[ID: an aesthetic with 9 images in a 3x3 grid, all with light gray backgrounds. from left to right, top to bottom: 1. âshe is water/soft enough/to offer life/tough enough/to drown it awayâ written in black next to a drawing of a cup with ocean waves in it. 2. a bunch of white lilies. 3. a pink patch that reads âbe gay, do crimes!â 4. a pencil drawing of 5 water droplets, increasing in size. 5. a photograph of a woman with dark hair kissing a female statue. 6. a drawing of a black cat partially filled with large white flowers. 7. a piece of cloth that reads âthe magic is in youâ in black. 8. a broken wine glass spilling red wine. 9. âbrave girl, choose yourselfâ written in black. END ID]
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Oh to be a tipsy shoeless woman in Central Park at night and to be flirted with by a literal metal angel that compliments your figure and pours you magic water for free and calls you 'doll' after just a minute of knowing you ....
Prompt: Em/Sofia, domestic life (bonus points for including La Gran Gata)
Itâs hard. Moving on from Dale when he comes home so often, and even then, she knows she wouldâve taken longer without him. His smiles were always worth a thousand words.
âWhat?â She says abruptly when he beams at her, Em had just complimented her hair as she and Dale wrapped up their debate on whether Sof could write off the trips to the fountain on her taxes.
âYou need to move on from me, Sofia.â
âYou never call me Sofia, Dale.â She begins to sniff.
âNo, no, see you canât. I canât keep doing this to you, I know Iâm here but. Iâm not the same, I know you told everyone we had hot sex in heaven and I think itâs a funny bit too but you know thatâs never really what this is going to be.â
âPlentyâa people are fine beinâ single, Dale, I need you I donât need a romp under the sheets.â
âNo. You need someone to love you back, you need someone to kiss and to romance and to cuddle and make blueberry-chocolate muffins and buttermilk pancakes for. You donât need an ex-husband who kept secrets his whole life and underestimated you because it was easier than seeing you in harmâs way.â
It feels like a tennis ball is lodged in her throat, but also like the weight of Dale just got lifted off her shoulders. She nods after a while.
âDonât you dare disappear again. The monastery still needs you.â
âI know.â
âIâll get Em to punch you if you even think about not cominâ back.â
âI wouldnât fight her.â
ââCourse you wouldnâtâŚâ she sighs.
âSo do I have to ask her out for you orâŚâ
Sofia finds she doesnât need help punching him after all.
âWhat are you thinking?â A voice of comfort, full of love, draws Sof out of her reminiscing.
âThree years!â Sofia cheers and Em laughs, cuddling into her bosom to block out the light. Sofâs finger runs over Emâs, she has to go soon, they both do. But theyâve found that even Em can have days off- it seems that humans donât notice a missing statue if itâs made of magic.
âNot yet.â Em teases.
Sofia huffs at her, âFine!â She groans. âTwo years, 363 days and an hour.â
Em laughs herself out of bed and Sofia smiles, beaming as Em discovers the batch of chocolate buttermilk pancakes.
Em eats two in one go and Sof shakes her head fondly, joining her at the breakfast nook where a feast awaits them. Their first date was their regular, weekly lunch minus Esther just that once.
âI love you.â Sofiaâs breath catches midway through chewing her own pancake. She's never chewed quicker, and then swallows, her voice heavy.
âI love you too, so much.â
âSo much.â Em smiles, taking her hand and squeezing it slightly.
âSo Iâll wrap things up at the monastery early today and meet you at the fountain?â
âYep.â
âAnd youâre not going to say anything about the surprise?â
âWhat surprise?â
âYou know I know thereâs a surprise, and why did Pete know? You know heâs terrible at keeping secrets!â
Em mimes zipping her lip and Sofia laughs it off, a blush staining her cheeks as they eat breakfast together telling quick stories of their favourite dates and impromptu gifts.
