[ oh, my god, he’s screaming. eren’s hands are shaking as they open up for elliot and god he can’t stop shaking, but—!
the ring is a valuable looking thing the minute eyes set on it; a beautiful shine of rose gold at its highest carat, banded with another hoop of platinum in its middle, and finally, a larger diamond, studded into the ring’s front frame and trailing off in pavé setting. the prongs make it all shine like a star even though there’s no ring pop sized diamond on his hand. instead, there are many diamonds. hovering his hands under elliot’s now, he leans over to hold it up a little closer.
exactly the way he imagined it. and it was possibly at that moment that eren understood what elliot has been saying, and from his lips curl the most apologetic smile.
he didn’t need to take him out flying, onto the highest point in the city with the greatest view to do this. and maybe he did have a certain necessity for the ring’s natural appearance, because there were more important things on the inside, but— he didn’t need anything else. he just needed elliot, and looking up at him and his ginger rosey hair, his lips hold the most subtle of trembles out of emotion. pure emotion. ]
It’s . . . Exactly the way I thought you’d look.
[ look at it, examine it, take it off to get to know it— if he does, on the inside is “Eren” written in delicate cursive, followed by musical notes that
if read by a musician, reads out an actual song, and matches elliot’s composed piece, the one written for them. ]
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the ring is a valuable looking thing the minute eyes set on it; a beautiful shine of rose gold at its highest carat, banded with another hoop of platinum in its middle, and finally, a larger diamond, studded into the ring’s front frame and trailing off in pavé setting. the prongs make it all shine like a star even though there’s no ring pop sized diamond on his hand. instead, there are many diamonds. hovering his hands under elliot’s now, he leans over to hold it up a little closer.
exactly the way he imagined it. and it was possibly at that moment that eren understood what elliot has been saying, and from his lips curl the most apologetic smile.
he didn’t need to take him out flying, onto the highest point in the city with the greatest view to do this. and maybe he did have a certain necessity for the ring’s natural appearance, because there were more important things on the inside, but— he didn’t need anything else. he just needed elliot, and looking up at him and his ginger rosey hair, his lips hold the most subtle of trembles out of emotion. pure emotion. ]
It’s . . . Exactly the way I thought you’d look.
[ look at it, examine it, take it off to get to know it— if he does, on the inside is “Eren” written in delicate cursive, followed by musical notes that
if read by a musician, reads out an actual song, and matches elliot’s composed piece, the one written for them. ]