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He was shaking. Literally, ******** shaking as he stood by the portal. He’d need god knew how long, and more than that, he was not sure if he’d be able to do it. Dis kept telling him to treat it like a mission. He had a task, he had to get it done. In a way he was right, Marcus COULD do this. It was only the most important thing he’d ever done in his life. Being a hunter? No big deal. Survive the end of the world? Not bad. Buy a right so you could formally ask the girl you loved to marry you?
SHUT.
DOWN.
EVERYTHING.
He couldn’t do it alone. Well, he could try, but even Dis knew how well Marcus did on his own when it came to his confidence and Cass. Grabbing in the dark, the man had about as much sense as a lemming. He needed someone to help him and the vampire went with what he though, would be the perfect support.

Dakota.

Marcus had dialed the hunter so fast, begging him to go with him to the city because he needed to get something for Cass and he wasn’t sure he was being stupid or impulsive or ******** he just needed someone with him so he didn’t just ******** everything up. He had to buy a ring. He had to find a place to get married at as well, (One hunter had given him the name of a church in France. They did ceremonies, and didn’t ask questions and from what the hunter said, it was damn nice and affordable).

Still, as he waited by the portal, his hand were shaking. Since when was buying a ring harder than fighting demons and s**t?

Sadly, for Dakota, Marcus's feels were all sorts of jumbled. Anxiety, hope, longing, panic, love, angst. There was some angst in there too. As Dakota appeared, Marcus gave him a wide eyed look before grabbing his wrist and promptly dragging him through the portal.
Behind a jewelry store.
"It makes me feel like I've been shot in the ******** gut and blinded while the girl I love is waiting for me across an ocean of hellfire and all I have to get there is a shitty wooden rowboat." He took a breath trying to calm down. "THAT is how I feel."

Looking at Dakota, glaring really, "As for symbolism it's symbolic of ******** you, help me buy Cass a right because I really don't want to ******** this up Dakota." He shuddered, trying to take deep breaths again. "I really, really, don't want to ******** this up okay? She..I want to marry her okay? I just. ******** I've never... I never thought. ******** Dakota I am freaking out just.. help me okay?"

Dis was in the back of his head, humming and it was slightly helping.
No lewd commentary after all.

Marcus was very much deer in headlights as Dakota properly announced just what he was coming into the store for. "Dakota please..." Marcus getting into a bit. This was a task, just like a mission. Find the ring. Rings, technically. The man behind the case smiled like a shark and Marcus felt like he was going off the deep end. A shark's smile with a grown, older man's disdain. The look of disdain prompted a surge of anger.

He was a goddamn hunter, 20, and he wanted to get married, so go ******** yourself sir. You and your look like I don't belong in a jewelry store shopping for wedding rings and s**t.

Turning, he went back to Dakota, wincing at the more flashy rings. That was..nice. But not Cass. More then that, it was just.. tacky. "Not sure yet. There is.. a place in France I got told to check out. And no, I won't be taking Cass to Vegas." Another look at the rings and he circled around Dakota, the man with the shark's grin, 'Clark' hovering.
"You need help with anything?" Marcus nodded. "Can I see that one please?" The man brought not just the ring, but the whole ******** stand.

Seriously.

The ********.

Dakota would hear a very familiar phrase. "Dakota, no." They were not stealing a goddamn ring. As tempting as that was, they were not going to steal a ring. They were not going to steal Cass's wedding ring because not only would it haunt him, he was pretty sure there would be divine justice for that.

He did want simple, hell, he technically had two rings to buy. Engagement, and Wedding. One would be simple, the other, a little more. He knew what the wedding ring would be. That was..simple as it got really. It was the engagement ring that had him in bind.

"I want something fairly simple, that can be worn under gloves and you know, not liable to break." He was speaking more to Dakota than to the man who tried to assure him that rings didn't simply break and if a stone fell out it could be fixed. Marcus gave the man a flat 'b***h you don't know me, you don't know my life'. Looking at the ring Dakota picked out though, he began to look at the simple ones. Pulling out the very simple, thin band of white gold.
"If you're worried about price-"
"Not price." Marcus spun the ring in his fingers. Dis was weighing in.
She's knows you and what you're like, and more then that, she loves you. You could carve a ring out of a plank of wood and she'd love it. He had a point.
"What do you think Dakota? I could get it engraved. A simple band wouldn't snag and gather much attention unlike.." He cast his glance over to the one that looked like someone had barfed diamonds.

No means no Dakota and touching was bad in the no-no places.

Setting the ring down, the man came back asking about engraving, Marcus just said to wait, as he had to look for another ring. The man raised a brow, but didn't say anything. The simple ring was for the wedding, engagement was supposed to be flashy but... same issue. The engagement rings they had were... flashy. And flashy. And really nothing suitable.

The store was massive for what it was, the pair having to go upstairs before Marcus paused, looking at simple diamond bands for more than five seconds. "Dakota." He was still staring at the bands, the man having followed them from below. "Thanks for coming with me. I just-" he sighed, "-I get nervous about this s**t. It's Cass. And... Marriage."

He shook his head. "I just... I never would have thought I would have wanted this."

While Dakota was overly excitable and sometimes just...so opposite of Marcus, the moon trainee was still glad of his presence. Dakota might not know the gauntlet of emotions Marcus was facing, but he was certainly glad for the support. Frayed nerves were not going to help him.

"If you want to plan it Dakota, be my guest I-....s**t. I uh." He felt like an idiot. "I forgot. I need... um... You want to be my Best man Dakota?" Marcus wasn't sure how the whole best man and things were, but he had the rest of the day to figure it out. He knew the best man helped with the bachelor party and was by his bro's side. Weddings were hard.

"I mean, you don't have to if you don't want just uh, an offer." He went back to looking at the rings, the man behind the counter giving them 'you both are a waste of air' looks.

Marcus would give Dakota Vegas. Not like he'd been and...what was the worse that could happen?

A line of thought he would later regret.

Still, knowing Dakota would be okay being best man... was nice. As goofy as he was, he was a guy Marcus trusted. Trusted very well. Somewhat shockingly really but-
He makes you remember how easy it is to care about people. People who aren't the love of your life. That type of thing. Really, am I here to help you fight or go through emotional hurdles?
Both.
Probably my masochistic survivalist.

Looking at the rings, he pointed at one small set in particular, the man bringing it out in a fluid motion. White gold, a simple ring of diamonds. White gold appealed to him, but would it appeal to Cass? He bit his lip. Pulling one of the rack he frowned, putting it back. The gaps were wide and just... last thing he needed was a stone to fall out. Scooting Dakota over he went back around the cases. "Dakota, is it... Do you think she.. I mean she only brought it up on the mission and right after. You think it was just..spur of the moment?"