Kimal took a look around the bedroom and groaned. How could he have allowed himself to be coerced into this? By Caliende no less! He knew better than to listen to his former employer, especially when it concerned Solque. He must have lost his mind, really, there is no other explanation for it. If he had been thinking clearly he certainly would not have listened to Caliende. If he had been thinking clearly his and Solque’s bedroom would not have been littered with silly little rosepetals. If he had been thinking clearly... he would not have spent the better part of the day running from one jeweler to another in the hopes of finding the perfect gift for his young lover. If he had been thinking clearly he would not have been standing there right now, waiting anxiously for Solque to come home while fiddling with the small velvet box in his hand.
The many candles in the room cast their golden light on the man as he paced back and forth in front of the bed. There was still another hour before Solque would be walking through the front door, but no matter how hard he tried, Kimal could not bring himself to stay still. He was nervous. Nervous! It was riddiculous! And yet he couldn’t shake that feeling. Good gods, what had he gotten himself into?
The clock on the bedside table continued to tick keeping it’s excrutiatingly slow pace. Kimal grunted in frustration and finally forced himself to stop his pacing. It was all Caliende’s fault! She was the one who had planted the idea of marriage into their heads the previous Christmas. Marriage.... pfft. Kimal shook his head. He and Solque did not need some stupid little celebration to show how much they cared for one another. Kimal knew that, Solque knew that... But at the same time... The older man knew that his young lover was a romantic. He knew that Solque would, given the chance, love to get married and tell the whole world that they... that they belonged together.
Kimal sighed heavily. He looked around in the room, at the flowers, the candles... everything Caliende had convinced him to get... and then down at the little box in his hand. It all seemed so very cliché in his mind. So very tacky and... so not him. Although, Solque was probably going to appriciate it. Of course he would, it was Solque after all... and Kimal would do anything for him. Absolutely anything...
Another groan. Why did Anything have to involve flowers? Kimal sneered. The candles he could deal with but everything else... It was all too much. Too gaudy, too tacky and too god damned silly. It was not him! If he wanted to propose to Solque he could very well do it without all of these extras! In fact, if Kimal got to decide he would just ask him! No ring, no flowers, no chocolate, no candles, none of that crap. He would just... ask Solque to spend the rest of his life together with him. Yes, he would do that.
Kimal ran a hand through his hair and looked around at all the decorations with distaste. He never should have listened to Caliende in the first place. What had he been thinking?! Hn... it did not matter now. Cursing under his breath, the man grabbed a hold of the trashcan and started chucking the flowers into it. He still had some time before Solque got home so he should be able to have everything cleaned up by then. With a determined and somewhat annoyed look on his face, the tall man continued to clear away every single trace of Valentine’s Day romanticism.
By the time he was done, every single flower was stuffed deep into a trashbag and every candle put out and tucked away in their proper places. The chocolate had been hidden, the food and wine thrown away. Every last trace of Caliende’s plan was gone. All except the little box in Kimal’s pocket, that is. He had seriously considered throwing that away as well but in the end... he just could not do it. He had spent hours and hours to try to find the perfect ring for Solque and he just... There was no way he could throw it away. Besides... the boy might be happy to get such a gift. If nothing else it would prove to the younger man that Kimal was serious when he finally asked him to marry him. And maybe... maybe it would even convince Solque to say Yes.
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