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I am For You // {Topaz/Maverick] Aug 25, 2012 0:25:10 GMT -5

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Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Aug 25, 2012 0:25:10 GMT -5

life is bigger, it's bigger than you, and you are not me
the lengths that I will go to

deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
—time is a tree(this life one leaf)
but love is the sky and i am for you
just so long and long enough

He'd been waiting for this day for a long, long time. Longer than they had actually been dating. For all that time in between their first heat date and the day he had taken her out to the lake house, Maverick had wondered. He had not pined, not groveled or made himself into a hermit. But she had always been there, the moon of his thoughts.

He had watched every incoming video of her he could, generally preferring the unedited footage. And that was as close as he got, for years. He still wasn't sure, three months after they had truly begun to date, what had changed her mind. He considered it luck, a karma that was owed to him for his lackluster start in life, and perhaps to her as well. He hoped he made her happy. Maverick was about to test that theory as best as anyone knew how.

The last two days had been busy for Topaz with the Olympics, which was quite fortunate for him. He had often considered and where and when would be best. Somewhere unique, certainly, and the inaugural Olympics seemed like just the place. It had been a scramble to coordinate with the Capitol jeweler, but not impossible, once he had given his real name instead of an alias. All sorts of doors were open to the Boyfriend of Topaz Ross these days. He was careful with how he used that, ever aware that some day he might truly need a favor. His patience had paid off, and in no time at all they were on the train to Four.

Really he could not have planned the circumstances any better than if he had used all of his connections in the Capitol. The weather was cooperative, warm but breezy along the coast. The spirits of the district were high, enthusiasm wafting on the breeze. And Topaz had enough duties that gave Maverick time to fine tune his plans, to see her only in brief flashes so that he never felt too anxious around her.

On his own time, though, when he wasn't actively scoping out places, he felt doubt coil in his stomach. No doubt for himself; in fact Maverick had never been more sure about anything in his entire life. Literally. He had considered it, dug up memories from his earliest childhood and thought of things long forgotten. He had always been a man with a purpose, but never had that purpose so fulfilled him. No, what he worried about was Topaz. He was quite sure that she had come to care for him, too, that she enjoyed his company, that they were well suited to the daily ins and outs of life. But was it enough?

Could anything ever be?

In the end it didn't matter how much he worried or speculated about her feelings. He was going to try, and try his best the first time. Over the weeks since the decision fully materialized, he had often thought of allowing himself an easier out. Asking her in the soft light of dawn, on a stroll through the Capitol's parks, just before they made love. All of these would be more private, more intimate. And while he didn't want to ask her in a broadcast to all of Panem, he wanted to do Topaz justice.

Despite all he wanted to do to prove that, Maverick was also not a man possessed of patience. Yes he had waited to date her, but now that they were together, he could no longer tolerate the thought of being without her. More planning certainly would have yielded a better moment, but he was ready. So ready. He'd spent the morning preparing the exact spot, practically choking on nerves, and had already sweated through one shirt. But it would be okay, he kept telling himself. Today is the day, but it is only one day, another day with Topaz.

He chanted this mantra internally through the noon heat. It was just after another round of events, late in the afternoon, when Maverick stood on the grassy knoll between the Village and the Park. He'd sent a detail - a stylist from Four, a beige palomino, and a guide from One to inform Topaz of her next duty: a brief advertisement for the Games, shot in the Village. The stylist would seem appropriate, as well as the entourage, but it was nothing that would attract too much attention. He hoped.

He stood ready, hands at his hips, outfit carefully chosen to be at once stylish and understated. After all, he wanted to be her moon now, to let Topaz bask in the sunlight. Because she deserved the world, and Maverick intended to give it to her.

