[Sniffing wetly with one hand still cupped underneath Ain’s, he leans in to press a kiss to the crystal’s surface, before looking up at him through his bangs.]
S-sorry it ain’t a ring. Maybe could find somebody to make it into one?
Haha, I think I can. I hope you don't mind if I take some creative liberties~.
[He's going to go back to laying on Wolfwood by the fire, assuming Wolfwood doesn't want to keep weeping into his shoulder. Not that Ain minds, but he also wants to snuggle and nuzzle up under Wolfwood's chin, okay.]
So, what do we do now? Do we announce our engagement by walking out of the cave and going back to the peak to scream at everybody? Do you think they're camping out by now~?
[Don't worry, he's done crying now. That was his yearly cry, if he cries again please do the merciful thing and just kill him before it gets that incoherent.
He's happy to lay there with Ain as they are, holding Ain close in his lap with his head resting against his fluffy silver curls. His head hurts, and his face feels gross from crying...but he can feel the happiness between their connection. It bubbles up like a babbling brook and chases away the lingering anxiety and trepidation, leaving only contentment and a pleasant sort of anxiety, that sort of nervous energy you get after something big like this.]
Hah... we could. Maybe best to save it for when people prolly ain't sleepin', though.
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S-sorry it ain’t a ring. Maybe could find somebody to make it into one?
[Goes to Ydalir like pls]
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[He's going to go back to laying on Wolfwood by the fire, assuming Wolfwood doesn't want to keep weeping into his shoulder. Not that Ain minds, but he also wants to snuggle and nuzzle up under Wolfwood's chin, okay.]
So, what do we do now? Do we announce our engagement by walking out of the cave and going back to the peak to scream at everybody? Do you think they're camping out by now~?
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He's happy to lay there with Ain as they are, holding Ain close in his lap with his head resting against his fluffy silver curls. His head hurts, and his face feels gross from crying...but he can feel the happiness between their connection. It bubbles up like a babbling brook and chases away the lingering anxiety and trepidation, leaving only contentment and a pleasant sort of anxiety, that sort of nervous energy you get after something big like this.]
Hah... we could. Maybe best to save it for when people prolly ain't sleepin', though.