[oc rambles]
Price, who kisses the ring next to his dog tag before doing something Raven would consider stupid, whispers, “This one’s for you.”
Raven, who brushes and smooths over the surface of the ring when she needs to calm a nerve, runs her thumb along the imprints that say “no matter where” and whispers, “You would do this differently.”
The idea of them speaking to each other through rings, making promises, voicing opinions as if the other were truly there.
Maybe the sweetest moments were when their hands were interlaced, their rings bumping each other as they murmured into the night, talking about anything and everything until exhaustion crept up on them.
For a moment, both rings shine and glistened under the dim light, sharing each other’s thoughts and love.
The rings will always be there to look after what they had, what they have and what they will have.
