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Post by blaise on Jan 6, 2011 18:23:51 GMT -8
 nothing ever lasts forever After much coaxing, Blaise had managed to get Grace onto an airplane and headed towards Hawaii. She was silent for most of the way, but Blaise could hardly contain his excitement. Of course, he had insider information on what was to happen in this trip. Only he knew that he’d be proposing to her. Every time he thought of it, he had to force himself to hide the smile and sit still. By the time they’d landed, it seemed that Grace was even less impressed with the whole thing than she was when they’d taken off from DFW. Nonetheless, Blaise felt he had enough excitement for the both of them for her lack of enthusiasm to not matter. The drive to the hotel had started off quiet, almost tense; as if she was really mad that he’d dragged her away from her job for a few days. Glancing at her from the side of his view he thought to himself,
You’re angry with me now, but I really hope you’ll forgive me in a few hours.
Pulling into the hotel’s driveway, they were met by valet’s ready to take their bags and show them to their room.
Blaise followed them, with an arm around Grace (maybe he thought if he held her tight enough she wouldn’t run away). Accepting a room key from one of the bell hops he opened the door to their room and led her in. The view was amazing. The farthest wall was all windows and it faced the ocean. From where they stood, they could see the white sandy beaches and clear blue ocean. Plopping down on one of the beds he sighed and smiled at Grace,
It’s beautiful here, isn’t it? Just think, you get to relax for the next three days in this paradise. Anything you want, I’ll get. But for now, let’s go walk on the beach.
Grace tried to argue it, but he simply grabbed her hand and headed towards the exit. He was now on a mission, and there’s nothing the small, white, American, angry pregnant woman could do to deter him from his path.
Determination was one of his better personality traits.
Once on the beach, Blaise tried to raise her mood a little by pointing out small things, but he knew she was terribly worried that people were staring at her, a pregnant woman, walking on the beach with him. But he didn’t even notice any one around; the only one his mind was focused on was Grace. As they walked he looked down at the sand and said,
Grace, how much do you love me?
character;; BLAISE
word count;; O.438
reservations;; GRACE
notes;; DON’T TRY TO FIGHT THE MEXICAN, GRACE
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Post by gracemoselle on Jan 7, 2011 23:57:38 GMT -8
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She didn't like this, not one bit. Leaning against the window and staring out at the clouds underneath them, she just sighed loudly (making sure that he could hear) at the whole situation. She was making that quite evident, and even someone who was blind would be able to tell that she was pissed off. Blaise wasn't blind, not by a long shot, but he seemed to ignore the fact thats he wanted to push him off a cliff right now for dragging her out of town. Actually, no, not just out of town, but out of state. Which she really wasn't that happy about. Running her fingers through the end of her brunette curls, she pretty much glared out the window as the plane landed and as he started the drive to where they were staying.
He lead her in to the hotel with his arm around her, she leaned in to his familiar touch and just sighed once more. Trudging in to their room after him, she just looked out blankly at the ocean and beaches. She smiled slightly as he flopped down on one of the beds, still staring outside for a moment. Normally she would have been ecstatic to be in such a beautiful place, taking advantage of the beach and ocean. After having the fastest metabolism for all these years and being stick thin, the whole pregnancy thing wasn't sitting well with her. It wasn't the concept of being pregnant, she liked that idea- but the weight gain that went with it wasn't something she was happy about. Right now she felt like a whale.
She went to comment back on how beautiful it was until he suggested a walk. That's whens he spun around and began to argue with him, but of course he won that battle and lead her out hand in hand. Biting her lower lip slightly as they made their way across the soft white sand, she looked around at the crowds of people who seemed to chat amongst each other. They weren't looking at her, the thought made her relax slightly, but she still felt ridiculous walking along feeling like she was five hundred pounds. Looking up at Blaise as he spoke once more, her expression turned curious at his comment.
"Well, even though you dragged me out here while I look like I'm about five hundred pounds, and dragged me off from my job for however long we're here. I do love you quite a lot, I have to say," she squeezed his hand gently, returning her glance do the sand at her feet before his face once more. "Why?"
