"Jesus fuckin'--" I cut myself off, scrubbing a hand across my eyes, my mouth drawn into a pained wince. He'd really been planning this, for a while. It was ridiculous, the thought of me wearing a goddamn engagement ring. I had jewelry-- a few pieces here or there, things given to me by men, things I'd bought myself, but a ring was different.
The one meant for me was a dark wood, nearly black, with a single stripe of silvery grey. Edgar's was more golden, with a copper and silver stripe. They did, somehow, suit us perfectly.
"You gonna, um--" I put my hand out awkwardly, knowing that if I'd been the type to blush, now might've been the time for it. Luckily, I wasn't.
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Date: 2019-02-15 03:29 am (UTC)The one meant for me was a dark wood, nearly black, with a single stripe of silvery grey. Edgar's was more golden, with a copper and silver stripe. They did, somehow, suit us perfectly.
"You gonna, um--" I put my hand out awkwardly, knowing that if I'd been the type to blush, now might've been the time for it. Luckily, I wasn't.