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Aug. 18th, 2020 02:21 pmBeing engaged feels weird.
Well, no, it doesn't feel weird, but it does make David feel as if he's finally skipped ahead to the part of his life that's meant to make sense. Which is the weird part, since he's living in a magic city and is friends with people from movies, like the actual fictional characters, and his store is on a ley line, and his sister and best friend aren't here, so none of it truly makes sense.
But he has the store. And he has Patrick. And he actually has friends. Now those friends need to be told that they're about to be dragged into the most amazing wedding planning this city has ever seen. Not to mention the most amazing wedding. They're going to be involved, they have to be involved. They really have no choice in the matter.
He's in a good mood -- obviously he's in a good mood, he's engaged and he's had engaged person sex recently -- and so he's wearing a pleased, thin-lipped smile when the door of the store opens, a musical little bell tinkling overhead.
"Hi," he says, that smile growing wider. As wide as his smiles ever really get. Maybe he purposely flashes his left hand with the gold rings having taken place of the silver. Maybe he wants someone else to be the first to start the conversation.
Well, no, it doesn't feel weird, but it does make David feel as if he's finally skipped ahead to the part of his life that's meant to make sense. Which is the weird part, since he's living in a magic city and is friends with people from movies, like the actual fictional characters, and his store is on a ley line, and his sister and best friend aren't here, so none of it truly makes sense.
But he has the store. And he has Patrick. And he actually has friends. Now those friends need to be told that they're about to be dragged into the most amazing wedding planning this city has ever seen. Not to mention the most amazing wedding. They're going to be involved, they have to be involved. They really have no choice in the matter.
He's in a good mood -- obviously he's in a good mood, he's engaged and he's had engaged person sex recently -- and so he's wearing a pleased, thin-lipped smile when the door of the store opens, a musical little bell tinkling overhead.
"Hi," he says, that smile growing wider. As wide as his smiles ever really get. Maybe he purposely flashes his left hand with the gold rings having taken place of the silver. Maybe he wants someone else to be the first to start the conversation.
