[Oh, not palm up, oops. Palamedes simply waits, curious about Viktor's little surprise he just had to go and obtain before coming home— ah, it's a ring, he thinks, and then, oh!
Oh, and in the way family names aren't much of a tradition back home, wedding rings are one that have stood the test of time, and so after a split second he gets it, looking down at his newly be-ringed hand held in Viktor's, and the realization of it makes his heart pound double time. After the evening of Viktor Sextus, a ring isn't at all subtle; any part of him that might wonder if this isn't the proper way to do things - Viktor is, after all, a little drunk - is shouted down by the parts of him more and more enamored with this little ring by the second.
He cups Viktor's face with his right hand, lifting the left to squint at the ring, and he says,] You made this?
[In, like, an evening? While tipsy? And even remembering to make it Sixth silver? This man.]
It's perfect. Come here, [for kisses, good gracious, before he explodes.]
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Oh, and in the way family names aren't much of a tradition back home, wedding rings are one that have stood the test of time, and so after a split second he gets it, looking down at his newly be-ringed hand held in Viktor's, and the realization of it makes his heart pound double time. After the evening of Viktor Sextus, a ring isn't at all subtle; any part of him that might wonder if this isn't the proper way to do things - Viktor is, after all, a little drunk - is shouted down by the parts of him more and more enamored with this little ring by the second.
He cups Viktor's face with his right hand, lifting the left to squint at the ring, and he says,] You made this?
[In, like, an evening? While tipsy? And even remembering to make it Sixth silver? This man.]
It's perfect. Come here, [for kisses, good gracious, before he explodes.]