Grantaire can't tell, exactly, if that wince is about the rings, his studious assigning metaphors to objects, or Neil's own exclamation. He isn't expecting either of them to be some gasping, showing-off debutante about it, especially after the living room, but it does make him hold his breath for a moment.
Then Edgar speaks, and it's his turn to flush, leaning into the kiss with feeling, gentle and lingering. Poetic is something Grantaire likes to think of himself as, but usually doesn't. Impossible, well, that's usually been applied to him in negative ways. But they are, aren't they, the three of them? Impossible.
His smile turns into something just simply pleased, boyish almost, when Neil puts his hand out, and he nods, setting down Edgar's for just a moment to pluck Neil's ring off and put it on his finger, chewing on the inside of his lip as he does.
He does the same in turn to Edgar with a little private smile just his. It's strange, the ways that he loves them both, the things that they bring to his life: so similar and so very different.
Right now, though, he's feeling happy and ridiculous about all of it, and wishing very much that all the amis were here to mock him later for all of this sentiment.
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Date: 2019-02-20 06:31 am (UTC)Then Edgar speaks, and it's his turn to flush, leaning into the kiss with feeling, gentle and lingering. Poetic is something Grantaire likes to think of himself as, but usually doesn't. Impossible, well, that's usually been applied to him in negative ways. But they are, aren't they, the three of them? Impossible.
His smile turns into something just simply pleased, boyish almost, when Neil puts his hand out, and he nods, setting down Edgar's for just a moment to pluck Neil's ring off and put it on his finger, chewing on the inside of his lip as he does.
He does the same in turn to Edgar with a little private smile just his. It's strange, the ways that he loves them both, the things that they bring to his life: so similar and so very different.
Right now, though, he's feeling happy and ridiculous about all of it, and wishing very much that all the amis were here to mock him later for all of this sentiment.