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[He’s watching her expression, her eyes, when he reveals the ring to her. Emotion, running over at the edges — but he cannot read it for much longer, not when she breathlessly tells him to wait, and disappears moments later.

When she returns, revealing another ring — a wedding band, for him — all of Ardyn’s words stick in his throat. All tangled up in knots, and he can only manage-]

Grell, you…

[Did they have the same idea, then? Were they operating on that same, gregariously romantic wavelength? When did she purchase that? Did she feel the same streak of excitement in her at the idea of marriage, like a flash of lightning lancing through her?

It’s almost too perfect, how the two of them aligned. As if fate itself had dictated it happen like this, and it’s overwhelming in a beautiful way. He has to glance to the side, not because of embarrassment or shame, but only because he is so overcome; he should laugh at this, but affection strangles it away.]

Here. [He finally lifts his gaze, moving towards her, removing her ring from the velvet and pocketing the little box.] Give me your hand.

[she can't speak, just nods at his half of a question. it had been something that seized her heart, an idle consideration that had sealed itself into reality when she'd saw this one. understated, but elegant, more for the reminder than anything else. something to touch, if fate forces them apart again. the same fate that had guided both their paths, the fate she doesn't believe in but would acknowledge all the same.

taking his ring in her hand, she sets the box aside, extending her left hand. smiling, but she can feel the tears beginning to fall. joy and relief and wonder, all melding together into feeling that is too much for her to contain.]

[It’s an automatic motion, and yet he’s oversensitive to everything right now — the feel of the curve of the ring as he holds it, the softness of her skin as he takes her hand. He slips off the engagement ring that sits there first, only to replace it with the wedding band. And then the engagement ring is returned to the same finger, resting atop the band, so that the latter remains the closest to her heart. Traditional, but he cares less for tradition than he does the symbolism, the romanticism behind it all.

Only then does he look up at her, his eyes searching. Seeing those tears fall, he brings up his hand to gently wipe one away with his thumb. A gentle touch, precious as she is.]

My luminous one. The ring is almost as beautiful as you.

[there's something that feels like it settles in her as she watches him, feels the ring in its proper place. something that is private and sacred and just for them, more meaningful than putting on a ring in front of others. looking at him and crying almost without realizing, overcome with the weight of how much he cares, that all this happened, that a year ago she couldn't have imagined herself here, feeling surrounded by love so strongly that it was in every breath she took.

close to her heart. it doesn't escape her.

she can only smile, laughing a little through the tears, at his words. a matter of opinion, surely. and her, she'd say the ring exceeded her beauty, for all it meant to her, all that it would mean. the commitment and the support and the emotion that is blinding in its intensity, inevitable when two souls that feel so strongly meet.

moving to take his hand in hers, she gently slips his ring on his finger, feeling a touch of relief that it fits as well as it does. his band, where it belongs. she doesn't let go yet, admiring how it looks, and then is inspired. bending her head, Grell kisses the ring, whispering one word when she's done.]

Forever.

[It isn't opinion to Ardyn. It is solid fact, unshakeable and true. She is radiant, she is what makes him feel this way, so close to her that his spirit may be hers, as well, since his heart certainly is already neatly nested in her chest. He loves her. He loves her so much that he would do anything for her. Calling her beautiful is so easy, when she's so much more than just beautiful.

The ring that she gives him is a perfect fit, and this action alone may as well overcome him. They are bound now, irrevocably. He belongs to her, he trusts her, with his entire being.

But then she kisses his ring, and he can feel the brush of her lips against his skin. Forever, she says, and the word envelops him. Surrounds him wholly, and he grins, but his eyes -- so keen with brightness -- begin to mist ever so slightly.]

Forever.

[He squeezes her hand, letting that promise resonate between them.]

I love you.

[He could say it a hundred times, a thousand times, and it would never be enough.]

And I you.

[when she looks at him again, she doesn't resist pulling him into a tight hug, breathing in and just holding on. bound together, so tight that no one could try to break them apart. no past life, no future event. if he is willing to take her, in all the imperfections that make her human, she will have him, and no force there was could stop her.

loosening enough that she can look at his face, she feels at once perfectly content. a feeling that's only happened twice before in her life, where everything is simply right, something she couldn't describe in words except that he's made it so.]

You know I don't believe in star signs, or fate, or any of those things, really, but whatever holds the responsibility for me meeting you, that started everything, that let me fall in love with you...that has all the gratitude in my soul. Because by now, I can't picture my life without you in it.

[He holds onto her as if she might slip away, even though the rings the both wear say otherwise. He takes in her scent, her warmth. So often he anchors himself in her presence, whether she realizes it or not. He does so now, and the culmination of their connection blossoming into something more, into marriage made reality, has him reeling in every possible way — a beautiful feeling, one he could get lost in forever.

He’s blinking away the mist in his eyes, though the emotion cannot be tamped down so easily. A breathless laugh at her admission.]

Then whatever it is that’s brought me to you has my gratitude as well. Though… I think, after everything, I may start to subscribe to the idea of fate, after all.

[How else can two people exist, so painfully perfect for each other? They fit together as if made for one another.]

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