reply with character you wanna tag, either write a starter or let me know if you want me to do it, then all the winter fun 'w' my (outdated) muselist is here, though if you know i play a character that's not on there, go for it!
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[No, bad answer. Quick, recovery.] Hey, I just needed to know. [In a way Vanille couldn't cover up easily.] 'Cause maybe some year I'll want to give you something special, and I don't want you goin' and ruining the surprise.
[Vanille gets a poke in return, to punctuate 'surprise.' Vanille tended to be the better of the two at gift giving, so if Fang was going to go all out, she couldn't have someone peeking.]
[nice save, Fang. Vanille was about to get offended, but her eyes widen in pleasant surprise once she hears what Fang has to say. at this point, she's already forgotten the harmless prank (despite the evidence still lingering in her hair and on the floor).]
You got me something this year?!
[the way she accentuates "something" makes it clear that, while she's always been fine with Fang's usual gifts, this year's present might be different.]
Do I really have to wait, then? It's basically torture otherwise!
[the excitement visibly, absolutely falters for a bit. FANG, HOW COULD YOU GET HER HOPES UP LIKE THAT, ONLY TO DASH THEM SO EXPERTLY. but it's only temporary, for she soon breathes a sigh of relief—whether it's mocking or genuine is for Fang to decipher.
and then. and then.]
The window? [with equal parts shock and giddiness, like she's a five-year-old getting the newest gadget that'll make her the envy of even the middle schoolers:] Fang, what in the world have you gotten?!
[Fang shoots the shorter woman a Look as she shrugs on her coat.]
Oh, sure, 'cause I'm just gonna tell you after all this effort.
[She grabs her keys and calls behind her on the way out:] Now hurry up and deal with the screen if you want this thing. Sure as hell not opening it out in the cold.
[she almost frantically scrambles over to the window; with a bit of a struggle (and a fitting bit of groaning and grumbling to go with it), she eventually plies the screen off. leaning out the window and hollering—as well as trying to see if she can spot the mystery gift because holy shit what is it going to be:]
[Fang doesn't come into view for another good minute (did Vanille have any idea how hard it was to hide this thing?), and true to her word, the box was massive, if wider than the door by only a few inches, and a little more than three feet tall. There's no bow, though neatly (read: painstakingly) wrapped, and when Fang passed it to Vanille through the window, couldn't have weighed more than ten pounds.]
[... no wonder it wasn't among the presents under the tree this year; those ones might as well have been decoys, for all the grandeur that has gone into this one. Vanille is speechless as Fang hands the package over to her—for a fleeting second, she is tempted to shake it—which she clumsily heaves onto the floor of their living room. once it's situated, she hurries over to open the door again, waiting, buzzing with anticipation for Fang to come back through.]
[Vanille's reactions made all the effort, all the planning, so very worth it. This was adorable.]
[Being the smartass she was, Fang simply hops through the window as the other rushes around to the door. After shutting it, Fang pulls out a chair, sitting on it backwards, leans against the back and smiles at Vanille.]
[... of course she would, wouldn't she? Vanille jumps a little when she hears Fang's light landing on the wooden floor, then shuts the door again and turns around in one fluid motion. like a hummingbird that's even more restless than normal, she flits her way back over to Fang's for-the-moment throne. her mouth hangs agape for a couple of seconds before she manages to blurt out, her voice a half-octave higher than it usually is:]
[Not chuckling proved to be more difficult than she thought, and the corner of Fang's smile turns up more into a smirk. Where to begin, indeed. But she'd humor the girl. Fang nods at the box.]
You could start with the wrapping. Not much other choice, yeah?
[...Vanille was going to kill her when opening the massive present resulted in four other large giftboxes, each a different color.]
[she rolls her eyes a little at that, a cheeky sigh of indignation accompanying it.]
It was a rhetorical question.
[the glee temporarily comes back as she starts undoing the wrapping paper (delicately, of course; while Fang might be more prone to ripping it open, Vanille is a little more ), then starts to fade again once she realizes what Fang has done. w h y are there so many boxes... she thought this only happened in sitcoms!]
