[ His voice is hushed, as though this were occurring somewhere sacred. He stares down at her hand, pale and beautiful and lit by warm sunlight. The ring that he had from his own hand still sits there, and Eddie takes a moment to rub his thumb over it. He can't bring himself to remove that ring, staring at it as though it were some holy object.
Instead, he plucks the set from the box, sliding them onto her ring finger. Eddie presses the rings up against the one he had already put there, a set of three, one thick, two thin. To him, it looks absolutely perfect, as though he could imagine it no other way. To top it off, he slides the band onto his own hand, which he has purposefully stripped bare. It's everything he could have hoped for, and Eddie is quick to thread his fingers with hers, the rings shining brightly of their own accord. The sight of it steals his breath away. ]
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[ His voice is hushed, as though this were occurring somewhere sacred. He stares down at her hand, pale and beautiful and lit by warm sunlight. The ring that he had from his own hand still sits there, and Eddie takes a moment to rub his thumb over it. He can't bring himself to remove that ring, staring at it as though it were some holy object.
Instead, he plucks the set from the box, sliding them onto her ring finger. Eddie presses the rings up against the one he had already put there, a set of three, one thick, two thin. To him, it looks absolutely perfect, as though he could imagine it no other way. To top it off, he slides the band onto his own hand, which he has purposefully stripped bare. It's everything he could have hoped for, and Eddie is quick to thread his fingers with hers, the rings shining brightly of their own accord. The sight of it steals his breath away. ]
They're perfect.