Edgar started to sit and then paused, like he wasn't sure he ought to, leaving him in an awkward crouch until he decided to just follow Neil's example. So much of this was beyond what he'd ever been supposed to have. The Tail hadn't had rings and marriages. Hell, the Tail had been too fucking poor to even have traditions, really, of any kind. Now here he was, enjoying Christmas, getting proposed to, feeling cherished and so fucking alive.
The rings were beautiful and Edgar leaned forward but couldn't quite reach out for them, like they'd vanish if he touched them. Stupid, when one of them had been purchased exactly for him, but Edgar was hard pressed to imagine that he'd ever own something so beautiful.
"You would get something poetic and fucking impossible," he said, finally daring to run a finger along the curve of his ring.
He leaned forward and gave Grantaire a proper return for that kiss on the stairs and then sat back up, turning to look at Neil, watching for his reaction.
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The rings were beautiful and Edgar leaned forward but couldn't quite reach out for them, like they'd vanish if he touched them. Stupid, when one of them had been purchased exactly for him, but Edgar was hard pressed to imagine that he'd ever own something so beautiful.
"You would get something poetic and fucking impossible," he said, finally daring to run a finger along the curve of his ring.
He leaned forward and gave Grantaire a proper return for that kiss on the stairs and then sat back up, turning to look at Neil, watching for his reaction.