[By Sylvain's estimation, he has but seconds to reach up and hold Felix's face. He won't comment on the tears, if only because he knows how much Felix hates showing this kind of emotion. But he does wipe just beneath his fiance's eye, smiling brighter than ever.
Felix is beautiful. He always has been.
And then he's shifting, moving Sylvain's ring -- or the ring for Sylvain out of the box. It's Sylvain's turn to read it. He only has to do so once, even if he stares long enough to read it ten times over. He knows that handwriting from the letters they'd exchanged as kids, to the notes he'd stolen from Felix to study as adults.
And what he says? It's something he's been waiting years to hear, even if he didn't know it.
The tears are flowing down his cheeks before Felix has the ring on his finger. He can barely hold still long enough to let him finish -- the second he has the chance he's thrown his arms over Felix's shoulders and is clinging for dear life.]
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Felix is beautiful. He always has been.
And then he's shifting, moving Sylvain's ring -- or the ring for Sylvain out of the box. It's Sylvain's turn to read it. He only has to do so once, even if he stares long enough to read it ten times over. He knows that handwriting from the letters they'd exchanged as kids, to the notes he'd stolen from Felix to study as adults.
And what he says? It's something he's been waiting years to hear, even if he didn't know it.
The tears are flowing down his cheeks before Felix has the ring on his finger. He can barely hold still long enough to let him finish -- the second he has the chance he's thrown his arms over Felix's shoulders and is clinging for dear life.]
I love you, Felix. It's perfect. You're perfect.