Neil’s smile grew as he looked to the box, unaware of how he chewed on his lower lip and how it made him look for all the world like a little boy on Christmas morning. He just stared at the gift, unmoving for long moments, strangely reluctant to open it for fear it was a dream...and at the same time, unable to trust what was inside.
He didn’t...get presents. There was some other shoe just waiting to drop...
Taking a breath, Neil opened the box, briefly flummoxed by the layer of tissue inside, but quickly pulling it aside to reveal a shackle inside...no, not a shackle. It was too elegantly made, lacked the polished gleam of the cuffs employed in the Nocturne dungeons to bind the magic of its gifted prisoners—shackles he’d worn before when his king was displeased with his work.
This bracelet was made of fine, heavy dark chain with a matte finish and a clasp made of glittering stone. It was an ornament, a beautiful one...the kind of thing a lord at court or a merchant of the Black City might wear.
“Beloved...wow.” He breathed, pulling it out of the box with a stunned look on his face. “This is—it’s magnificent. It’s half as lovely as you are, and that’s sayin’ something.”
Glancing up at her, a wicked gleam entered his eye as he smiled.
“Why am I not surprised it’s something for my wrist?” He teased playfully—then denied her an answer by leaning in for a slow, tender kiss, hoping it communicated the warm, heavy weight of feeling that threatened to burst in his hollow chest with the joy her gift brought him.
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Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn
Date: 2018-12-19 01:36 am (UTC)He didn’t...get presents. There was some other shoe just waiting to drop...
Taking a breath, Neil opened the box, briefly flummoxed by the layer of tissue inside, but quickly pulling it aside to reveal a shackle inside...no, not a shackle. It was too elegantly made, lacked the polished gleam of the cuffs employed in the Nocturne dungeons to bind the magic of its gifted prisoners—shackles he’d worn before when his king was displeased with his work.
This bracelet was made of fine, heavy dark chain with a matte finish and a clasp made of glittering stone. It was an ornament, a beautiful one...the kind of thing a lord at court or a merchant of the Black City might wear.
“Beloved...wow.” He breathed, pulling it out of the box with a stunned look on his face. “This is—it’s magnificent. It’s half as lovely as you are, and that’s sayin’ something.”
Glancing up at her, a wicked gleam entered his eye as he smiled.
“Why am I not surprised it’s something for my wrist?” He teased playfully—then denied her an answer by leaning in for a slow, tender kiss, hoping it communicated the warm, heavy weight of feeling that threatened to burst in his hollow chest with the joy her gift brought him.