[She can't keep from laughing in face of the admonishment, though this time it was more at herself than Vanille's antics. Fang knew what she was getting into when the idea first struck her, but this was all so very worth it. ...She hoped, at least.]
I went to every length to make sure you weren't gonna go spoil this for yourself. [This... sure was a several month project. And very, very difficult to keep quiet. Fang settles her chin on her arms, since this'll probably take a couple minutes.]
It's not as bad as it looks; promise. There's a secret to it. What color was that stuffed [chocobo] bird you made me, all those years ago?
[It might sound like an unrelated question, but each of the large boxes were all different colors. Of course, there were more boxes within the large ones, this time with patterned wrapping paper.]
[even in the face of her frustration, Vanille can't help but feel a strong surge of fondness for Fang. the amount of effort she'd had to put forth to keep this a secret from Vanille must have been enormous, and how could she not love that?
when Fang gives her the tip, she pauses in the middle of her search, her expression a mix of equal parts shock and joy. that had been so long ago... she's touched by the mere mention of the old memory.]
I can't believe you actually remember Chocomii!
[... she hadn't been very creative with names when she was younger. with the nostalgic hint in mind, she returns to digging through the pile for boxes with any hint on yellow on them, tossing bows and lids aside in her now-energetic search.]
[Between Vanille's enthusiasm and the nostalgia of the small toy, a very affectionate smile makes its way onto Fang's face.]
How could I ever forget him, more like. I loved the little guy. [Fang really had; if she was a more materialistic person, she'd probably still have it. Instead, she'd given it as a parting gift to one of the younger kids she was fond of the day she let the orphanage.]
[She waits patiently as Vanille locates the correct box and opens it. There are, of course, smaller boxes in it, though they were no longer uniformly shaped; it was difficult to find so many boxes that fit together just right.]
And where were we when you first kissed me?
[Instead of solid colors, the wrapping paper of these four boxes had patterns on them, like a film reel or ocean waves, associated with some kind of location.]
[when will the madness end? Vanille's hands are actually starting to get a little sore from all the gift wrap ripping and lid lifting; Fang better have an amazing gift lined up to make up for all the paper cuts that her girlfriend is getting in the process.]
My god, Fang, how long did this take you?
[... the ever-widening smile on her face should tell Fang that she doesn't really mind it, though. gone are all the hints of annoyance with all the memories Fang's efforts have brought surging back. Vanille picks up the box with a mix of green grass interspersed with strips of aquamarine, turning it around fondly in her hands.]
I'm guessing this is supposed to represent Sunleth Fields. I'll never forget.
[How long? Fang actually lets her head bow a little at that, laughing softly under her breath.] Really rather not admit that. [It's been a hell of several-month process, and due to the secrecy involved, meant a lot of odd hours and skipped lunch breaks.]
[And the wrapping paper. So much paper. At least Fang came out of this ordeal an excellent giftwrapper.]
[She looks up, still smiling, as Vanille picks up the correct box. Fang stands from her chair while the other's busy cherishing the memory and settles behind her, wrapping her arms loosely around her girlfriend's waist and setting her chin on Vanille's shoulder.] Neither will I.
[The boxes are much more averagely sized now, and if the rattling is any indication, there's still more to go. Fang wouldn't have gone to all this trouble if she didn't think the gift was worth it, if because she knew Vanille would never let her live it down otherwise. Still, that didn't stop the little twinge of nervousness. Inside were yet more patterned boxes, if only three small ones this time to conserve space.]
And where was our first date? The first official one. [Considering that many of their acquaintances would argue that they were involved before either of them acknowledged it.]
[in response to the first comment, Vanille huffs; if only she'd known what that entailed, her girlfriend would be on the receiving end of a classic redheaded pout... but the hug is enough to placate her for now. damn Fang for knowing exactly how to get to Vanille. she pokes the other's cheek for emphasis, then plants a quick kiss at the same spot before returning to her task.
as she picks up the box dotted with tiny yellow birds and sheep adorning it, she can't help but laugh. she holds it to her ear and gives it a little shake... she must be getting closer! she'll most definitely be saving the paper on this one, and probably ask Fang where she got it so that she could use it to wrap every single present she'll give from here on out.]
