Drabble #15

[jlrpuck]

Title: Drabble #15
Written for: meralee82 
Prompt: Professor Peter proposing to Heiress Rose
Notes: During the Support Stacie auction, I promised each of the bidders would receive a drabble. It didn’t matter how many bids you made—the rule was one drabble per bid.


“Marry me?”

He’d been wanting to say the words for days; had been working out how to ask—where to ask—and when. But here, now, sitting with Rose in their pub, having just shared dinner together...he doubted he’d find a more perfect time to give voice to them.

Rose had been looking elsewhere; at the question, she turned to gaze at him, astonishment on her face. “...what did you say?”

He swallowed, forced himself to have the courage to ask the question as he gazed into her eyes. “Marry me, Rose?”

Please say yes, he thought, watching her nervously.
 

Comments

[principia-coh.livejournal.com]

He’d been wanting to say the words for days; had been working out how to ask—where to ask—and when.

I suspect that in the back of his mind, he had this formless thought of some trad proposal in a suitably dramatic setting, versus just blurting it out down the pub. At least she hadn't just taken a sip when he asked. Hee!

So has he just been carrying around the family ring with him since Meg gave it to him, or is this a longer stretch of time than that?

[jlrpuck-fic.livejournal.com]

he had this formless thought of some trad proposal in a suitably dramatic setting,

He was definitely thinking in terms of drama: in addition to the idea mentioned above, of setting up an elaborate *thing* to set in motion the proposal, he no doubt considered taking her to Dunnottar, or some other lovely set of windswept, romantic, ruins.

So has he just been carrying around the family ring with him since Meg gave it to him

He and Rose get engaged *very* quickly, relatively speaking. I suspect that Meg gave him the ring within two months* of him starting to see Rose; and that he's just always carried it in his pocket since. Not in case he suddenly decides to propose, but simply as a good luck charm, or touchstone.

*I *really* need to sketch out the timeline for this one... ;)

[principia-coh.livejournal.com]

...he no doubt considered taking her to Dunnottar...

Nothing like a successful proposal followed up by a celebratory outdoor shag? ;D

Not in case he suddenly decides to propose, but simply as a good luck charm, or touchstone.

So long as he remembers not to keep it in a pocket where Rose might find it during laundry procedures... although that could be a humorous ficlet in and of itself, Prof!Peter realizing he's left the ring in something Rose is likely to have to go through and having to go to pains to retrieve it before she finds it.

[jlrpuck-fic.livejournal.com]

Nothing like a successful proposal followed up by a celebratory outdoor shag?

Especially as, at this particular time, they haven't yet got around to shagging in the ruins. *g*

keep it in a pocket where Rose might find it during laundry procedures...

Heh. My knee-jerk is to say that it's Peter that does the laundry...but I think it's more of a "Enh, whoever has free time does it". But I think Peter is very, very careful to take that ring out of his trousers every evening; he has a change dish (with a lid), and the ring goes in there every night.

[principia-coh.livejournal.com]

My knee-jerk is to say that it's Peter that does the laundry...

One suspects that Rose, despite her many talents and the near-certainty that when she lived at home she was at least taught to do her own laundry, is not well-versed in the care and laundering of some of the fussier fabrics the Professor clothes himself in.

Not that I'm calling him a preening dandy, but I'm sure he has a heck of a lot less wash and wear than Rose is accustomed to dealing with... because any of her nicer stuff she would normally just take to the cleaners.

[jlrpuck-fic.livejournal.com]

I think, too, Peter's grown used to doing laundry his way. He likes his trousers, wash-and-wear though they may be, to come out a certain way, and he certainly wants his warmer clothes laundered the way he wants them laundered.

As for a cleaners, I think the only things he takes there are the tweeds. *g*