we are flesh & blood & we deserve to be loved

Cupping her hands, a whirlpool of galactic potential hums to life between her fingers. The glow of it lights up the edges of Deimos' jawline and Amalia's long lashes. "The rings you will wear are signs to those around you that you are bonded, but what sign will you give each other? What token, meant just for their eyes?" Safrin's smile hugs her words, as she offers her cupped hands to Deimos, fingers laced closely together so as not to spill an ounce of cosmic light. "Reach in, and whatever totem best suits your love, you shall find." What would it be? Bottled rain from the once-Reaper's first victory? His first tear? The breath he held, when first he knew he was in love with the Shield? Safrin