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@ultramarine316â is the absolute most kind patient and creative soul I have ever met. I am so lucky to be with her. She proposed in the most magical way and made an honest sword lesbian out of me :D
With summer 2020 being basically canceled because of Covid we have been planning a fun social distant getaway at one our friends camp, it was of us 13 humans and one most excellent Dogo. This was planned maybe a month or ago (to my knowledge*) and we decided to go with a Ren Faire theme we made all made a bunch of food put on our most medieval wares and had a gay ol time in the woods.
Little did I know this had been a plan in the making for a much longer time and with many more details*. Almost seemingly last minute my brother decided to tag along too and I didnât think anything of it, we share a lot of mutual friends and he knew at least half of the people going to the camp. It was pretty rare for him to have a Sunday off though. But I just chalked it up to good timing.
We get to camp, we get to setting out food, setting up board games, drinking mead from drinking horns. *chef kiss* it was an amazing outing.
A couple of us brought MTG decks and played a very messy four player free for all game that I was lost soundly at. More or less as soon as I was out, my sweet, stunning, sneaky, girlfriend calls out that she found something cool by the creek and we should all come check it out.
I was secretly hoping that it was Turtles, we have long called the camp site Salamander City because it is super common to come across a Salamander or six in a visit.
We get the the creek and there are no turtles, but there is a very noticeable sword jutting out of a rock super King Arthur style. And like at first I was very ha ha! Who put this sword here?
But when I looked away from the sword to ask the group the love of my life is down on her knee with and I cried near instantaneously and said yes <3
:D <3 <3 I love and adore her sooo much <3
I canât wait to marry this wonderful human being!
Once again, shameless self indulgent fluff that turned out longer than expected.
Raven leaned her head on Koryâs shoulder, lazily observing the ring that adorned her hand. The white diamonds were bold against her tanned skin; its glittery shine nearly matched the glow of the alienâs bright eyes, both flickering in the dull light. The goth peered up at her friend, a smile stretching her lips, âIt suits you.â
Kory grinned back, pressing a kiss right above the gem on her forehead, âThank you. Dick certainly has good taste.â
The demoness glanced up teasingly, âIn rings or in women?â
The princess laughed, the sound booming in the dusk air. She wiped at her eyes, âYes.â
Raven shook her head and took her hand rather than continue talking, studying the thin strand of tungsten that wrapped around her finger. Her pale fingers traced the edge of the band, eyes narrowing in thought.
âKory?â
At the older womanâs hum, Raven asked, âHow well does this hold up with your powers?â She lifted their hands to stare at the ring in the light, a tinge of concern in her voice, âThis is entirely too beautiful to be accidentally melted.â
âI donât wear it when we fight.â Ravenâs gaze flicked to her face in surprise. âItâs far too valuable to me.â Kory looked down at the ring, her smile widening, âBesides, on Tamaran we donât wear jewelry on our fingers; it invites misfortune.â
The teen nodded, âIâd imagine a degloved finger isnât considered lucky.â
Kory chuckled, pulling Raven up with her as she made her way to the elevator, âIt really isnât.â She motioned to the doors, hitting the call button, âHow about we go flying before patrol?â Raven smiled and nodded, gliding next to her.
A few minutes later they flew in comfortable silence, taking in the flickering lights and homebound birds from the clouds. Raven felt the older womanâs curiosity and turned to look at her, one brow raising under the shadow of her hood.
Kory smiled clumsily. She hesitated for a moment, then questioned, âDo Azarathians have any marriage customs? I know you were raised by monks, so marrying wasnât too important to your education. ButâŠâ
The redhead trailed off, the curl of her shoulders inviting the younger girl to answer. Raven ran her tongue over her teeth in thought, diving a few feet lower until her cloak nearly skimmed the rooftops. Kory followed patiently, giddy at the consideration in her teammateâs form.
âRings are sacred on Azarath,â The teenâs voice was low as she spoke, her tone fond and distant. Kory watched as the goth fiddled with the twin bands that constantly adorned her middle fingers before flicking back to her hooded face. âThe monks were abstinent, yes, but the alcolates married and had children, had familiesâŠâ Her amethyst eyes shut for a long second before sliding back open, âWe had betrothal necklaces and, after four circuits of the moons, the matrimonial strands were presented and tied during the ceremony. Although the women were often the ones to carve the necklaces.â
Her pale fingers flexed once, twice. The goth continued, âRings were only for monks. My unique nature allowed myself to actually have rings of my own, whether or not I forever planned to stay a monk.â
She was quiet after that, lost in her memories (as she often was whenever she talked about her home dimension) and Kory didnât bother speaking, filing that information away for later. She briefly thought of Damian and his budding relationship with the goth but threw the idea aside, not wanting to jinx her wishes.
As it turned out, âlaterâ wasnât for another four years, eight months, three weeks, and six days.
Dick had burst into their apartment, a giddy grin on his face as he peppered kisses onto his daughterâs cheek and spun her around. He beamed at his wife, nearly vibrating with excitement, âDamiâs thinking about proposing!â
Kory had paused in preparing the toddlerâs snack, her head tilting to the side in thought. She hummed, making up her mind, then flew over to plant a quick peck on her daughterâs forehead, then kissed her husband (Xâhal, nearly five years and she still wasnât over how amazing that sounded). âI need to talk to Damian. He hasnât bought a ring yet?â
Dick shook his head, âNo, heâs still looking around. Why? Have some ideas?â He waggled his eyebrows at her, spurring Marâi into another fit of giggles and Kory to place an exaggerated smooch to his cheek.
