the night is winding down; dinner, drinks, dancing — edward is now in the back of a limousine, hand in hand with stephen strange. they rub their thumb across stephen’s knuckles, sweetly feeling skin on skin. “i have something for you at home,” the words are soft, eyes watching stephen from the seat over. “there’s also wine and roses, but i thought that a present would be more apt.” a smile, one that’s sly and mischievous runs across pale features. the present itself is a sapphire ring. patience.
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 even by Stephen's standards. He's buzzed, pleasantly winded, and so — so in love. There's a smile on his face that remains there only for Edward, and as those changeable eyes glance over, they dance with the thrill of the night and he lifts their joined hands to press a kiss to pale knuckles.
❝ Aw, babe. You didn't have to. ❞ But he knows that, like him, his lover does so love to spoil. His gaze falls to the other's neckline, spying the hint of the chain he'd granted him with earlier that evening. Immortality now rests around Edward Nygma's neck, and Stephen hadn't even given it a thought.
He reaches to wrap an arm around his lover's waist and presses a kiss to his temple, a simple gesture; one of many he grants him when they're together. ❝ Do I get any hints? ❞