding in the midst of the storm and his heart skips a beat when she gives him a smile. "I hope I show you every day how much you mean to me, because you make my world so much better. All I want to do is keep building our life together, facing any challenges that come our way, together as one."
Rory's eyes meet his, her gaze filled with love and curiosity, as if she senses something more than just a casual conversation and her heart pounding in sync with the thunderous backdrop.
"And so, in the spirit of collecting like Pokemon cards," Logan says, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, "I was wondering if you'd consider collecting forever with me. Rory, will you marry me?"
Finn finds it funny that the two people seemed to forget that he was in this church with them or there was a storm roaring above them.
The church seems to hold its breath, as if waiting for her response. The storm outside intensifies, its thunder echoing the anticipation in the room. Logan's nerves mix with the raw vulnerability of the moment, his hands still touching the woman as he was uncertain of what Rory's answer will be and was afraid that she might disappear without an answer (he silently tells himself that this is just anxiety) but hoping with all his heart that she'll say yes.