Re: Sekhie's Tragic "Congrats" Sign-Ups
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Username: safetypins
Surname: Truant
DH: Stellan Alexander [32]
DW: Amy Elizabeth (nee Stark) [28]
Writing prompt:
Four years ago, Stellan met Amy at O'Hare baggage claim. Stellan, a weary office drone from Seattle, was on his way home from an odd business call from Europe, while Amy, a freelance photographer from Boston who had been living in Ireland for the past year, was one more flight and one more day away from attending her sister's college graduation at Seattle University.
By chance, Stellan and Amy happened to have the same type of luggage (cheap, brown-gray, and ugly) and reached for the same suitcase as it came around the baggage carousel. Amy insisted it was hers, though Stellan held on, thinking he could recognize his flight-worn bag anywhere. An amused passerby suggested they actually open the suitcase before arguing any more. When they both opened it, neither of them recognized the drag queen ensembles inside. Stellan, in his rush, had forgotten all about luggage tags and handed the suitcase over to its bashful rightful owner. Meanwhile, Amy hoisted a familiar bag - the last bag - off the carousel, only to find it had Stellan's tag and not hers. With her luggage lost or otherwise missing, Amy would either miss her flight tracking down her luggage or miss her dear sister's graduation. Her suitcase was mostly clothes, so she put off finding her suitcase and bounded for her gate.
At the gate, she was amused to find Stellan standing in line with her as they boarded, and even more amused to find they were seated right across the aisle from each other. They didn't exchange much more than a few smiles and looks (besides, Amy was far too busy stifling her laughter at SkyMall products and Stellan was probably still in the wrong timezone) until the plane touched down in SeaTac and Stellan accidentally hit Amy in the face with his carry-on bag. There, he apologized for the both the luggage debacle and the bag smack, but she told him not to worry about it. A little conversation on the way off the plane about the day's events and their lives before that day was enough to lead to an exchange of luggage tags and numbers.
Their "first" date was less of a date, more of a booty call. Amy called Stellan up the night before she left for Ireland. They met at a crappy diner near her sister's apartment, had some of Seattle's worst coffee, then and went back to Stellan's for some fun. Stellan welcomed girls coming to him, and Amy liked the way he did the deed. It was the one night stand that would haunt them for the next year as they sparingly talked over the internet despite the distance between them.
It would be a little more than a year before Amy blew all her money and had to move back to the US. She chose Seattle, of course, and moved in with her sister for a short time before securing her own place. Stellan helped her move into her new apartment (and then some) and they began seeing each other often enough to date. There were a few perks to dating Stellan and his lack of enthusiasm for leaving the house, as was to Amy and her flightiness, however, and they ended up breaking up for almost a year before getting back together.
Amy once joked that they'd probably end up fighting over suitcases when they were as old and gray as one that brought them together, and Stellan bet her that they would. The first time he proposed on one knee with a fancy ring, she laughed and tugged him down on the sofa. The second time he proposed, he hid the ring in his old gray suitcase, and she laughed some more. The third time, Stellan was working on a work thing at the computer and Amy was looking through her newly developed photos when he saw a photo she had taken. She shrugged at him, then smiled, accepting.
They married on the day they met and exchanged luggage tags and rings. It was a low-key wedding that would have been at city hall had Amy's sister not intruded. She might have been mad jealous that her "not the dating type" sister beat her to the altar, but she wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to "practice." Hell, there might not have had been a wedding if Amy's sister didn't cow Amy out of bed that morning. It was clear on that day that both Stellan and Amy had changed and grown with each other since the day they met. For now, anyway.
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Woah, I spend way too much time on these... lol.
Username: safetypins
Surname: Truant
DH: Stellan Alexander [32]
DW: Amy Elizabeth (nee Stark) [28]
Writing prompt:
Four years ago, Stellan met Amy at O'Hare baggage claim. Stellan, a weary office drone from Seattle, was on his way home from an odd business call from Europe, while Amy, a freelance photographer from Boston who had been living in Ireland for the past year, was one more flight and one more day away from attending her sister's college graduation at Seattle University.
By chance, Stellan and Amy happened to have the same type of luggage (cheap, brown-gray, and ugly) and reached for the same suitcase as it came around the baggage carousel. Amy insisted it was hers, though Stellan held on, thinking he could recognize his flight-worn bag anywhere. An amused passerby suggested they actually open the suitcase before arguing any more. When they both opened it, neither of them recognized the drag queen ensembles inside. Stellan, in his rush, had forgotten all about luggage tags and handed the suitcase over to its bashful rightful owner. Meanwhile, Amy hoisted a familiar bag - the last bag - off the carousel, only to find it had Stellan's tag and not hers. With her luggage lost or otherwise missing, Amy would either miss her flight tracking down her luggage or miss her dear sister's graduation. Her suitcase was mostly clothes, so she put off finding her suitcase and bounded for her gate.
At the gate, she was amused to find Stellan standing in line with her as they boarded, and even more amused to find they were seated right across the aisle from each other. They didn't exchange much more than a few smiles and looks (besides, Amy was far too busy stifling her laughter at SkyMall products and Stellan was probably still in the wrong timezone) until the plane touched down in SeaTac and Stellan accidentally hit Amy in the face with his carry-on bag. There, he apologized for the both the luggage debacle and the bag smack, but she told him not to worry about it. A little conversation on the way off the plane about the day's events and their lives before that day was enough to lead to an exchange of luggage tags and numbers.
Their "first" date was less of a date, more of a booty call. Amy called Stellan up the night before she left for Ireland. They met at a crappy diner near her sister's apartment, had some of Seattle's worst coffee, then and went back to Stellan's for some fun. Stellan welcomed girls coming to him, and Amy liked the way he did the deed. It was the one night stand that would haunt them for the next year as they sparingly talked over the internet despite the distance between them.
It would be a little more than a year before Amy blew all her money and had to move back to the US. She chose Seattle, of course, and moved in with her sister for a short time before securing her own place. Stellan helped her move into her new apartment (and then some) and they began seeing each other often enough to date. There were a few perks to dating Stellan and his lack of enthusiasm for leaving the house, as was to Amy and her flightiness, however, and they ended up breaking up for almost a year before getting back together.
Amy once joked that they'd probably end up fighting over suitcases when they were as old and gray as one that brought them together, and Stellan bet her that they would. The first time he proposed on one knee with a fancy ring, she laughed and tugged him down on the sofa. The second time he proposed, he hid the ring in his old gray suitcase, and she laughed some more. The third time, Stellan was working on a work thing at the computer and Amy was looking through her newly developed photos when he saw a photo she had taken. She shrugged at him, then smiled, accepting.
They married on the day they met and exchanged luggage tags and rings. It was a low-key wedding that would have been at city hall had Amy's sister not intruded. She might have been mad jealous that her "not the dating type" sister beat her to the altar, but she wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to "practice." Hell, there might not have had been a wedding if Amy's sister didn't cow Amy out of bed that morning. It was clear on that day that both Stellan and Amy had changed and grown with each other since the day they met. For now, anyway.
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Woah, I spend way too much time on these... lol.