Feb 15
Summary:Β
Abruptly, Felix pushes himself up and into a sitting position, pulling Sylvainβs retreating hand back into his own. A simple gold band glints back at him from its place around Sylvainβs finger, new and perfectly unmarred under the glare of the windowβs bright light. When Felix runs the edge of his thumb across the surface, it feels exactly the same temperature as the skin of Sylvainβs handβas though, in the short amount of time itβs been in Sylvainβs possession, the metal has already become just another part of him. βYou slept with it on."
or, the morning after the wedding.
