Hah, well. For now we'll agree to disagree. [Yes, for now. Implying that Waver is not safe from this coming up later. Get loved, idiot.
When handed the box it was regarded with some curiosity, then the same towards Waver. It was opening it to see the pendant that all the brief signs of teasing melted down into genuine emotional surprise. Albeit in Diarmuid's subtle and charming way.
Less morbid, indeed. But the source of Waver's pendant had little bearing on this gift or the sentiment of a decade that came with him keeping it close. As he spoke again, he looked very pointedly at Waver.]
Such a beautiful Silver Rose. [Was it the pendant he spoke of? The man he gazed upon so fondly? Well, both.] To wear this wonderful gift almost feels like a shame... but I'll wear and cherish it always. This is lovely, Waver. All I have are words to express this gratitude, but... Thank you. Thank you.
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When handed the box it was regarded with some curiosity, then the same towards Waver. It was opening it to see the pendant that all the brief signs of teasing melted down into genuine emotional surprise. Albeit in Diarmuid's subtle and charming way.
Less morbid, indeed. But the source of Waver's pendant had little bearing on this gift or the sentiment of a decade that came with him keeping it close. As he spoke again, he looked very pointedly at Waver.]
Such a beautiful Silver Rose. [Was it the pendant he spoke of? The man he gazed upon so fondly? Well, both.] To wear this wonderful gift almost feels like a shame... but I'll wear and cherish it always. This is lovely, Waver. All I have are words to express this gratitude, but... Thank you. Thank you.