[ with careful fingers he plucks up the cuff. yingxing's hands are rough and worn with scars and calluses, and yet they move like a master artist's might, with dexterity and grace as he delicately weaves the rose gold dragon over the curve of her wing.
it settles nicely. not a bad fit at all, considering he'd only eyeballed her measurements there. ]
[ It feels strange, to have such a heavy weight there when she's used to simple rings and studs. She stretches the wing a bit, testing, her cheeks red with heat. It feels good, to have something-- special.
She lifts a hand to gently cover one of his own. ]
[ given its draconic shape and azure eyes, it's not necessarily expressing a deep connection between them, but.. there's time ahead of them. things to learn about one another. maybe one day, yingxing will give her a gift that symbolizes only the two of them. ]
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it settles nicely. not a bad fit at all, considering he'd only eyeballed her measurements there. ]
Heh. Looks good.
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She lifts a hand to gently cover one of his own. ]
Thank you, Yingxing.
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[ given its draconic shape and azure eyes, it's not necessarily expressing a deep connection between them, but.. there's time ahead of them. things to learn about one another. maybe one day, yingxing will give her a gift that symbolizes only the two of them. ]
But, uh.. I should get back to work.
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She gives his hand a small squeeze before letting go. ]
My apologies, for interrupting you.
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It's nothing. Was a good interruption. Go get yourself something to eat and drink, yeah?