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[transfusionem]

Adelaide Cooke
UN: wellcooked

STATUS: Undergraduate

ACCOLADES: None yet! But soon!

BIO: I'm new here and extra new to all of this magic stuff! Please be patient with me!

© TESSISAMESS

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[transfusionem]

[Well he should be more patient!!

She curls her hand around the ring, holding it up to her chest. She thinks...she might start crying, but she doesn't really want to.]

Of- Of course it's okay. [Oh, no, she can feel her eyes stinging. She sniffs, trying to hold back the tears.] We're an inseparable duo.

[deuteranope]

[He takes an instinctive step towards her but catches himself. It's awkward enough without him concerning himself over her crying -- she's not even crying yet!! Instead, he gives a clumsy sort of smile that doesn't come as naturally to him as the ones where he's teasing or riling someone up. It's...hard, being genuine. It's hard being happy.]

For sure.

[But it's a lot easier when he knows she's right there with him. He turns the ring over between his fingers again, then takes a wide, marching step over to her. Hello!]

I dunno how to do this shit -- do we, uh. I mean, we can put 'em on ourselves... [or there's that Other Way]

[transfusionem]

[The smile is awkward, but it's no less a delight to see. Maverick smiling is - it's something beautiful. Something to be cherished.

She smiles back, though it's a little wobbly.]

Definitely.

[She squeezes the ring, before lowering her hand. It feels...a bit too intimate, really, to ask for him to put it on her, but...]

I'm not sure there's a traditional way for something like this.

[deuteranope]

Mm.

[He awkward shifts his weight to one foot, closing his hand around his own ring. He's not...going to make her do it. It's enough that she just has it, really. It's fine. Curious as he is, he won't push to know whether or not that other version of him had been less of a fucking pansy and put it on her himself, either. It won't change things. He's not the same Maverick.]

Well -- yeah. I dunno. [He's just going to look at his hands a moment, then slip his ring into place. He needs his hand for smoking, anyway, best to just get it over with and not bother her.] Probably not. We're fucking unique. And...

[mmmm admitting this is less fun, but]

I'm still not...at one hundo percent on...things. But I'm here. I'm gonna be here and trying...to get better about, uh. Shit. You're too fucking important to let that get in the way.

[transfusionem]

We are fucking unique, that's for sure.

[She follows his lead, slipping the ring onto her finger. She looks down at it, turning her hand around for a moment before dropping her hands to her side.

She can feel it on her finger, a reminder of what Maverick feels for her, and it...

It feels good.]

It's okay. [Her voice is soft, patient, and there's a sympathetic look on her face.] I'm not...expecting you to be at one hundred percent, but...I wanted you to know, so I don't mind. Take all the time you need, and I'll...I'll be here for you when you need me, no matter what.