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I am For You // {Topaz/Maverick] Aug 25, 2012 9:09:40 GMT -5

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Post by Lulu on Aug 25, 2012 9:09:40 GMT -5

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you are the hole in my head
you are the space in my bed
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The champion actively attempted to pretend that whatever she had with Maverick was just a fling, that she was just in it for the sex, that she didn't truly care about him, but as time went on she was finding that harder and harder to accomplish. Three months had passed since they'd started officially "dating", which basically was an agreement that they both enjoyed each other's company and wanted to continue to see the other. And she had to admit there was something there; it wasn't a spark, the sort of burning flame she'd felt with... well... it was more like a continuous feeling of comfort, of security. From the very first kiss, when Topaz had basically found herself incapable of refraining from tasting his lips (needless to say, that dinner hadn't lasted very long) she'd felt a sense of rightness, as if maybe this was the road to happiness at last. As if Maverick was the only thing that was truly going to begin to mend her aching, shredded heart that she'd been unsuccessfully trying to repair with flimsy threads of alcohol since day one.

She didn't love him, she knew that. While she wasn't sure exactly what she felt for him - after five years of denying all sort of emotion in favor of lust she probably wouldn't be able to pinpoint that no matter how hard she tried - but she knew that it wasn't love. It wasn't strong enough to be love, and Topaz was still under the impression that she'd never love again. It was more of... a deep appreciation, a strong need for him because when she was with him she could almost - almost - feel whole again. That was why she kept running back to him, why she relished every kiss, every touch, every time their bodies were connected. That was why, here at the inaugural Panem Olympics, she frequently snuck him into the village to make love in her luxurious penthouse suite. Maverick Miles was her new kind of drug - she gulped as she remembered calling Nash the same - and perhaps she shouldn't be using him for this purpose, but she needed him.

Early on she'd agreed to be publicly seen with him, to make their relationship known to the general masses. She felt a bit guilty at Mav's obvious pride at being the official suitor of Topaz Ross, when she was mostly using this publicized relationship as a way to tell the tabloids and paparazzi and various others who talked dirt about her partying tendencies that look, I've got a good head on my shoulders, see? I'm dating Maverick Miles, an esteemed Capitol reporter. I'm getting it together, finally. It only took five years. So they would hold hands on the street, kiss on the sidewalk, allow the cameras to spot them together. She knew it meant a lot to Mav, and she truly did care about him enough to try and make him happy. He deserved that, at least, if he wasn't going to get back the sort of unwavering, burning love and loyalty he clearly felt for her.

She'd been doing decently in the Olympics, currently with a silver medal in archery and about to finish off the decathlon, and with epee fencing already underway, but all this competition didn't make for a lot of time for Mav. He'd catch her in the arena after she finished an event (he was always watching, of course) and they'd share an embrace and a promise to catch each other later before she was forced to dash off again. She'd sneak him into the village at night, (unopposed, because no one would dare stop a victor) screw him until early in the morning, and then sneakily escort him out, though wishing she could fall asleep with the comfort of her head against his strong, muscular chest. Other than that, they didn't get to talk much. It was slightly irritating, but Topaz had been kept busy enough not to worry about it.

That morning - one of her only days off at the Olympics - she'd been rudely awoken by an interesting pair, one a District One official she recognized vaguely and the other someone who smelled like he was from Four. They greeted her warmly as she stared dubiously at them, all too aware of her messy orange mane that was the previous night's wild sex hair and various other traces of sleep she still sported. Then they announced that they were here to prepare her for a Games advertisement the president wanted her to shoot in the Olympic village, and she groaned audibly. Did it never end?

She was bathed, styled, and dressed, and although she didn't protest it felt a bit too much like she was going back into the arena. But Topaz had never been one to complain about being dressed up and adorned, and she wasn't now; the light, flowing gold dress she was placed in was absolutely breathtaking, and the small circle of golden laurels placed on her head (she was assured it meant victory and was supposed to be a crown) was a perfect finishing touch. She would be barefoot, to look casual. Her red hair was down and long, only lightly tousled, and her makeup radiated a sunny glow. The picture of a champion, of success. As she was adorned she tried to imagine what they'd have her say in the advertisement. "The Olympics have been fun, but the 62nd Hunger Games are on the horizon!" It was meant to be a warning, Tope was sure, to all those joyous Olympic revelers: don't be happy for too long, because soon enough you'll have to send us your children once again.

