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In which, Ondrej asks Tereza to marry him for the first time.
some headcanons here, bland historical references there, and some bad writing.
I got this up later than I wanted to due to practice, studying, and traveling.
The theme was firsts and instead of the first kiss / first i love you / first time / first etc, I decided to do this...????
prague, 1918
In the streets of the city, the church bells rang loudly as he leaned forward, looking down on the congregation flooding into the place of worship, speaking in a tongue he was at least familiar enough with to make out what pieces of casual conversation he was able to hear.
“One might ask why you, a representative to the Slovaks, finds himself in a city that belongs to me.”
He blinks and she steps forwards, her long hair let down as she stands next to him. He notes her elegant gown, making him in his overcoat and dirty slacks look like a peasant from a farm. In her opinion, that is what he was, in spite of being the most industrialized part of the Hungarian Kingdom he once upon a time was part of.
“You know this is a wedding, correct?” she asks him, leaning forward as she slowly removes her gloves, adjusting her hat as he shrugs his shoulders.
“I like them.”
“You like weddings?”
“I like them a lot.”
She sighs and he turns toward her, watching as she adjusts the green hat on her head as she neatly folds the gloves in her hands. The organ begins to play and she straightens up. “Why are you here? You do not seem like the wedding type.”
“Not if they are anything like Erzsébet and Roderich’s wedding,” she replies quietly, nudging him to stay silent as the bride slowly makes her way down the aisle, to the alter. He watches as the crowd looks on in awe.
“You mean a political wedding,” he clarifies. “Their wedding was cute.”
“It was insulting.”
“Is that why your refuse to wed me?” he asks. “Because you do not want a political wedding? Even though I tell you that we are more than… well…”
“We were thrust together for convenience. Do not get that mixed up with true feelings.”
“Suppose I were to court you,” he suggests. “Properly, like the way this man has courted his wife. Of course, without asking a father for your hand. But suppose I went about it correctly, with no political ties.”
She turns to him and smirks, as if to challenge him. “Does a simple-minded man such as yourself know how to court a lady? I feel that in your country, they just sold girls off for goats.”
“Now you are just mean.” He snorts, but cannot help but feel hurt. He knows that he was not as industrially advanced as she was, but she has to know that he is more or less her equal, intellectually. They represent a nation together, and while they may only seem to share a similar language, they have a common goal.
“Perhaps I am, but I am no fool.”
“Perhaps, but does not mean I am. I think we should wed.”
“Of course. The romantic.” She sighs. “You cannot shake this idea we should be wed, can you?”
“I am asking if you, Tereza the Czech, will want to wed me, Ondrej the Slovak? Not just in a union for Czechoslovakia, but for me to prove that I love the woman behind the nation.”
“You mean that?”
“I do mean that I would love you every day and until my last breath, if that is what you are asking of me.”
Tereza’s eyes flashed toward Ondrej and she looked a bit stunned at his declaration. He smiled and took his hand in her as the ceremony continued on below them, watching in awe until she finally cleared her throat.
“Should you court me properly, I would… entertain… the idea of marrying you. Ask me again in three months.”
“Normally, the first time you ask someone is the only time.”
“Am I not worth it?”
Ondrej smirked. “You are, my darling. You very much are.”
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Slovakia, Czechia, and the certain special nostalgia of Shalimar perfume. Their first anniversary has long passed, and no more are to come, but there’s a certain sweetness to remembering. Even with the sting of all that followed.
In which, Ondrej holds on to the past, and it’s more angsty and poorly written than anticipated.
Thanks to me being sick and LSAT taking over my life, lol.
For day two, past / nostalgia
January 1st, 2013
On the streets of Bratislava, the sounds of rehtacka echoed in the streets as people welcomed in the New Year. Watching the commotion from the deck overlooking the street, the shirtless man held his breath and counted back from ten once again, as he had done moments previous.
The phone rang, right as he reached one (predictable). He reached out for it. “Hello, doll,” he coolly said, resting the phone between his ear and shoulder as he reached for a pack of cigarettes, tapping the small carton against the table as he took a seat.
December 31st, 1992
So, to be fair, the nineties were not kind to anyone, but this, Ondrej decided, was the cruelest. In less than twenty-four hours, they would no longer be Czechoslovakia. They would split – one would be the Czech Republic and the other would be Slovakia.
Gently kicking him in the shins, she pointed at the cigarette in his hand. “Stop that shit,” she hissed, but made no real effort to make him stop. He had picked up this habit in 1937, and had no intention of stopping any time soon. They watched the people in the bar chatter and enjoy their time celebrating the end of the year. Tereza huffed, bringing her beer to her lips as he puffed away.
“You’re in a sour fuckin’ mood.”
“Aren’t you? Or are you finally glad to get rid of me?”
Ondrej made a face at her as she refused to look at him. Sure, she had been bossy and controlling, and maybe he was scatterbrained and sloppy, but they were still in this together – for at least a few more hours.
“Rezie, I’m…” He knew that there hadn’t been so much as a big blow-up fight, luckily, compared to some other places like those friends of theirs who had made up Yugoslavia, but it still was rocky. He was torn, mostly because he knew his people were torn.
