[All thought is snuffed out within his mind. Two opposing feelings begin to war within, that great ocean of his being responding instantly - all he is begins to thrash in disbelief, wild, twisting tempests raging in the depths. His currents all thrown into disarray at once. Yet despite that tumultuous feeling, the other is that of placid calm. Of peace. Of warm nights spent next to the man in front of him. The one he had lost so long ago and was given this second chance by some miracle of fate.
None of this reads on Themis's face. Instead, those heavy-lidded eyes have blown wide with shock, his lips parted slightly, frozen in expression.
A victor is not decided within himself, instead, the opposing sides find a balance, harmonizing into nothing short of pure elation.
Carefully, oh, so carefully, he grasps the ring with his fingers, though no doubt if he is being given this, it will withstand far more than what his hands may do to it. In the past he had asked Erichthonios for permission each step of the way, so conscious of never taking away the other man's decisions. But now, it is obvious what he wants. What they both want. Expression still frozen he slips it onto his finger - a perfect fit.
Only now does that joy begin to shine free.
And shine it does, radiantly. The brightest smile Erich would have ever seen breaks over Themis's face, his skin flushing with the force of it. All thoughts of holding anything back flee with the bubbling up of laughter and he all but leaps into the other man's space, pulling Erich into the fiercest of hugs and kissing him. There is so much that he feels, he hardly knows how to respond, but knows that he must. Pulling back, he wipes his face upon his shoulder - tears, yes, but of joy and joy alone - and cups Erich's face, pressing their foreheads together in the most tender of touches.]
Yes, yes, always! You shall never rid me as long as you exist.
[Husband... oh, how he loves the sound of that, new as it is.]
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None of this reads on Themis's face. Instead, those heavy-lidded eyes have blown wide with shock, his lips parted slightly, frozen in expression.
A victor is not decided within himself, instead, the opposing sides find a balance, harmonizing into nothing short of pure elation.
Carefully, oh, so carefully, he grasps the ring with his fingers, though no doubt if he is being given this, it will withstand far more than what his hands may do to it. In the past he had asked Erichthonios for permission each step of the way, so conscious of never taking away the other man's decisions. But now, it is obvious what he wants. What they both want. Expression still frozen he slips it onto his finger - a perfect fit.
Only now does that joy begin to shine free.
And shine it does, radiantly. The brightest smile Erich would have ever seen breaks over Themis's face, his skin flushing with the force of it. All thoughts of holding anything back flee with the bubbling up of laughter and he all but leaps into the other man's space, pulling Erich into the fiercest of hugs and kissing him. There is so much that he feels, he hardly knows how to respond, but knows that he must. Pulling back, he wipes his face upon his shoulder - tears, yes, but of joy and joy alone - and cups Erich's face, pressing their foreheads together in the most tender of touches.]
Yes, yes, always! You shall never rid me as long as you exist.
[Husband... oh, how he loves the sound of that, new as it is.]