- Messages
- 5,157
- OOC First Name
- Rowan
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Amber) (Pansexual
- Wand
- Knotted 12 Inch Flexible Pine Wand with Fwooper Feather Core and 6'5" Sturdy Carved Walnut Staff With Phoenix Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 3/2030 (32)
Ten years. It was hard to overstate the significance of that. Looking herself in the mirror, Ainsley felt at once a lifetime away from the person she had been that night, and exactly the same way. A bundle of nerves, thrilled and terrified all at once about what lay ahead, tumbling headfirst into uncertainty. Her perspective may have changed with time, her certainty in her feelings grown stronger, but deep down Ainsley didn't think she would ever fully grow out of being that lost young girl, grappling with a world she never fully understood.
But Amber was her guiding light; she always had been. However tumultuous life became, Amber was there. Through the pain of graduation, the struggle of finding their own niche as adults, the chaos of owning shops, Amber and Ainsley had been one another's constants. Even in the hardest of days, they would always have the comfort of coming home to one another's arms. The garden of their love blossomed bright, as they cared for one another day to day. There was no doubt in Ainsley's mind that she wanted to spend the rest of her life tending that garden, and she knew Amber well enough to know she felt the exact same way.
And that was what had given Ainsley the courage to buy the contents of the small box in her pocket. As their former classmates had gotten married around them Ainsley had often thought of her own wedding, but it had never felt urgent. Rather, their marriage felt like an inevitability, a fixed point in time they were travelling towards. Of course, she and Amber would get married. But there had never been any rush to do it, they had all the time in the world. It was only when Amber began talking about their ten year anniversary that Ainsley began to lay more concrete plans. She had let Amber organise the anniversary celebration itself, both of them knowing well enough who was better at scheduling events. Ainsley tended to plan things far more based on whims, which didn't always make for a guaranteed successful date. Amber was the clear choice here.
But Ainsley was certain about the plan she had made, despite the nerves twisting her gut. She knew the timing was right, knew Amber would say yes, but the asking... it was terrifying. Amber had been the one to make the first move on their first date so long ago, and Ainsley was determined to take her own turn making a big step now. She had dressed similarly to that day, in a floaty green cardigan and patterned blouse over dress pants, and had taken pains to braid her unruly hair around her head. She knew Amber thought it looked nice tied up, though in the years she didn't think she had gotten all that much better at it. Pushing a final bobby pin into her braided crown, Ainsley smiled at her reflection in the mirror as she saw Amber over her shoulder, entering the bedroom. This was it. "I think I've had a style upgrade since fifth year." Ainsley teased, turning to face her girlfriend and taking one of her hands, lacing their fingers together and praying that Amber couldn't hear her heart thudding in her chest. "I want to give you your anniversary gift now, before we leave..."
But Amber was her guiding light; she always had been. However tumultuous life became, Amber was there. Through the pain of graduation, the struggle of finding their own niche as adults, the chaos of owning shops, Amber and Ainsley had been one another's constants. Even in the hardest of days, they would always have the comfort of coming home to one another's arms. The garden of their love blossomed bright, as they cared for one another day to day. There was no doubt in Ainsley's mind that she wanted to spend the rest of her life tending that garden, and she knew Amber well enough to know she felt the exact same way.
And that was what had given Ainsley the courage to buy the contents of the small box in her pocket. As their former classmates had gotten married around them Ainsley had often thought of her own wedding, but it had never felt urgent. Rather, their marriage felt like an inevitability, a fixed point in time they were travelling towards. Of course, she and Amber would get married. But there had never been any rush to do it, they had all the time in the world. It was only when Amber began talking about their ten year anniversary that Ainsley began to lay more concrete plans. She had let Amber organise the anniversary celebration itself, both of them knowing well enough who was better at scheduling events. Ainsley tended to plan things far more based on whims, which didn't always make for a guaranteed successful date. Amber was the clear choice here.
But Ainsley was certain about the plan she had made, despite the nerves twisting her gut. She knew the timing was right, knew Amber would say yes, but the asking... it was terrifying. Amber had been the one to make the first move on their first date so long ago, and Ainsley was determined to take her own turn making a big step now. She had dressed similarly to that day, in a floaty green cardigan and patterned blouse over dress pants, and had taken pains to braid her unruly hair around her head. She knew Amber thought it looked nice tied up, though in the years she didn't think she had gotten all that much better at it. Pushing a final bobby pin into her braided crown, Ainsley smiled at her reflection in the mirror as she saw Amber over her shoulder, entering the bedroom. This was it. "I think I've had a style upgrade since fifth year." Ainsley teased, turning to face her girlfriend and taking one of her hands, lacing their fingers together and praying that Amber couldn't hear her heart thudding in her chest. "I want to give you your anniversary gift now, before we leave..."