Or maybe, looking at how beautiful she was under the shit bar lighting, he was torn because he knew he still loved her. He had loved her for damn near eighty years. He didn’t love the country – he loved the young woman who had been by his side for years and supported him. He inhaled and coughed, earning a “are you fucking kidding me” look from Tereza as he jabbed his cigarette into the ash tray.
“You going to church tomorrow?” she asked, deciding to pass up the chance to tell him I told you so you dolt. He shrugged his shoulders.
“Maybe, if you’ll join me.”
“I don’t think I can,” she mumbled. “Besides, I… tomorrow… in a few hours…”
He checked his watch and sighed, grabbing the beer and chugging it. “One more round and then let’s go. I don’t want to be out long, anyway,” he whispered. She nodded, following suit and watching him wave over the waitress, ordering two more drinks for them.
Ondrej eyed Tereza as he brought the bottle to his mouth. He was going to make the most of these last few hours.
It ended up being a long night.
Ondrej found himself pressed up against the wall of the small cottage that Tereza owned in the small town they were in, the dim lights illuminating the soft features of Tereza’s face as she leaned in closer, digging her nails into the soft fabric of his shirt. He inhaled the scent of rosewater perfume and cheap beer, pulling her instinctively closer as she pulled him down closer to her.
“I don’t want this to end.”
“It doesn’t have to, Rezie,” he whispered. She tried quickly remove the belt he had on. “Tereza.”
“No. I know this is for the best. But, I can’t… and I won’t…” She paused. He reached up, loosening the bun in her hair as she bit her lip. “I can’t go back to what we had. For the sake of Czechia.”
“But what about for Tereza?”
“It doesn’t work like that.”
Ondrej pulled away, leaning back against the wall as he glared down at her. “It does. I love you, Tereza.”
“I know, but for now, we can’t… be a couple. It’ll be too soon.” Inhaling sharply, she stepped closer. “But it’s still 1992. I still am yours. At least for another two hours.”
Ondrej didn’t want to argue. He probably could have for hours, but he knew that Tereza was stubborn and he knew, deep down, she was right. Tereza always needed time, regardless of how she presented herself. She was mourning, probably more than he was. He shrugged his shoulders, pulling his shirt up from over his head as she unzipped her jacket.
“I’ll still love you into ninety-three, Rezie.”
“I wish I can say the same.”
She nodded, pulling him in for a kiss, quickly tangling her fingers into his hair. He was quick to lift her up, something he could do with ease because he practiced for decades, and he allowed himself to be caught up in the moment.
She was still his Tereza, and would be until morning. For him that’s all he could ask for.
January 1st, 2013
“Happy New Year, Ondra.”
He inhaled sharply and leaned back in his seat. “Happy New Year, Rezie. What’s up?”
“The usual. I slept through the countdown, and woke up to remember that it’s been…” She paused. “I miss you.”
“We’ll see each other soon,” he whispered as he shivered. The fireworks illuminated his porch and the street below. Ondrej’s fingers twitched as he opened the pack of cigarettes and shakily lit one. “You watching any fireworks?”
“No, I’ll go… back to bed… I just wanted to call and wish you your first happy new year.” Ondrej chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Goodnight.”
January 1st, 1993
Ondrej awoke at seven in the morning, his clothes neatly placed on the chair, and his stomach twisted into knots when he realized the bedroom was empty. On the pillow next to him was no note, and the vanity did not even have a letter. He remembered how they wasted no time getting lost in each other, with her finally mumbling phrases of love and adoration for him before he drifted off.
He dressed and found the phone, calling the Prague number he had memorized. She didn’t answer, so he left a message. He went back to Bratislava, where he was greeted as his own person, left another message for her, and still received no reply at the celebratory dinner in his house.
By ten, the only message he had on his answering machine was a quick, “I’m sorry.” And she gave him nothing else.
He didn’t want to call back. It would make him feel like shit.
January 1st, 2013
“Rezie?”
He heard Tereza shift over the line, a quiet hum escaping her lips. “Yes, Ondrej?” she replied quickly, suddenly intrigued by what he was going to say. This was how most of the New Year’s phone calls went. They made mindless, idle chatter, until Ondrej jumped in. He always told himself every year, for eleven months, this would be the year he asked her about what happened in 1993. If she meant that she loved him, or if she meant that she was sorry that she lied about her love. He wanted to ask why she left with no word and why she could only give him two after he spent a whole day trying to call her.
He inhaled.
“Happy New Year’s again.”
Twenty years on, he still couldn’t bring himself to learn the truth. He heard her sigh.
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Well, it’s the last day!! I feel awful because this week was kind of a mess for me, with the sickness and the LSAT. But, now that I’ve done it once, I’m confident in what needs to be done the next time!!
This is probably my favorite theme, just because I have a lot of AUs for them. I actually started writing an AU prompt back in May/June and held off on finishing it just for this week.
I’m sorry I am garbage at hosting events. I didn’t expect the LSAT to conflict this much. but it did.