Nautilus, of course. Who doesn't go there for a first date?
[Who doesn't, indeed. She had been worried the crowed and constant jostling and hellish lines would ruin the experience.] Damn place was so packed, I'm surprised it didn't sink.
[Fang lays a peck on Vanille's shoulder in response, before her grin returns as her girlfriend reveals four baseball-sized boxes, each wrapped in a dark jewel-toned color.]
Last one; promise. [Then she moves to let her mouth hover by Vanille's ear, murmuring:] What color was my dress, the night we first slept together?
[normally, Fang's romantic antics would be enough to distract Vanille, who would have abandoned what she was doing in order to surrender herself to the older woman. but not now; she's invested in this venture, especially so close to the end. besides, who's to say they won't do so anyway once she's opened the final box?]
I know how much you love your blues and purples, [she says, as she runs her fingers over the boxes of the corresponding colors, before picking up the one she knew to be right,] but that night, it was the deepest green, the same as your eyes.
[briefly raising one hand to caress Fang's cheek, she then starts to undo the wrapping and lifts the box. inside, she finds...]
You always remember everything. [Fang presses her lips briefly to Vanille's neck, glad she hadn't given in. They're both invested in this, and Fang certainly wasn't going to let it be interrupted after she was practically harassed into breaking out that giant box almost a week early.]
[Okay, she lied; there was one more box. A tiny velvet one.]
[She'd been holding Vanille loosely on the off-chance that the pounding of her heart would give her away. Fang releases her hold to pick up the small box, holding it up for Vanille.] And I hope asking you to marry me's gonna be just as memorable.
[The box isn't opening. Right. That's the hinge side. Fang turns it in her hands to face the right way, that small fumble and her rambling being her only outward signs of nerves, and she reveals a simple opal band.] Yeah, it's not traditional, but I know how you love to work with animals and plants. Didn't want it to ever snag on anything.
[for a few seconds, Vanille's eyes are wide and full of shock, as if she's temporarily incapable of comprehending the final box's contents. she spends what feels like an eternity—but only about thirty seconds in reality—shifting back her gaze back and forth between the bracelet and her girlfriend's face, turning the most brilliant shade of red she's been since the two of them had made their relationship official.]
[if Fang is all about keeping her cool under pressure, Vanille is the complete opposite, letting her emotions take full rein. her hands fly up to her face, pressing against her cheeks in shock, as tears begin to well up in her eyes. unlike the usual ones brought about by her occasional bouts of anxiety, though, these are the result of joy and love. she then grasps both of Fang's wrists, being particularly careful about keeping the bracelet that represents their bond safe, before throwing her arms around the love of her life.]
Yes, yes, of course, you idiot—oh my god, I can't... I love you, you know that?
[That thirty seconds didn't feel like a small eternity to just Vanille; it's difficult to remain still, to be patient, to not prompt her for an answer before she says it. Vanille's always been a very reactive person. Even if that's nothing new, it certainly didn't calm Fang any.]
[(She's confident. Fang wouldn't have proposed if she wasn't entirely, 100% sure. But this was Vanille, who hid how she felt under masks of smiles and fibs, and let anxiety and doubt sow ideas in her mind. What if Fang wasn't as good at reading her as she thought? What if marriage was too much for her? What if it scared her away? Fang's confident, but that didn't shut out a little nagging worry.)]
[But eventually Vanille was doing her best to crush the breath out of Fang, and she breaths a relieved laugh and tightly returns the embrace, no longer caring if her girlfriend—her fiancée—felt her rapid pulse. The weak insult makes her laugh again.]
I might have some idea. [Fang starts rubbing Vanille's back where her free hand rested.] Now you get why I wanted you to wait 'til the 25th? Thought you'd like something corny like that.
