Night Sky stared down at the bracelets like they weren't even real, like she was having some fever dream and imagining them. She watched him slide one onto his wrist, offer her the second, and speak - the words registering seconds after they were spoken. Her hand extended absently; unconsciously offering the hand opposite his so if they were beside one another the connection would be even more clear. He didn't have to put it on her, but she was clearly in shock so it would probably save him some time.
"I don't--" it was by far one of the sweetest gestures she had ever received, from a man who owed her nothing and could have easily told her to get over herself. "Thank you, Red Son. It's beautiful."
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No fucking way.
Night Sky stared down at the bracelets like they weren't even real, like she was having some fever dream and imagining them. She watched him slide one onto his wrist, offer her the second, and speak - the words registering seconds after they were spoken. Her hand extended absently; unconsciously offering the hand opposite his so if they were beside one another the connection would be even more clear. He didn't have to put it on her, but she was clearly in shock so it would probably save him some time.
"I don't--" it was by far one of the sweetest gestures she had ever received, from a man who owed her nothing and could have easily told her to get over herself. "Thank you, Red Son. It's beautiful."