Favorite Tragic Couples
- Damon/Katherine - Vampire Diaries
- Spike and Buffy - Buffy the Vampire Slayer
- Mitchell/Annie - Being Human
- Dean/Jo - Supernatural
“If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be;… - Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
Claire dragged her feet up the stairs, pulling her bag behind her. Myrnin had had her working all day, calling her up at just 5am, telling her to “get her rear end down to his lab, there is an emergency.”
Myrnin’s emergencies, and any other person on the world’s emergencies are completely different. Although, they do amuse her. Today, he wanted to paint his ceiling.
Yep. A definite emergency. But it was in her job description to do as Myrnin asked.
A gorgeous aroma wafted up to Claire and her belly rumbled. She hadn’t stopped to eat today. She inhaled deeply, and finished ascending the stairs.
She pushed through her door, shut it, and threw her bag onto her bed. She grabbed a change of clothes and went to the bathroom for a quick shower.
And quick it was. She only partially dried herself, making her clothes stick to her as she tried to put them on. She tried saving time, but only resolved into wasting more. After struggling for a few moments, she managed to get her top and jeans on.
She opened the door, to find rose petals on the floor.
She looked around, but couldn’t see anyone. The rose’s led off in a trail towards the stairs. She looked around once more, and followed the path.
It led her downstairs, and through the living room to the dining table.
She gasped in surprise and her hand flew to her mouth, as she saw the table. It was set up for dinner. Complete with candles and a huge bouquet of flowers.
She hesitatingly took a couple of steps forward. Her heart beating fast at the romantic gesture laid out in front of her. As she reached the table it went dark.
She felt a pair of warm hands over her eyes. Soft and gentle. She felt herself smile as she reached up and put her hands over Shane’s. She gently pulled them down, and turned to face him.
His face was lit up with a huge grin. “Surprised?” He asked.
Claire reached up and kissed him gently on the cheek. “A little. I have to admit, Shane. I didn’t think you had it in you.” She said mockingly.
Shane feigned being hurt, “I’m offended! I put a lot of effort into this.”
“And it’s stunning. Really.”
Shane flashed another brilliant grin, and walked over to one of the chairs, pulling it out. “Your seat, ma’am.”
Claire gave a small mock curtsey and settled down in the seat.
Shane bent down and taking hold of her hand and kissing it gently. “Happy anniversary beautiful.”
I think everything that happened in Idris—Valentine, Max, Hodge, even Sebastian—I kept shoving it all down, trying to forget, but it’s catching up with me. I … I’ll get help. I’ll get better. I promise.”
“You promise.”
“I swear on the Angel.” He ducked his head down, kissed her cheek. “The hell with that. I swear on us.”
Clary wound her fingers into the sleeve of his T-shirt. “Why us?”
“Because there isn’t anything I believe in more.” He tilted his head to the side. “If we were to get married,” he began, and he must have felt her tense under him, because he smiled. “Don’t panic, I’m not proposing on the spot.
“You promise.”
“I swear on the Angel.” He ducked his head down, kissed her cheek. “The hell with that. I swear on us.”
Clary wound her fingers into the sleeve of his T-shirt. “Why us?”
“Because there isn’t anything I believe in more.” He tilted his head to the side. “If we were to get married,” he began, and he must have felt her tense under him, because he smiled. “Don’t panic, I’m not proposing on the spot.
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