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Oct. 26th, 2017 09:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
assassinwithahairpinThe whole month has been something of a crap shot, and Billy was just trying to keep the apartment a place apart, a little haven for them, because the last thing they needed was the outside world creeping in here. He knew, Halloween night was going to be a menace. He had plans on that. He'd stocked up on good gin and good scotch, had gotten some opium from a man that assured it was clean and had blended that in with some of his tobacco, and was ready with plenty of music to drown out any noise outside their apartment. For twelve hours, it would be just them: him and Goodnight and the dog, and that was that. In the morning, he would go out and deal with that needed dealing with. He would not be pulled away before then.
But they had a week. And for now, Billy wasn't going to think about it.
For now, Billy had situated himself at the kitchen table. He was reading a magazine. It was a conspicuous one. He'd been doing this periodically recently, waiting to see if Goodnight would notice--he doubtlessly had--or comment--he had not, yet. Mercy was laid out at his feet, because they'd already been out on their run for the morning, and there was already breakfast, because Billy had picked it up on the way home.
Billy was reading a wedding magazine, and silently griping to himself that it was all brides and grooms. Nobody cared about wedding dresses when both people involved were going to be wearing a suit and tie.
But they had a week. And for now, Billy wasn't going to think about it.
For now, Billy had situated himself at the kitchen table. He was reading a magazine. It was a conspicuous one. He'd been doing this periodically recently, waiting to see if Goodnight would notice--he doubtlessly had--or comment--he had not, yet. Mercy was laid out at his feet, because they'd already been out on their run for the morning, and there was already breakfast, because Billy had picked it up on the way home.
Billy was reading a wedding magazine, and silently griping to himself that it was all brides and grooms. Nobody cared about wedding dresses when both people involved were going to be wearing a suit and tie.
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Date: 2017-10-31 04:15 am (UTC)Slowly, he got up from the table, and he came over to the couch. He delicately plucked magazine from Goodnight's hands, even though he'd just picked it up, and he placed himself in Goodnight's lap docilely.
"I would go down to that courthouse right now, if you'd let me," he said earnestly.
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Date: 2017-10-31 04:20 am (UTC)"Mon cher," he murmured, soft and warm. He pulled Billy into a kiss, just as soft, just as warm as the sentiment had been. "Now you know I can't just do that."
Obviously Billy knew, or their apartment wouldn't be strewn with magazines.
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Date: 2017-10-31 05:16 am (UTC)He hummed and twisted, gracefully grabbing one of the magazines and flipping through the pages. Eventually, he alighted on a page he'd marked, showing wedding bands with neatly engraved patterns on the insides of the bands. One showed a fleur de lis. Because of course it did.
"I suppose you could find a jeweler in town," he said softly. "When you're ready to make an honest man of me."
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Date: 2017-10-31 05:21 am (UTC)But Goodnight's attention drifted down to the picture and he smiled small. Maybe looking for a jeweler wouldn't be a bad first step. Then he'd at least have a ring for when he finally got the gumption to actually ask Billy to marry him.
It seemed like such a backwards prospect now. Normally he might have asked someone to spend the rest of their life with him, and yet here he and Billy were, nearly ten years on. He supposed they still had plenty of life ahead of them, though, now at they were here.
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Date: 2017-10-31 05:27 am (UTC)As he'd said, Billy would have happily gone down to the courthouse and signed whatever paperwork there was to make it official. But, as he'd said to Dorian weeks back in acknowledging how Goodnight was, he knew that wasn't how this would go.
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Date: 2017-11-05 11:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-11-07 04:31 am (UTC)He pressed a kiss to Goodnight's cheek, on the apple of his cheek, and smirked a little. "Save that for picking a wedding date."
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Date: 2017-11-09 02:12 am (UTC)Goodnight liked to think he had a decent sense of timing, but Billy Rocks had up-ended his entire world, and he'd had trouble remembering time passed at all since then. Except when he looked in a mirror.
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Date: 2017-11-09 04:23 am (UTC)But only because the western symbols and trappings that would mean so much to Goodnight would mean nothing to Billy. Everything about a wedding that Goodnight might want, Billy wouldn't know how to give. Those needed to be his to plan.
That didn't mean he couldn't tease the man.
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Date: 2017-11-11 12:36 am (UTC)He stroked back Billy's hair and tugged him into a kiss.
"Like hell I'm gonna let you plan the event, though."
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Date: 2017-11-11 03:46 am (UTC)"I think you're worried I'd do it better," Billy teased.
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Date: 2017-11-16 12:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-11-19 11:23 pm (UTC)He did not, really, want to plan a wedding. That sounded exhausting and terribly tiresome. But it was fun to tease Goodnight.