âI have some advice. Iâll be back soon. Have fun you two!â
Damian wasnât all too hard to find, all things considered. The Batman-to-be was brooding next to a gargoyle, staring at her in annoyance as she appeared. She knew why, if the silent zip of his notepad being placed in his utility belt meant anything.
The Tamaranean sat next to him, looking over downtown BlĂŒdhaven as businesses prepared to close for the night. After a moment the young man relaxed (as much as he would allow. He was still on patrol, after all.) and considered her from the corner of his mask.
âGrayson told you.â
Kory hummed, choosing not to answer. Instead she leaned back on her palms, âShe loves you so sheâll say yes. Just donât buy her a ring. Theyâre religiously sacred on Azarath.â
He didnât seem phased by her words, although his back got just a bit straighter at Koryâs positive conviction of his future, âI know.â
âOh?â Kory felt a smile slide on her lips, of course he knew already. âAny idea what youâll ask her with, then?â Damian's shoulders drooped again and he ran a palm over his face, a heavy sigh finally escaping.
He cracked his jaw, eyes narrowing in consideration, âI have a few ideas.â
Kory stared at him for all of ten seconds before she spoke, âWell? Tell me.â
The hero clicked his tongue, âSuperman gave me a fragment of that meteor he destroyed -- the one that wouldâve leveled downtown Shanghai -- and I was going to carve her a necklace.â
The alien perked up at that, her head tilting to the side in thought. Before she could comment, Damian added, âIâve seen manuscripts of her favorite Azarathian poems and Iâm nearly fluent in reading the script...Iâll find a way to incorporate them, somehow.â
He leaned back against the gargoyleâs wings, biting the inside of his cheek, âJonâs offered to let me propose in the Fortress of Solitude and both Pennyworth and Grayson promise theyâll find a way to ensure the library at the Manor is empty.â
Kory chuckled, running a hand through her hair, âShe would like both, maybe the library more than the Fortress.â
âThatâs what I was leaning towards.â Damian reached behind him and felt the scaffold on his back, picking at the palms of his gloves. He looked at Kory as she put a hand on his shoulder, smiling softly at him, âI meant what I said earlier, Damian. Necklace or not, library or not, sheâs going to say yes.â
A tanned finger affectionately poked his cheek, âJust get to it before Dick slips up and tells her himself. As much as I love Cass and Steph I do want another sister, you know.â
Nearly nine weeks to the day from his conversation with Kory, Damian found himself watching Raven in a mix of awe and love as she floated around, her eyes and hands engulfed with her power as she set about fixing the tattered remains of Gotham Park.
Ted Dymer lay sobbing in the back of a police cruiser already headed to the station, the Mad Bomber once again foiled despite his partly successful efforts. The rest of GCPDâs night crew had sectioned off the whole park, assured by the heroine that she would fix the playgrounds and patches of grass as much as she could.
She landed in front of him, a bit winded as she shakily stood. Her violet hair was illuminated by the lazy haze of the streetlights through the bombsâ smoke and her tired eyes shined as she took in her boyfriendâs flutter of emotions.
At the spike of anxiety, she leaned in worriedly, murmuring against his ear, âHabibi? Is everything okay?â
Damian blinked at her then turned around and motioned for the closest officer that still lingered to leave. Raven placed a hand on his shoulder as the squad car drove off, jumping a bit as Damian threw five smoke bombs, surrounding them from prying eyes.
âDamianâŠ?â
He tore off his mask and grabbed her hands, kissing her bare knuckles as his mask fell to the dirt. His emerald gaze was as intense as his emotions and the empath paused, holding his gaze.Â
âMarry me.â
Her eyes widened in surprise, too stunned to speak.
Damian slid his gloves off and kissed her knuckles again, peering up at her over his lashes. He took out his sword, his most prized possession besides the half-demonâs love, and knelt before her, his determined, lovestruck gaze never leaving her own.
âRaven Roth, I love you with everything that I am. Youâre my life, my soul, my angel. And I donât-- I donât have a ring and I donât have a necklace, but would you accept this sword as dowry? Will you be my wife?â
Still stunned, she couldnât breathe as his words repeated over and over in her mind, even as tears began to form and she blinked, feeling them threaten to spill over. A trembling hand rose to cover her heart and she somehow found her voice, âYes, Damian. Yes! Of course -- of course I will! Yes Iâll marry you!â
Her pale fingers intertwined with his along the swordâs hilt.
She giggled happily into their kiss, her dazzling smile as wide as his as they separated and laid their foreheads together. âI love you, Damian Wayne.â
He hummed low in his chest and stole another quick kiss, feeling drunk and giddy and ever in love, âAnd I love you, Raven Roth.â
He kissed her hairline, hearing her coo as she settled down in the crook of his neck, âAnd soon you shall be my wife, Mrs. Wayne.â
Her lips peppered along the curve of his jaw, âAnd soon you shall be my husband, Mr. Wayne.â
Even under the slowly dissipating shroud of smoke, their happiness was not invisible. Not a hundred yards away from them, Nightwing crouched on an apartmentâs rooftop, his excited squeals smothered by a leather jacket. Unphased, the older of the two shook his brotherâs shoulders in excitement, his cheek pressed against the crimson helmet.