I'm not giving up, kicking off the rust
Her hand stills him, holds him like a tether to this moment instead of letting him drift away into others. His movements halt, and even breathing seems to slow, blinking once as he focuses wholly on her. She makes it sound so simple, as if they don't need anything more than this, exactly as they are, night after night. He knows they dont, but he also knows the pressure of obligations, so many of which she already carries. How many stories has she told him of arguments between her family, or moments that have woven themselves into her memories with the scarring quality of the memory? Their love has already wounded so many, he doesn't want any more casualties, least of all any more that she has to bear.
He exhales thoughtfully, teeth pressing in on patience. "Ring or hairtie, you'll get that no matter what," he offers softly, smile brief before he continues. "I want to do it right though...and waiting doesn't make me love you any less. If anything, it makes me more excited for forever with you." His grip curls in around her, staying snug on her shoulder, and he tilts in to brush a kiss to her head.
After a brief, but quiet stretch of consideration, he tosses out a few ideas to her last point. "What if I just put the box down between us while we ate breakfast, and said nothing, and you just put it on and nodded and that was that? Or what if I just slide it on while you're asleep? What if I'm down on one knee when you get out of the shower, and the towel is over your head and you trip over me and die?" His eyes widen faintly, then his lips quirk to the side. "I mean, I'd call Ronin obviously, but he'd be so unimpressed I'd never hear the end of it. All of those aren't very special."
He exhales thoughtfully, teeth pressing in on patience. "Ring or hairtie, you'll get that no matter what," he offers softly, smile brief before he continues. "I want to do it right though...and waiting doesn't make me love you any less. If anything, it makes me more excited for forever with you." His grip curls in around her, staying snug on her shoulder, and he tilts in to brush a kiss to her head.
After a brief, but quiet stretch of consideration, he tosses out a few ideas to her last point. "What if I just put the box down between us while we ate breakfast, and said nothing, and you just put it on and nodded and that was that? Or what if I just slide it on while you're asleep? What if I'm down on one knee when you get out of the shower, and the towel is over your head and you trip over me and die?" His eyes widen faintly, then his lips quirk to the side. "I mean, I'd call Ronin obviously, but he'd be so unimpressed I'd never hear the end of it. All of those aren't very special."
Kaisel
I keep acting tough but maybe I'm not good enough
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