[Then she kisses Vanille's temple, and murmurs into her hair.] I love you.
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[No, bad answer. Quick, recovery.] Hey, I just needed to know. [In a way Vanille couldn't cover up easily.] 'Cause maybe some year I'll want to give you something special, and I don't want you goin' and ruining the surprise.
[Vanille gets a poke in return, to punctuate 'surprise.' Vanille tended to be the better of the two at gift giving, so if Fang was going to go all out, she couldn't have someone peeking.]
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You got me something this year?!
[the way she accentuates "something" makes it clear that, while she's always been fine with Fang's usual gifts, this year's present might be different.]
Do I really have to wait, then? It's basically torture otherwise!
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[Fang goes quiet, mulling it over for a long time. Vanille just looks so excited, but Fang was expecting another five whole days to prep.]
[...Oh, what the hell. Less than a week wouldn't make a difference anyway. The airhorns probably drove the lesson home, anyway.]
...Fine. But just this once, you hear?
[And she releases the embrace, going for her coat. She pauses on the way.]
Oh, and I need you to take the screen off the window while I go get it. It's not gonna fit through the door.
[Because Fang is a normal person.]
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and then. and then.]
The window? [with equal parts shock and giddiness, like she's a five-year-old getting the newest gadget that'll make her the envy of even the middle schoolers:] Fang, what in the world have you gotten?!
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Oh, sure, 'cause I'm just gonna tell you after all this effort.
[She grabs her keys and calls behind her on the way out:] Now hurry up and deal with the screen if you want this thing. Sure as hell not opening it out in the cold.
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[she almost frantically scrambles over to the window; with a bit of a struggle (and a fitting bit of groaning and grumbling to go with it), she eventually plies the screen off. leaning out the window and hollering—as well as trying to see if she can spot the mystery gift because holy shit what is it going to be:]
All right, it's off!
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[Being the smartass she was, Fang simply hops through the window as the other rushes around to the door. After shutting it, Fang pulls out a chair, sitting on it backwards, leans against the back and smiles at Vanille.]
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Where do I even begin?
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You could start with the wrapping. Not much other choice, yeah?
[...Vanille was going to kill her when opening the massive present resulted in four other large giftboxes, each a different color.]
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It was a rhetorical question.
[the glee temporarily comes back as she starts undoing the wrapping paper (delicately, of course; while Fang might be more prone to ripping it open, Vanille is a little more ), then starts to fade again once she realizes what Fang has done. w h y are there so many boxes... she thought this only happened in sitcoms!]
Oh my god, you didn't do this! You're so mean!
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I went to every length to make sure you weren't gonna go spoil this for yourself. [This... sure was a several month project. And very, very difficult to keep quiet. Fang settles her chin on her arms, since this'll probably take a couple minutes.]
It's not as bad as it looks; promise. There's a secret to it. What color was that stuffed [
chocobo] bird you made me, all those years ago?[It might sound like an unrelated question, but each of the large boxes were all different colors. Of course, there were more boxes within the large ones, this time with patterned wrapping paper.]
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when Fang gives her the tip, she pauses in the middle of her search, her expression a mix of equal parts shock and joy. that had been so long ago... she's touched by the mere mention of the old memory.]
I can't believe you actually remember Chocomii!
[... she hadn't been very creative with names when she was younger. with the nostalgic hint in mind, she returns to digging through the pile for boxes with any hint on yellow on them, tossing bows and lids aside in her now-energetic search.]
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How could I ever forget him, more like. I loved the little guy. [Fang really had; if she was a more materialistic person, she'd probably still have it. Instead, she'd given it as a parting gift to one of the younger kids she was fond of the day she let the orphanage.]
[She waits patiently as Vanille locates the correct box and opens it. There are, of course, smaller boxes in it, though they were no longer uniformly shaped; it was difficult to find so many boxes that fit together just right.]
And where were we when you first kissed me?
[Instead of solid colors, the wrapping paper of these four boxes had patterns on them, like a film reel or ocean waves, associated with some kind of location.]
