It was the first time he’d felt allowed - by himself, by society - to be so close to her. Feeling her against him, so close in his arms felt electrifying, and Faustus only wanted to deepen the embrace. His heart felt wonderfully full, and light as he looked down at her, a grin tugging at his lips once more (he wouldn’t stop smiling after this for quite some time, even as he was writing to his family). “And I you, Marie.” He breathed, his eyes moving to her hair and he stifled a sheepish chuckle as he saw he’d caused a bit of a disturbance in her otherwise flawless appearance.
As his hand came back up to fix the tendrils he’d shaken loose, with his other hand he brought back the bouquet to between them, glancing down at the ring still nestled comfortably between the flowers. “I do hope you like the ring?” He’d worked with one of the jewelers his family had worked with in the past, doing his best to take into account everything he knew about her. Her beauty, elegance, simplicity, her gentleness…and of course, her career.
Picking it up, he offered to slip the ring onto her finger. “If there’s anything you’d like to change about it, it wouldn’t cost anything.” It truly wouldn’t, given how loyal the family had been to the jeweler and his business.
As his hand came back up to fix the tendrils he’d shaken loose, with his other hand he brought back the bouquet to between them, glancing down at the ring still nestled comfortably between the flowers. “I do hope you like the ring?” He’d worked with one of the jewelers his family had worked with in the past, doing his best to take into account everything he knew about her. Her beauty, elegance, simplicity, her gentleness…and of course, her career.
Picking it up, he offered to slip the ring onto her finger. “If there’s anything you’d like to change about it, it wouldn’t cost anything.” It truly wouldn’t, given how loyal the family had been to the jeweler and his business.