[He's loitering awkwardly in place post-kiss, like it'd been their first one ever or something -- it's more like something's on his mind, because there is. While Lance is likely tired from all the drama and chasing and his inevitable capture...]
Not yet.
[While moving to grab his arm.]
Before you go...I, uh, there's one more thing we should talk about.
[ he turns to face the other fully, half-wishing they'd at least gotten as far as the couch so they could sit or something. he steels himself, trying to keep the worry from trickling back into his expression. ]
[This is the worst, he didn't even mean for it to come out like that? How does one go about with this sort of thing? A ring-exchange ought to be easier post-ceremony, but it is not. It's just as stressful, if not more??
He'll just dig right into a pouch, two-finger the handmade items from it and conceal them in a fist.]
[He should uh, get on a knee probably, but his legs feel weirdly like cinder blocks now that he's stopped.]
It's just -- something I thought you'd like.
[What a stupid precursor. He can't dwadle much longer to find the 'right' words; his palm's getting sweaty and Lance thinks he's gonna kick his ass...so he'll retrieve one ring from that fist. He didn't personalize either and they're both the same size.]
Let me see your hand.
[He's still kinda hiding that ring, though. It might be suspicious if it were anyone BUT Keith, considering he'd not know how to solo a prank.]
[ luckily for keith, that's what lance's mind decides to do with the information he's been given here. he peers a little more curiously at keith's hand, trying to see what's inside it. he holds his own hand out, at least. ]
[Kind of? To say this wasn't fueled out of some tiny portion of guilt wouldn't be wrong, but that's not the point. Singlehandedly, he'll try to single out Lance's ring finger (it took him a second to think about it), and in the next moment he's sliding a plain-looking garbage band onto it, past his knuckle...]
[ well. that's at least comforting to hear, because it would kind of kill the moment to be told he's getting essentially actually proposed to because his boyfriend slash dragon husband thought he was upset.
because that's what this is, right? there's... no real way to interpret this as anything else. ]
[There's a hard swallow at that, fingers lingering at the base of his finger, momentarily frozen in place because maybe Lance isn't in the mood for this right now, or maybe he just, uh, doesn't like jewelry? He'd be surprised at that, considering how showy he likes to be at any other point of time. Reluctant to meet his eyes, he'll hesitantly draw away.]
I -- know we fight a lot, and we were just talking about splitting up, but...
[Good start; he's squeezing at the other ring still snug in his other hand, effectively biting into his palm with his glove-less nails.]
I love you. Either way. I'd still want you to have it if we split. [Maybe he could use it as a sacrifice at a voodoo alter.] I know I'm not that great [AS A BOYFRIEND.] but if it were up to me, I'd marry you on every planet we end up on.
[Finally lifting his gaze some, looking appropriately embarrassed.]
[ ok but talk about a roller coaster of emotions?? WHY IS KEITH MENTIONING SPLITTING UP SO OFTEN IN HIS PROPOSAL. this is dumb. he's dumb. but lance thinks he loves keith just a little bit more for that, somehow. ]
Is this what you went off to do..?
[ after they fought? what a loser. a numbskull. a nincompoop. he shakes his head, looking down at the ring in his hand. it's warm, but he's not sure if that's from how freshly made it is, or from keith's own hand heat. maybe both. ]
[Tut tut. Getting employed, that is. There's a nod and he's quick to draw that second ring from hiding, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. He was thinking of wearing his own as a necklace -- he's already imagining how weird it'd be to wear one with gloves..not to prioritize his ensemble over a material representation of his private life, but y'know.]
oh okay. this is happening then. despite the fact that this literally happened to him just two seconds ago, lance is suddenly ALL FLUSTERED about the idea. face red, adam's apple all bobbing because he can't swallow now that he's nervous.
he takes a hold of the ring, then keith's hand, positions it right above the finger and then— ]
but ah. okay. lance just bobs his head in a nod, still looking flustered, but luckily there isn't much he can do to heck this up, what with keith's finger so close anyway. so he'll go ahead and slip the band on, marveling a little how perfectly it seems to fit. ]
[He'll bite back a so nothing really changed for the sake of the moment, admiring how it looks on his finger in spite of crafting the dang thing.]
And we kiss?
[He probably should have just...gone for it, but in some way, he kinda wants this whole thing to last a bit. The moment. A kiss would finalize it, probably.
Which is fine. He'll be spending the night with Lance regardless. It's a weird feeling.]
[ but lance doesn't really move to close the gap between them. just kind of looking at their hands still, at the matching rings on either of their fingers. ]
...As soon as my mom wakes up, or anyone in my family — I want you to meet them.
[He's in the process of countering with a you're never right about these things but instead, is caught up in a fluster. Love of his life, huh...that'd been the implication all along, but those are some bold ass words.]
...Are you sure?
[He's blushing pretty severely, but the nighttime blanket should be on his side in keeping that on the downlow. Palms spaghetti.]
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I'm gonna get ready for bed. It's pretty late.
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Not yet.
[While moving to grab his arm.]
Before you go...I, uh, there's one more thing we should talk about.
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[DRAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.]