Once she was complete - pronounced 'absolutely stunning' by both the Four stylist and the guide from One, she was escorted downstairs, past a couple of Olympic competitors from One who couldn't help but stare. Outside it was a bit cooler and breezier than usual, thankfully, because the heat in Four was absolutely unbearable at times. The first thing she spotted was a beige palomino awaiting her just outside the entrance to the One building, and she rolled her eyes but allowed her entourage to assist her in mounting it and sitting sidesaddle. Then they were led over to the grassy place in between the buildings of the village, and the second thing she spotted was Maverick, standing on the grass expectantly and looking incredibly put-together as usual. "Mav?" she inquired as they approached him. "What are you doing here?"

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you are the silence in between
what i thought and what i said
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I am For You // {Topaz/Maverick] Sept 1, 2012 15:20:22 GMT -5

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Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Sept 1, 2012 15:20:22 GMT -5

life is bigger, it's bigger than you, and you are not me
the lengths that I will go to

She was perfect. Immaculate. But he'd known that. It still lifted his heart, made it beat against his rib cage, to see Topaz on the horizon. The team hadn't failed him; they likely had an easier time of it, as Topaz had been groomed to the nines since they had arrived in Four. Still, she had never looked this stunning. Perhaps it was the simplicity. While the outfit was molten gold, it was a lighter material, one that clung to her with every shift of the breeze. He didn't even notice the laurel until she was feet from him, as the burnished gold faded against her vibrant orange-red hair.

His smile widened by fractions as she drew close, ready to split his face apart as the horse finally came to a halt. Maverick lifted his open palm for some gentlemanly assistance. He turned the reigns, so that Topaz could slide more easily into his arms. The knoll was fairly exposed on two sides, but on the others, cypress trees had been planted and would offer them some privacy. They also proved to be excellent camera tripods. While he didn't want anyone else filming the moment, he knew the footage would be valuable. Soon enough all of Panem would see him put his heart on the line for Topaz, no matter what her answer.

It was daunting, but it was not deterring.

Maverick threaded his fingers through Topaz's, his other going to her hip. He lowered her slowly, gently, letting her body fall along his. That had been one of the most surprising things about her. When he had first dared to talk to Topaz, to court her at that dinner, he wanted her. But he had not expected it to be so... explosive. After all, her most famous conquests had been women. Would he be able to bring her - bring them - to the same place? But they had connected, body to body, and it was something he cherished. He had planned to wait until after he had asked her, to savor the touch of her lips, but his patience ebbed. He leaned forward for a chaste kiss, tasting the honey-strawberry glaze the stylist had put on, mixing it with the clove and cinnamon of his breath.

With her feet on the grass, Maverick retreated with her a few paces, into the safety of the cypress. The palomino had provided a dramatic entrance and now would be a distraction and screen as it grazed on the sweet grass. Maverick spared it one last look, steeled his nerves, and said, "I'm here for you. I'm always here for you," and it was a better start than the one he had rehearsed, and he silently thanked her for the easy segue.

As Maverick bent to one knee, he lifted both of her hands, kissing the back of each, and then clinging to them as he spoke. "Topaz, I love you. I've loved you for a long time. I know we've haven't been in this together for very long, but I want to stay on this path with you. If you'll have me, I want to spend the rest of this life's journey at your side."

Maverick took a deep breath, and surprised himself by the saltiness in his eyes. Perhaps it was the sea breeze, but he knew better. It was this moment, Topaz's beauty, the opportunity that he might be squandering by asking too early. But he could not longer bear to wait to hear her answer. He needed to know. With his heart in his throat and the wind in his hair, Maverick blinked away the tears and finally met her gaze. "I promise to love you, every day. So, Topaz Ross, will you have me to be your husband?"

