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victory_road2016-08-13 02:34 pm
usedlightscreen) wrote in victory_road2016-08-13 02:34 pm
*Backdated to August 7* Action for York and Carolina
[It's the Seventh-Inning Stretch of the Goldenrod Granbulls game. The fans are excited, the Granbulls are up by some amount of points that is a good amount of points to be up in a baseball game.
But there's a pause, before the traditional release of the supposedly bat-shaped balloons. In the dugout, the Granbulls are excited about something. The screen is excited about something, given the romantic sakura petal filter being put over the camera trained on the pitcher's mound and the two people who've come out onto the field. The blond man and the redheaded woman definitely aren't part of the team, even though they're both wearing team colors.
The team has been careful to not let their manager see the field or the screen while they try to convince him to put on the blindfold. North hovers at the edge of the dugout, waiting until York has the blindfold on. His big hands take York's, and he can't help but blow his cover a little, an "easy does it, I've got you." as he helps York out onto the field.
And then, because he might as well, he leans in to kiss York on the cheek and says "Trust us."
He takes York by the hands and leads him carefully out to the pitcher's mound, right in the middle of the field.]
When we were planning out how we were going to do this, we thought: York is too extraordinary for some ordinary, normal stone, and an understated, lowkey setting.
That’s right,
[Comes another familiar voice, Carolina’s, from beside North and York. But their voices aren’t just audible to him, no; they’re speaking into microphones, for the whole stadium to hear, and Carolina is grinning like a conniving little fox.]
He’s not really an understated guy. So we thought to ourselves, let’s get him the biggest diamond we can find.
[she looks so proud of herself for that one.]
[North pulls the blindfold gently off of York's eyes, greeting him with a warm, loving smile and still holding onto one of his hands.]
York.
[He pulls out a ring that matches, York may notice, the rings that North and Carolina are both wearing, and goes down on one knee. Carolina gets down on one knee next to North, reaching up to take his right hand, while North is still holding his left.
They look at each other, and then smile up at York and ask, in practiced unison.]
Will you marry us?
But there's a pause, before the traditional release of the supposedly bat-shaped balloons. In the dugout, the Granbulls are excited about something. The screen is excited about something, given the romantic sakura petal filter being put over the camera trained on the pitcher's mound and the two people who've come out onto the field. The blond man and the redheaded woman definitely aren't part of the team, even though they're both wearing team colors.
The team has been careful to not let their manager see the field or the screen while they try to convince him to put on the blindfold. North hovers at the edge of the dugout, waiting until York has the blindfold on. His big hands take York's, and he can't help but blow his cover a little, an "easy does it, I've got you." as he helps York out onto the field.
And then, because he might as well, he leans in to kiss York on the cheek and says "Trust us."
He takes York by the hands and leads him carefully out to the pitcher's mound, right in the middle of the field.]
When we were planning out how we were going to do this, we thought: York is too extraordinary for some ordinary, normal stone, and an understated, lowkey setting.
That’s right,
[Comes another familiar voice, Carolina’s, from beside North and York. But their voices aren’t just audible to him, no; they’re speaking into microphones, for the whole stadium to hear, and Carolina is grinning like a conniving little fox.]
He’s not really an understated guy. So we thought to ourselves, let’s get him the biggest diamond we can find.
[she looks so proud of herself for that one.]
[North pulls the blindfold gently off of York's eyes, greeting him with a warm, loving smile and still holding onto one of his hands.]
York.
[He pulls out a ring that matches, York may notice, the rings that North and Carolina are both wearing, and goes down on one knee. Carolina gets down on one knee next to North, reaching up to take his right hand, while North is still holding his left.
They look at each other, and then smile up at York and ask, in practiced unison.]
Will you marry us?
[Action]
So he's sure it's all jokes and giggles until he hears North. Until North takes him by the hand to the middle of the field in front of the whole stadium, in front of the cameras. York's not worried, not really, but his heart's pounding and he's pretty sure not a single fiber of him has any clue what's going on.
"Man, what're you doing out here," he starts to whisper, but then there's the slight swell of the ground and the crunch of dust beneath his shoes. They're at the mound, and North is talking, and Carolina, and--
And. What?
...
What?
An incredulous, unaware smile starts in one corner of his mouth and spreads quickly, crinkling the scar at his eye, a wide flash of white teeth, because seriously? Seriously? They're holding his hands and getting dirt all over their knees and that's a ring and they've clearly practiced and this is far and above the most gaudy, sentimental thing he's ever seen either of them do, even counting North's birthday presents for South.
He wants to walk off just for a second so he can get a grip on what's happening, to really root himself in the smell of grass and sweat and summer, to have a second to himself to laugh--but they're holding his hands. The best he can do is glance back at the dugout, at the Granbulls snickering and slinging their arms over one another's shoulders.]
You--you got the 'Bulls in on it? What, did you offer my boss a bride-price, is he expecting an exchange of Gogoats for my hand?
[He turns the thousand-watt grin on North and Carolina again, though there's that mischievous twinkle. He leans towards them so the mic can pick him up, too.
In the back of his mind, he remembers sneaking around on the Mother of Invention. Remembers the lies, however transparent, he had to tell for so long.
His drawl is laced with unvoiced--for now--laughter.]
I really should say no. I mean, what would you do, try renting out a blimp after that? The entire radio station? I can't believe you guys.
[But he kneels, too. York doesn't go for the ring, not yet, but puts his arms around both North's and Carolina's shoulders, pulls them in so all three of their heads can rest together. He hugs them tight, though his voice stays light, stays easy, doesn't betray the fullness of his heart, the flowing-over of it.
Will he marry them?
Do bears shit in the woods? He starts laughing, not letting either of them go.]
Yeah. Sure, let's do it, sounds like fun! You oughta know ahead of time, though, white is not my color.