[There is so much vying for his attention, from the frame Ed enters with to the best-looking breakfast on a tray he has seen (fuck margarine, indeed) to the mysterious velvet box begging to be opened. His heart gives a little kick.]
That sounds wonderful. And it looks even better. [He takes in the food, pleasantly overwhelmed as he cracks a smile and shakes his head, hands spread.] What can I say? You spoil me.
[Giggling, he looks for his fork, eager to tuck in. But his fingers find their way around the box first. He pauses and glances to Ed, almost seeking permission before prying it open, sucking in his breath.]
Oh my...
[He thumbs the edge of a gemstone, huffing softly.] Absolutely gorgeous. They'll make a fine addition to any ring and a delightful complement to more than a few of my cuff links.
[They're such deep, rich shades of violet - perfect proof that a stone didn't need to be a twenty carat diamond or even a cut of Siberian amethyst to please. He looks up at Ed again after a long moment, now tinglingly awake, his thoughts going to their brief talk of upgrading their relationship to friends with spousal benefits. He supposes that if this were related, though, the box might've been presented a little differently or the stone already set into a ring.
Gingerly closing the box:] ...To what occasion do I owe this very thoughtful gift?
[Better to have Ed explain, not wanting to leave anything to interpretation - or misinterpretation.]
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Date: 2019-12-14 10:23 pm (UTC)That sounds wonderful. And it looks even better. [He takes in the food, pleasantly overwhelmed as he cracks a smile and shakes his head, hands spread.] What can I say? You spoil me.
[Giggling, he looks for his fork, eager to tuck in. But his fingers find their way around the box first. He pauses and glances to Ed, almost seeking permission before prying it open, sucking in his breath.]
Oh my...
[He thumbs the edge of a gemstone, huffing softly.] Absolutely gorgeous. They'll make a fine addition to any ring and a delightful complement to more than a few of my cuff links.
[They're such deep, rich shades of violet - perfect proof that a stone didn't need to be a twenty carat diamond or even a cut of Siberian amethyst to please. He looks up at Ed again after a long moment, now tinglingly awake, his thoughts going to their brief talk of upgrading their relationship to friends with spousal benefits. He supposes that if this were related, though, the box might've been presented a little differently or the stone already set into a ring.
Gingerly closing the box:] ...To what occasion do I owe this very thoughtful gift?
[Better to have Ed explain, not wanting to leave anything to interpretation - or misinterpretation.]