[Gods, what does he even say? His voice feels caught in his throat, overwhelmed by just how much this moment is. How saccharine, how impossible it would have been only a few tendays ago. He pulls his hand back slightly, just to rub his thumb against the ring, watching it turn on his finger. The gold stands out against his pale skin, almost warming its pallid tone. He looks up to meet Gale's eyes, his lips quirking at the ruddy color of his cheeks.]
Well, I can hardly hold it against you.
[In a huff he lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, shaking his head slightly.]
Gods, if this is some sort of delusion, please don't snap me out of it.
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Well, I can hardly hold it against you.
[In a huff he lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, shaking his head slightly.]
Gods, if this is some sort of delusion, please don't snap me out of it.