love of mine {arx}

She buried her snort with a muffled cough, turning to look away from Justice as she gathered herself. After a few seconds she put on her most charming smile, a little devilish, but as irresistable as she could make it. The owner of the store looked at them, he had seen these kind of acts before, his eyes were lit with skepticism. Opal could imagine how many different acts he had seen, the lovey dovey couples that had tried to sneak in for some free cake. But none of them were Opal, and they definitely were not Justice. Justice had a charm about him, as much as he annoyed her half the time she knew she would never be able to hate him or dislike him. He was the kind of person she would always call a friend, and even now she had come to rely on him a lot more then she had first anticipated. The managers fake smile flickered with barely surpressed annoyance. He looked about ready to tell them to fuck off, but as he began to speak Opal cut him off with an excited squeal.

"Darling, darling, oh please tell this kind man how you proposed to me!" She tugged on Justice's arm, her voice high, the perfect image of an annoying Capitolite. "Oh, better yet, why don't you act it out for him! I bet this man would love to know how you did it and what you said." She turned to face the man, fanning herself with a hand, "I was swooning as he told me how much he loved me and that he wanted to spend the rest of his life by my side." Opal giggled, covering her mouth to feign embarrassment. "Oh, I've said too much, I'll give away the best part of the story!"

She wondered, for a moment, if she had pushed it too far. Justice gave her a look, raised brows, questioning. She could see the promise in his eyes, she owed him. Yeah, she owed him big time for this one. But she was stuck in this moment, all her problems slipping away as she created this image before her. Opal was having fun, and it had been a long time since she had done something this silly. Her shoulders already felt looser, her laugh easily springing to her lips as she fabricated this story. Oh, and she loved the annoyance on the shop owners face, the smugness as he assumed they had trappped themselves. But he hadn't met Justice Fray, sweet talker and improviser, yeah, she was compeltely safe in his capable hands.

Justice starts talking, weaving this beautiful story, taking her hand in his and meeting her gaze with those cheeky brown eyes. She smiled back, fondness filling her features. The crinkle of her eyes was sincere as she listened, laughing with each of his words. "I filled it with all sorts of flowers and plants, had hydroponics specialists come in and help me create a beautiful garden haven, right in the middle of District One," he said. Opal felt her chest tighten ever so slightly, he knew her so well, he really and truly knew her. It was endearing and honest and it made her so incredibly happy to have him as her friend. Opal's grip tightened on his hand, a reassuring squeeze. She could picture Potato doing the same thing. She could picture his excitement as he tugged her towards his design, the specks of dirt on his cheek. All of it just to see her smile.

He gets down on one knee -his one good knee, and grabs my hand. "I took her one good hand in mine and told her that my life wasn't complete without her in it—forever." And then there is a long silence as he stared into her eyes. She could see the slight red that settled onto his cheeks. Her smile softened and she helped him stand back up, hooking her arm through his once more. She turned to face the shop owner, who, to her utter shock the smug smile had disappeared to be replaced with a rather devilish one.

"That was a wonderful story. Such a lovely couple you two are. Oh come, come inside! When's the wedding? " He waved them inside, gesturing to a table and some chairs. "we were thinking an autumn wedding. My darling here as nasty allergies, we can't have him coughing and sneezing through the entire ceremony." She leaned forwards, gently poking Justice in the cheek. "When his allergies are bad he's a terrible kisser! You're drowning in salvia city." She laughed, turning to face the shop owner. "But between you and I, he's a wonderful kisser when he's not made of snot." She winked.