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I am For You // {Topaz/Maverick] Sept 2, 2012 9:17:27 GMT -5

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Post by Lulu on Sept 2, 2012 9:17:27 GMT -5

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you are the nighttime fear
you are the moon when it's clear
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Though he always looked excessively happy whenever he saw her - perhaps a little too happy - the joy on Maverick's face upon seeing Topaz was clearly of a greater magnitude than usual. To an extent, this upset her; she'd often tried to force herself to be as happy seeing him as he was seeing her, but the effort was futile. She liked being with him. She liked having him around. He was good for her and he was what she needed, and she knew that. But in no way did she feel like it was christmas all over again whenever she set her sights on his perfectly chiseled, devilishly handsome face. How could anyone feel that way about someone else? I think you very well know, sweetheart.

He didn't answer her inquiry right away; instead he helped her slip off of the horse and right into his strong, steady embrace, then led her over to a small grove of cypress trees after a quick kiss. As usual, she wanted more of his lips; probably more than was fair for her to want, but she did, and Topaz had always been one to indulge unjustly. She was still a bit confused, though; wasn't she meant to be shooting a Games advertisement? Wasn't that the point of the horse and the stylist and the lavish gold outfit? As he pulled her along she frowned, looking around for a camera crew or a production team or whoever it was that was supposed to be in charge of this whole shebang. Were they late? Well, their bosses would hear from her if they were. Although she supposed it was nice to get a moment with Mav before she had to...

And then he lowered himself to one knee.

"Topaz, I love you. I've loved you for a long time. I know we've haven't been in this together for very long, but I want to stay on this path with you. If you'll have me, I want to spend the rest of this life's journey at your side. I promise to love you, every day. So, Topaz Ross, will you have me to be your husband?"
Oh, shit.

I'm not ready for this. I'm not ready for this. The mantra repeated itself over and over in her head as he lowered himself, kissed her hands, spoke to her softly but surely. Marriage?! It had always been such a foreign word to her, such a faraway thing that it didn't even seem real. And then she'd went and fallen in love with Nash and then killed her, and as a victor she'd been sure the prospect of marriage was absolutely void for her. She'd thought there was no chance of anyone even wanting to marry her - seriously wanting to - so it hadn't even mattered, anyway. And now, Maverick... how long had they been dating for? Three months? Three months? He was so sure he loved her enough after three months to want to pledge the rest of his life to her? Oh, Mav, you don't know what you're getting yourself into. I'm damaged material.

But a prominent part of the victor's mind wondered if it was really such a bad idea. Maverick was the only thing, the only person that had made successful progress on the arduous task of healing her heart. He reminded her that she was wanted, was needed. That everything didn't have to be all bad, not if she didn't let it. He had reminded her what it felt like to look forward to something, to someone. And while it wasn't the burning passion that she knew love was supposed to be, it was a steady, constant feeling, and if she married him, if she said yes right now, then she would get to keep that feeling by her side for the rest of her life. She would never have to truly hurt - hurt past the point of no return - ever again.

It was a selfish prospect, giving herself over to him just so she could be happy, not because she loved him in the surefire way that he loved her. But Topaz Ross was a selfish, selfish girl. The queen of selfish, actually, officially crowned on the day she'd left the arena five years ago. The queen of selfish, who stole the lives of twenty-three others just so she could live. The queen of selfish, who denounces her sister in anger and frustration when she's the one being sent in to her death. The queen of selfish, whoring around, leaving a trail of lovers in her wake. And now, finally, the queen of selfish was adding the final jewel upon her lavish crown. She was marrying Maverick Miles, who'd treated her better than she ever, ever deserved, so that she could erase the pain from her past and use him as her Tylenol for the future.