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RESERVED FOR--ashie and blaise <33
WORD COUNT--idk // complete
NOTES-- ohemgee
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Post by blaise on Jan 12, 2011 19:12:03 GMT -8
nothing ever lasts forever Blaise could feel the tension that was pent up in Grace’s body as they walked along the beach. Through this, he knew that she was unhappy with what he was doing and that she was rather worried that people would be staring at her, and this saddened him. Clearly she’d never get over the social ‘norms’ that she’d been brainwashed into accepting, regardless of what he did to prove to her that he didn’t care if she was stick thin or six hundred pounds. He’d hoped that through such actions as carelessly walking on the beach with his pregnant girlfriend (soon to be fiancé) in tow with so little as a second thought or doubt that people’d give them strange looks, that Grace would soon see what he saw. To Blaise, he did not see the excess weight that’d been gained through the joys of pregnancy, he only saw her glowing skin, the personality he’d fallen in love with, and the woman he wanted to marry.
Nothing more, and nothing less.
As they walked, Blaise watched her out of the corner of his eye as she contemplated what to answer to his question. Naturally, she was suspicious. After all, he had dragged her out of her safe home in the middle of winter away from her job to spend a weekend with him in Hawaii. He’d be suspicious of his intentions if he too did not know what he was doing. But the ring that sat in his pocket, just waiting for its moment to shine reminded him of why he was silently putting up with her bad attitude without a single frown or spiteful word returned to her desire to argue with him. He’d spent a lot of time thinking about what he’d wanted to do with his life with Grace. Always the final answer had been marriage, but he’d never been sure as to how soon. Was two years together too soon? What about five? ten? He’d never really paid attention to the subtleties of relationships, this was the first time he’d been forced to reckon with an intense desire to spend the rest of his life with someone.
In the end, her pregnancy had simply been a catalyst for his final decision.
Having grown up in a completely different culture than the one Grace’d been raised in, Blaise simply refused to remain with the woman who gave him a son (or daughter) and not be married to her. He felt that through marriage, he’d be able to support his child and the mother of his child easier. Coming from a family where his father was a figure that should have spent more time in his life, and a great adoration for his deceased mother, Blaise wanted to ensure the safety and health of his child. At Grace’s answer, Blaise smiled. He had suspected she’d answer that way (and that’s how he wanted her to answer). Letting his arm fall from around her waist, his freed hand reached into his pocket as he increased his stride so much so that he could turn around in front of her and stop her. Holding out the black velvet box, he flicked it open and said,
Then will you marry me, Grace Moselle?
He didn’t believe in tradition, did he?
character;; BLAISE
word count;; O.549
reservations;; GRACE~
notes;; eeeeeee ♥
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Post by gracemoselle on Jan 13, 2011 14:25:35 GMT -8
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It was beautiful, she had to give him that. But no matter how hard she tried to figure out his antics for this decision, she just couldn't. Nothing really made sense, and that's what worried her and made her even more suspicious. She trusted him, but the random vacation had to deliver some sort of news. Grace was beginning to wonder that if it was something that she wasn't going to want to hear. Biting her lower lip in thought, she just couldn't see Blaise doing anything like that. Shaking her head to herself, she really needed to stop thinking about it- the more she thought, the more far-fetched ideas she came up with that weren't true.
Silence fell over them again after she answered their question, and she just stared out in front of her at the blue ocean that lapped up at the white sandy shores. Running her fingers through the brunette ringlets with one hand, she glanced over at Blaise who suddenly removed his arm from around her and walked up a head of her. "Blaise, what are you do-" she cut herself off and stopped in her tracks as he stood in front of her with a black velvet box, flicking it open. Standing there with her mouth open slightly, she gawked down at the ring and then back up at him. He wanted... to marry her? The question sat in her mind for a long time, and she felt like a total idiot standing there dumbfounded.
"You want t-to marry... me?" She finally stuttered, then realized that she hadn't even answered his question yet. Laughing quietly under her breath, more so from the shock than anything she beamed up at him with tears building in the corners of her eyes. "Yes. Of course I'll marry you, Blaise,"
[/b] she murmured, taking a step closer to him. Taking in a deep, shaky breath, she was still dazed at the question. " I just... wow," she mumbled, rubbing her face. "But... me? Really?" Shock sat heavy in her stomach, not being able to swallow the concept. When they had first met, marriage was something that she never would have imagined. For all of her life she had found that commitment something that absolutely terrified her. Being tied down like that to someone... the thought hadn't set well with her (but then again, Jace wasn't one for marriage either). But the more time she spent with Blaise, and the more she thought about it- she did want to marry him, she had no fear at the idea of spending the rest of her life with him. Looking up at him once more, a bigger smile spread across her face with tears still in her eyes that had yet to fall. [/blockquote][/size][/color][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - -
RESERVED FOR--ashie and blaise <33
WORD COUNT--idk // complete
NOTES-- my baby is getting mariiiedd~ she's all grown up ;_;
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