Prove it, he said. Cassian couldn’t help the way he swelled with pride at how he might end up proving Vince something quite important. Words were never his strong suit. Actions said so much more than he could hope to.
They never talked about it, how their recent birthdays felt more significant than previous ones. In a way, each courting his prospective (and inevitable) fate. Realities that might cause them to drift apart from each other over time. If they weren’t so determined to not allow that to happen. This wasn’t an arrangement to take for granted - Cass knew that.
Probably because of it, Cass orchestrated countless scenarios in his mind to make this moment special. Alone, somewhere picturesque, a surprise. Having only two out of three of these requirements to mark the occasion was... less than desirable. His office was far from scenic. But Vince’s look of surprise sent a shiver of pleasure down his back, and the moment felt right.
“I know I didn’t have to.” His laugh belied the flutter of anxiety in his stomach once he rounded the desk. The second drawer to his right, charmed to oly unlock with his hands, revealed a slim and long parcel with a nice bow. He leveled Vince a playfully apologetic look before he handed it over. “Ahh- Sabine’s marmalade,” he hastened to correct with a grin. “‘Rustic charm’, she called it. Nearly murdered me when I suggested she should leave the house-elves to do the jarring this year.”
Of course, despite the easy words traded, someone who knew Cassian well would clock the way his eyes lingered over every gesture of the hands, averted thoughtfully to watch his reception to the gift. I hope you like it, Cass’s expression said.
In the case: a stunning matching set of cufflinks, studs, waistcoat chain, and lapel brooch. The metal altered to yellow or white-gold depending on the properties of its adjacent materials. It wrapped sleek and stately around a setting of onyx with a small emerald inlay that reflected Vince’s monogram. Modern and luxe. Understated and elegant. Detailed and immaculate. Everything that represented Vincent, in his mind.
“I… noticed you didn’t have something with your name,” he explained quietly. The most important part of it all. Precious enough to be a family heirloom, the jeweler said. Blue eyes almost shy when they lingered on Vince’s lapel rather than his face, the exact place that brooch might go. Summoning his promise of daring, his gaze finally turned to find the other’s. “Shall I help you try a piece on?”
They never talked about it, how their recent birthdays felt more significant than previous ones. In a way, each courting his prospective (and inevitable) fate. Realities that might cause them to drift apart from each other over time. If they weren’t so determined to not allow that to happen. This wasn’t an arrangement to take for granted - Cass knew that.
Probably because of it, Cass orchestrated countless scenarios in his mind to make this moment special. Alone, somewhere picturesque, a surprise. Having only two out of three of these requirements to mark the occasion was... less than desirable. His office was far from scenic. But Vince’s look of surprise sent a shiver of pleasure down his back, and the moment felt right.
“I know I didn’t have to.” His laugh belied the flutter of anxiety in his stomach once he rounded the desk. The second drawer to his right, charmed to oly unlock with his hands, revealed a slim and long parcel with a nice bow. He leveled Vince a playfully apologetic look before he handed it over. “Ahh- Sabine’s marmalade,” he hastened to correct with a grin. “‘Rustic charm’, she called it. Nearly murdered me when I suggested she should leave the house-elves to do the jarring this year.”
Of course, despite the easy words traded, someone who knew Cassian well would clock the way his eyes lingered over every gesture of the hands, averted thoughtfully to watch his reception to the gift. I hope you like it, Cass’s expression said.
In the case: a stunning matching set of cufflinks, studs, waistcoat chain, and lapel brooch. The metal altered to yellow or white-gold depending on the properties of its adjacent materials. It wrapped sleek and stately around a setting of onyx with a small emerald inlay that reflected Vince’s monogram. Modern and luxe. Understated and elegant. Detailed and immaculate. Everything that represented Vincent, in his mind.
“I… noticed you didn’t have something with your name,” he explained quietly. The most important part of it all. Precious enough to be a family heirloom, the jeweler said. Blue eyes almost shy when they lingered on Vince’s lapel rather than his face, the exact place that brooch might go. Summoning his promise of daring, his gaze finally turned to find the other’s. “Shall I help you try a piece on?”
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