#psyomi

“You must be crazy. I could say the same thing.” A hand once again outstretched to demand for that 4-carat ring Hel once again attempted to claim as her own, he beckoned her over, though for something else he needed her help with. From looking at all the items she fancied, he gathered her tastes were of quite an exceptional level, and his other hand clasped at the cushioned tray where two pairs of earrings sat, gleaming in all their glory. He was seeing Psyche today - but Hel didn’t need to know that. “Now, give that ring back and tell me...” How would he put this lightly? In the most nonchalant, unassuming way possible? “... which pair is nicer?”

It appeared to be a simple breakfast stew she was making, and he turned his head slightly in the direction of her husky voice, lips turning upwards into a small smile. He could feel the steam tickling his nose, and he reached over to let the spoon graze against his teeth as he sipped on the liquid slowly. “I really like it,” he responded simply, his tone calm but laced with subtle joy, his hand extending forward to grab onto hers. “Thank you.”