Bali H'ai, Friday Night: a beachside restaurant, then places more secluded

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It's Friday, which means no work and there's that trip up the mountain tonight. It's also Xander's anniversary, which means as cool as the volcano might be -- you'd hope -- the rest of Fandom can enjoy trekking up it in this decidedly not-cool weather without them.

"That was good," Xander says as the door closes behind them and they scuff out into the sand. "Different, but good."

[OOC: For the B-word-person, early posty for late worky, then SP for great... late worky.]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"It's an invisible thing?" replies a confused Bridge, since he sees no thing.

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"No, it's a thing in my pocket. So it's unvisible, I guess. But I mean the thing about the thing. The thing about the thing is, it's an only if you want it thing."

Xander's fingers tighten on the velvet bag in his pocket.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"If it's a thing from *you*, then I don't see why it'd be a thing I wouldn't want..." Bridge replies, still a little confused.

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"I don't know." Why does it seem like the surf that's lapping gently at his ankles is also roaring in his ears?

"I mean, you're only eighteen or three or nineteen or a hundred or whatever--" Once the words start rolling out of his mouth, it's like he is eighteen again, with the complete lack of an off-switch or speed-control. "--and you've got this whole career thing ahead of you and maybe it's too soon or something, but the thing is, my thing is, that for the first time in my life I do know what I want. Now, later, whenever, it's not gonna change."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"And what's that?" Bridge asks quietly.

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What do you know, Xander's hand isn't actually trapped in his pocket forever. He pulls it out, along with the thing it contains, and holds it out to Bridge.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Which wasn't something Bridge was expecting at all, because a bag like that is a this-contains-jewelry kind of bag, and aside from the dogtags, jewelry isn't really a typical present when it comes to the two of them.

He takes the bag in one hand, his other hand letting go of Xander's so he can actually pull open the drawstring. And pull out the ring attached to a chain that the bag contains.

The ring that looks awfully familiar. He frowns a bit, trying to place where he'd seen it (http://soldtoarmenians.livejournal.com/60825.html)- or one like it, anyway- before.

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"It used to be a lot smaller," Xander says helpfully. "And I now owe Isabel like, five million lattes."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"You-" and *then* it hits him, where he knows this from. The first time he'd been a kid for the weekend, the time when both of them had- the time they'd- Oh.

Oh.

"Is this- is your thing the thing that I think it is?" Bridge asks.

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And now the sound of the ocean's like a tidal wave, like he's under it and it's crashing on his head. "We can wait as long as you want, if you do. Want. Seems like you always had to wait for me to make up my mind; only fair I take a turn. But... " Breathe, dummy. There isn't really water in your lungs. "Yeah. You asked me once how I'd feel about being a Carson. That offer still open?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Bridge says emphatically. "Yes, yes, absolutely yes it's still open. And I *do* want. More than anything. Just... yes. Please."

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"So... that's my thing. Well, it's your thing, if you---" Give him a break; he's on a roll and his brains just got washed away in a freak imaginary tsunami accident. "--yes?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Bridge repeats for good measure. And, okay, his eyes are watering a little (okay, a lot) and he blinks rapidly in an attempt to clear his vision before leaning in to offer a rather enthusiastic kiss to seal the deal.

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"Mmmmpgh." Which is being-enthusiastically-kissed-language for "Good."

"Really. Really--" And here he thought his talking problems would stop once he got the proposal out. "--Good."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge's eyes are still all watery when he pulls back just far enough to uncurl the hand still clutching the chain and slip it on over his head.

And then he's looking back up at Xander, kind of unsure about what he should *say* but grinning the kind of grin that's high enough in wattage it could possibly provide enough electricity for all of Fandom for a year. Maybe two.

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The only reason Xander's eyes aren't glistening is because one of them is behind a patch so there's a whole singular vs. plural thing there. So yeah.

"Really really good because now your anniversary present is an anniversary present instead of an uncomfortable and kind of awkward reminder that I'm an idiot every time I sit down for the next week or so."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Huh?" and now Bridge is just confused, because what did the ring have to do with Xander's ability to sit down?

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Xander points at Bridge's neck. "That's not your anniversary present. That's an engagement ring."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I don't know, I'd consider getting engaged to the man I love more than anything a pretty awesome anniversary present, personally." Bridge replies.

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"Should I take back the other one? That could get complicated."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I- no!" Bridge says, wide-eyed. "But, I mean, I didn't- I don't have anything for you," he finishes lamely. Well, he'd paid for dinner, but that's hardly the same thing.

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"Seriously? Okay fine, then, you're not my boyfriend anymore."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge opens his mouth and *attempts* to reply to that, but all that comes out is a startled squeak.

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Xander just points to the ring.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Oh. *Right*," and now Bridge is grinning in full force again.