She'd been silent for too long. She needed to give him her answer. With an inward sigh, all too aware that she was giving her life away to him unfairly, the redhead dropped down to the ground beside him and pushed her way into his arms, unable to stop the few tears that escaped her eyes and rolled down her cheeks onto his jacket. "Yes," she mumbled in his ear, brushing her cheek against the soft skin of his neck for comfort as she had so many times before. "Of course I'll have you. I couldn't not." Because I need you, Maverick Miles, do you understand that? I need you in a way that you probably don't want to be needed. These were the words he so desperately wanted to hear, and she knew it. And she would give them to him. They were a minuscule price to pay for everything he would give her in the years to come.

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when it's over, you start
you're my head, you're my heart
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I am For You // {Topaz/Maverick] Sept 2, 2012 14:33:23 GMT -5

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Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Sept 2, 2012 14:33:23 GMT -5

life is bigger, it's bigger than you, and you are not me
the lengths that I will go to

He waited, and Maverick was not generally bestowed with patience, as evidenced by his hasty proposal. But for her, he would try, even when he saw the conflict flicker across her wide, sunny features, even when she dropped into his arms. He thought of other times he had spent with her, the moments he clung to in the dark, the moments that had convinced him this was the right path forward. That first night in the banquet hall and after. The Miles lake house cabin and a glass of robust wine. The brief moment before dawn when Topaz slept and he could admire her without guilt, without worry, before her mask settled back into place.

He'd only just begun to be able to recognize when she used it, which was quite the feat as Maverick practiced reading people day in and day out for interviews. And as badly as he wanted to know Topaz better, he knew to tread carefully, to let her open up over the course of time. And that's just what he wanted: more time. Even if she said no, which it seemed like she might, he would have these last few precious moments with her wrapped in gold to tide him. Because Maverick would try again, and again, as many times as it took for her to say yes. It was not patience that would compel him through rejection, but determination.

And he was absolutely determined that they would be together. For as long as he lived.

Maverick drew her close, lifting his chin so that she could burrow against his chest. He angled his body so that he was shielding her from the cameras. It would be easy to edit this part out, he thought, and if it wasn't, well then he'd fire someone. He drew his fingertips along her spine, trying to soothe her. It had been too soon. He'd known that in his gut, and now he had upset her, and probably confused her. He wanted to tell her that it was alright, she could take her time and think about it. But the idea of waiting any longer made a lump rise up in his throat even as he brushed a kiss over her orangey hair.

He heard it, that one tiny affirmation, but it felt as though it had fallen on someone else's ears. Surely Topaz had not just accepted his proposal. Surely dreams did not come true. "Yes?" He echoed tentatively, his smile boyish as he turned his head, canting it so that he could look down into her eyes.

And then the adrenaline punched through him, restored his confidence. Maverick was floating and falling as he heard her. "Yes!" He said with pure exuberance, gathering her closer, higher, chest to chest so that he could kiss her and hug her and never let her go. "I am the luckiest, happiest man in all of Panem," he said, his eyes lined with joyful tears.

His lips sought hers twice before he remembered that there was another important part of this joyous moment, squirreled away in a locked, trackable box in his leather jacket.

He untangled just his right hand to fish it out. The box was small but intricate, clearly meant to withstand tampering. His grin was unstoppable, eternal, as he put his thumb over the print reader, and it opened just inches from Topaz's face. The diamond inside would catch all light because it was pure all the way around. No flaws tainted it, no colors tinted it. And there was no band to distract from its beauty. The ring itself had been crafted of a large, heavy diamond, cut precisely to fit Topaz's finger. It was unique in all of Panem.

He didn't want to ruin the reveal, but he only waited a few seconds before carefully taking it out of the box. He returned that to his coat - as it was also considerably valuable and unique - before turning the ring upside down to show Topaz the interior of the diamond band. It read: I am for you MM & TR. The inscription had a mirror like quality, fading with the changing of the light. He gave her a moment to read it before turning the ring up right and presenting it to her. "Do you like it?" He whispered, breathed past the joy that had filled him from head to toe.