Ephemera leans against Drake, watching their joined hands and the rings. It fits, doesn't it? Infinity. In the face of all the uncertainty of the world, this one thing will be solid.
"She likes this sort of thing," he says after a moment, voice soft and fond. "We should tell her together."
It'd make her happy. Lup deserves to be happy, he thinks. You gotta hold onto the small things.
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Ephemera leans against Drake, watching their joined hands and the rings. It fits, doesn't it? Infinity. In the face of all the uncertainty of the world, this one thing will be solid.
"She likes this sort of thing," he says after a moment, voice soft and fond. "We should tell her together."
It'd make her happy. Lup deserves to be happy, he thinks. You gotta hold onto the small things.
"...I really like them, Drake. They just....fit."