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Dec 30, 2010 22:34:41 GMT -5
Post by Damon Salvatore on Dec 30, 2010 22:34:41 GMT -5
Damon felt like he'd been hit in the back of the head with a board. A very thick board. With nails sticking out of it. He did manage not to stare at his father in open-mouthed shock, but only barely.
He didn't want to offend Elizabeth, so he walked back over to the sideboard to refill his glass, even though it was still nearly full. Marriage? To a woman he barely remembered from childhood? Not exactly what he had wanted, but clearly he had no choice in the matter either. Still, he recovered with remarkable speed and turned back to the assembled group with his carefree half-smile in place.
His father stared at him expectantly. "Well, Damon? Don't you have something to say to Miss Mirazdia?" his father prompted. Elizabeth's father also watched him, and from the look on his face it seemed apparent that whatever he said next would either earn him respect or a challenge over Elizabeth's honor.
He had finally noticed the small box that had been discreetly placed on the sidebar, and although he regarded it for a moment as if it were a poisonous snake, he set his glass down and picked it up. Then he walked over to where she was sitting, and dropped gracefully to one knee before her.
"Elizabeth Mirazida," he said, opening the box that he knew contained his late mother's engagement ring, "would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
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Dec 30, 2010 22:46:56 GMT -5
Post by Stefan Salvatore on Dec 30, 2010 22:46:56 GMT -5
For Stefan, he was having much the same reaction as his brother, but for a moment the main reaction was anger.
Why Damon? he wondered. Damon, who had gone off to join the war and really had never shown much of an interest in running the estate, who was more inclined to take off at the spur of the moment for a game of cards or at the turn of a lovely ankle.
So what if he was the eldest? It had been him, Stefan, who had spent hours with his father over the ledgers and accounts that were so vital to the continued existence of Veritas. Stefan who had helped with every facet of the operations here that he was able to.
In the end he did the only thing he could do, he smiled at Damon and his newly betrothed. "Congratulations, I hope the two of you will be very happy," he managed, ignoring the disapproving glare from his father at the insincerity that had crept into his tone despite his best efforts.
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Jan 20, 2011 23:40:03 GMT -5
Post by Erika Mirazida on Jan 20, 2011 23:40:03 GMT -5
Elizabeth let out the breath she didn’t realize that she was holding in and felt her dress become slightly tighter. She tucked a curl behind her ear, taking in a deep breath which was a bad idea. Her dress became an instant boa constrictor it seemed. She watched Damon get down on one knee and propose to her. Not that I have much of a choice… she thought glumly to herself, then smiled at him, “Yes Damon, I will.” She said, watching him slip the ring onto her finger.
There were a few toasts and congratulations later that day. Elizabeth was standing outside on the porch, fanning herself, trying to get a little bit more air into her lungs. She heard footsteps come up behind her and saw Damon, “You look almost as surprised as I do.” She said, smiling softly.
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Jan 20, 2011 23:54:24 GMT -5
Post by Damon Salvatore on Jan 20, 2011 23:54:24 GMT -5
Damon leaned on the railing and studied her for a moment. "To tell you the truth, Miss Mirazida, I think I may be more surprised than you." He shook his head and looked out at the full moon.
"My father gets these ideas in his head, and it takes a sledgehammer to dislodge them. No offense to you, but I thought he was angling to marry Stefan off to you and turn over the running of the estate to him. He's always been... let's say disappointed... in the choices I've made in my life."
He turned and looked at her. "I'm afraid you may not have won what my father considers the better of his two sons."
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