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Alright...
[ he turns to face the other fully, half-wishing they'd at least gotten as far as the couch so they could sit or something. he steels himself, trying to keep the worry from trickling back into his expression. ]
What's up?
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He'll just dig right into a pouch, two-finger the handmade items from it and conceal them in a fist.]
It's not anything bad.
[While approaching...]
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lance squeaks, jumping back with his hands flying up. ]
Remember that you like me—!!
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[Pls, Lance, the fist doesn't match his expression. Which is soft, fluffy, gentle....
Maybe a little tense because he doesn't really know how to do this, but he is anyway.]
Put your hands down...
[Once he's near enough to actually hit him or manually do it himself, which may seem like a hostile thing in itself. His hands are idle at his sides.]
I didn't forget, so calm down.
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but once he does start to process the rest of keith's demeanor... alright he loosens up a little. but his look is still wary. ]
Then what is it?
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It's just -- something I thought you'd like.
[What a stupid precursor. He can't dwadle much longer to find the 'right' words; his palm's getting sweaty and Lance thinks he's gonna kick his ass...so he'll retrieve one ring from that fist. He didn't personalize either and they're both the same size.]
Let me see your hand.
[He's still kinda hiding that ring, though. It might be suspicious if it were anyone BUT Keith, considering he'd not know how to solo a prank.]
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[ luckily for keith, that's what lance's mind decides to do with the information he's been given here. he peers a little more curiously at keith's hand, trying to see what's inside it. he holds his own hand out, at least. ]
Is this like an "I'm sorry" gift?
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[Kind of? To say this wasn't fueled out of some tiny portion of guilt wouldn't be wrong, but that's not the point. Singlehandedly, he'll try to single out Lance's ring finger (it took him a second to think about it), and in the next moment he's sliding a plain-looking garbage band onto it, past his knuckle...]
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because that's what this is, right? there's... no real way to interpret this as anything else. ]
...Keith. Are you serious?
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I -- know we fight a lot, and we were just talking about splitting up, but...
[Good start; he's squeezing at the other ring still snug in his other hand, effectively biting into his palm with his glove-less nails.]
I love you. Either way. I'd still want you to have it if we split. [Maybe he could use it as a sacrifice at a voodoo alter.] I know I'm not that great [AS A BOYFRIEND.] but if it were up to me, I'd marry you on every planet we end up on.
[Finally lifting his gaze some, looking appropriately embarrassed.]
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Is this what you went off to do..?
[ after they fought? what a loser. a numbskull. a nincompoop. he shakes his head, looking down at the ring in his hand. it's warm, but he's not sure if that's from how freshly made it is, or from keith's own hand heat. maybe both. ]
You have one too, right? We gotta match.
[ as if he'd ever refuse. ]
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[Tut tut. Getting employed, that is. There's a nod and he's quick to draw that second ring from hiding, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. He was thinking of wearing his own as a necklace -- he's already imagining how weird it'd be to wear one with gloves..not to prioritize his ensemble over a material representation of his private life, but y'know.]
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Well? Put it on. Should I do it for you? [ feels kinda weird, considering he didn't really have anything to do with it. ]
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[He's gonna go ahead and offer that ring to him then. :)]
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oh okay. this is happening then. despite the fact that this literally happened to him just two seconds ago, lance is suddenly ALL FLUSTERED about the idea. face red, adam's apple all bobbing because he can't swallow now that he's nervous.
he takes a hold of the ring, then keith's hand, positions it right above the finger and then— ]
W-Wait. Should I get on a knee??
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[Kneejerk, quick, not just because he hadn't. A shake of the head follows, he'll bump the metal with that finger.]
We don't have to do it like that. [A slight pause.] The customs are different here.
[Dragon marriages and such...this is just throwback to what they're used to. Something like that.
Also because they didn't get to keep those cool necklaces.]
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but ah. okay. lance just bobs his head in a nod, still looking flustered, but luckily there isn't much he can do to heck this up, what with keith's finger so close anyway. so he'll go ahead and slip the band on, marveling a little how perfectly it seems to fit. ]
...I now pronounce us: Keith and Lance.
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And we kiss?
[He probably should have just...gone for it, but in some way, he kinda wants this whole thing to last a bit. The moment. A kiss would finalize it, probably.
Which is fine. He'll be spending the night with Lance regardless. It's a weird feeling.]
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Pretty sure.
[ but lance doesn't really move to close the gap between them. just kind of looking at their hands still, at the matching rings on either of their fingers. ]
...As soon as my mom wakes up, or anyone in my family — I want you to meet them.
[ he glances up, wary. ]
Is that okay?
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Following his line of vision, a hand raises to take Lance's, shuffling his fingers between.]
Yeah but...don't you think she'll be mad at me?
[Wifing his son and such, making him gay.]
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Huh?
[ his attention flickers back to keith's face, hand instinctively clasping. ]
No way! She'll be stoked! I always told her I'd bring home the love of my life one day, and now I get to do it.
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...Are you sure?
[He's blushing pretty severely, but the nighttime blanket should be on his side in keeping that on the downlow. Palms spaghetti.]
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