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My god, Fang, how long did this take you?
[... the ever-widening smile on her face should tell Fang that she doesn't really mind it, though. gone are all the hints of annoyance with all the memories Fang's efforts have brought surging back. Vanille picks up the box with a mix of green grass interspersed with strips of aquamarine, turning it around fondly in her hands.]
I'm guessing this is supposed to represent Sunleth Fields. I'll never forget.
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[And the wrapping paper. So much paper. At least Fang came out of this ordeal an excellent giftwrapper.]
[She looks up, still smiling, as Vanille picks up the correct box. Fang stands from her chair while the other's busy cherishing the memory and settles behind her, wrapping her arms loosely around her girlfriend's waist and setting her chin on Vanille's shoulder.] Neither will I.
[The boxes are much more averagely sized now, and if the rattling is any indication, there's still more to go. Fang wouldn't have gone to all this trouble if she didn't think the gift was worth it, if because she knew Vanille would never let her live it down otherwise. Still, that didn't stop the little twinge of nervousness. Inside were yet more patterned boxes, if only three small ones this time to conserve space.]
And where was our first date? The first official one. [Considering that many of their acquaintances would argue that they were involved before either of them acknowledged it.]
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as she picks up the box dotted with tiny yellow birds and sheep adorning it, she can't help but laugh. she holds it to her ear and gives it a little shake... she must be getting closer! she'll most definitely be saving the paper on this one, and probably ask Fang where she got it so that she could use it to wrap every single present she'll give from here on out.]
Nautilus, of course. Who doesn't go there for a first date?
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[Fang lays a peck on Vanille's shoulder in response, before her grin returns as her girlfriend reveals four baseball-sized boxes, each wrapped in a dark jewel-toned color.]
Last one; promise. [Then she moves to let her mouth hover by Vanille's ear, murmuring:] What color was my dress, the night we first slept together?
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I know how much you love your blues and purples, [she says, as she runs her fingers over the boxes of the corresponding colors, before picking up the one she knew to be right,] but that night, it was the deepest green, the same as your eyes.
[briefly raising one hand to caress Fang's cheek, she then starts to undo the wrapping and lifts the box. inside, she finds...]
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[Okay, she lied; there was one more box. A tiny velvet one.]
[She'd been holding Vanille loosely on the off-chance that the pounding of her heart would give her away. Fang releases her hold to pick up the small box, holding it up for Vanille.] And I hope asking you to marry me's gonna be just as memorable.
[The box isn't opening. Right. That's the hinge side. Fang turns it in her hands to face the right way, that small fumble and her rambling being her only outward signs of nerves, and she reveals a simple opal band.] Yeah, it's not traditional, but I know how you love to work with animals and plants. Didn't want it to ever snag on anything.
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and then she sees it. and she doesn't think anything could have prepared her for it.]
Oh, my god.
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I—you—what?!
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Yes, yes, of course, you idiot—oh my god, I can't... I love you, you know that?
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[(She's confident. Fang wouldn't have proposed if she wasn't entirely, 100% sure. But this was Vanille, who hid how she felt under masks of smiles and fibs, and let anxiety and doubt sow ideas in her mind. What if Fang wasn't as good at reading her as she thought? What if marriage was too much for her? What if it scared her away? Fang's confident, but that didn't shut out a little nagging worry.)]
[But eventually Vanille was doing her best to crush the breath out of Fang, and she breaths a relieved laugh and tightly returns the embrace, no longer caring if her girlfriend—her fiancée—felt her rapid pulse. The weak insult makes her laugh again.]
I might have some idea. [Fang starts rubbing Vanille's back where her free hand rested.] Now you get why I wanted you to wait 'til the 25th? Thought you'd like something corny like that.
[Then she kisses Vanille's temple, and murmurs into her hair.] I love you.
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takes care of the nsfw one before leaving for work...
good life decisions all around
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forgive me I have absolutely no idea how to write this
you're doing fine <3 also i suddenly fell asleep last night whoops
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