âI packed your lunch.â
âI packed yours.â Sofia smiles mischievously and Em laughs, bending down slightly so that Sofia can kiss her. Em doesnât need sustenance- not human food anyway- but she can eat and she loves to eat what Sof makes. Nonetheless, Em appreciates the irony of her making food for Sof, but whatâs better is that Sof appreciates it even more.
They both head off from their tiny apartment, Em magicking to the fountain through a treeline as Sof bounds up the wall and jumps towards the monasteryâs courtyard.
âHey boss.â
âHi Tom, howâre those spin kicks coming.â
He demonstrates in lieu of answering.
âThatâs great, Tom!â She praises, ânow remember you have to keepâŚâ Sofia explains as she walks him to her class.Â
Later that day, half-forgotten about what day it is, Sofâs on her way to her 3:30 meditation practices when a familiar purr emanates through the air and Sof sighs and relaxes her hands into the fluffy hair of La Gran Gata as she appears.
âItâs been a while.â
âYou havenât needed me.â
Sof hums in agreement as the purrs increase in volume, her fingers finding the familiar pattern of scritches that the majestic cat enjoys the most.
âWhy are you here now?â
âI missed my chin scratches and I donât want to bother you when youâre- ah, it is a secret- I remember now. Have fun, young one. Donât be late for her, now.â
âEM!â Sof shouts at the empty space between her hands and clocks the sun. Sheâd better run. Sheâs only done this once before, run over these buildings but itâll have to happen again- she canât be late for a third anniversary surprise! Throwing down everything except her phone, Sof takes a running leap over to the next building and only speeds up from there.
âForgot?â Someone asks her halfway up to heaven.
âNot now Kug!â
âIâm just helping Sof,â he laughs, and the wind pushes a little bit higher and faster.Â
âThank you!â
âBe good, Sof, be the best of us.â
She lands on her feet, patting her hair into place as she looks up at where Em⌠is supposed to be?
âOver here, Sof!â Pete says energetically and she frowns, walking over to where Pete and Kingston are standing near a massive portal of dream energy to another New York.Â
Rowanâs New York.
âWhatâre we doing?â
âCâmon, Sof, everyoneâs waiting.â
âWha-okay.â Sofia nods as a glimpse of Em enters her field of vision.
Em steps to the side, blocking Sofâs view of whatâs going on as she dominates the entry.Â
âThanks, guys. God, I hope this is what youâll love.â
âEm, whatâre you...â Sof halts her sentence as Em takes out a small, black, velvet box. âOhmygahd, Em.â
Em laughs shyly, âSofia Bicicleta. These three years with you have been the most delicious of my whole life. You light up my world and you warm my nights with your love. I know it wonât be the safe but,â she opens the box, a simple gold band inside, âwill you please marry me?â
Sof nods, tears streaming down her face.
âThese are happy tears right?â
âYes, oh my god, yes! Pete!â
âPete?â Em asks.
âUh, yeah?â
âMy right pocket, jacket, I canât- just, can you get it.â
âYes, yeah, I got it.â Pere says shakily, fumbling into Sofiaâs pocket and clasps the identical black box in her jacket.
âOh my god.â Em tears up, small tears of the fountain running over her cheeks.
âI was gonna go first, babe, I canât think when you're beinâ all mushy.â Sof sniffs. âYou are the best thing to ever happen to me, Em. I love you, will you please marry me?â
âRight. Of course,â Em says, taking Sofiaâs hand and leading her inside.
CONGRATULATIONSÂ spins in the air as everyone who they know pauses the party to listen.
âShe said yes!â Em cries out and everyone cheers, âand so did I!â Laughter rings out as everyone applauds and Rowan leads Sof off to clean up for their engagement party.
âAre you happy Sof?â Rowan asks, pausing by the door after Sofâs freshened up.
âIâve never been happier, Rowan.â She smiles.
âYou guys are gonna be great.â
âThe best.â Sof murmurs, walking out to kiss Em in celebrations.Â