[The room is tighter, a corset around his chest making his spine rigid and breathing short. His throat is useless, refusing air and catching on his tongue. A smile struggles and all he can think of is the emotion of Michael's reunion. Tek's first warning. Was this the thread of his web suffocating him? It was a strange sensation, the world surging in, and he tries to battle it with shallow breaths that only make his head feel lighter.
He ends up laughing. At the feeling, at the uncertainty, at the fear, at himself. At everything. It's a nervous sound, one that shakes the body more than the air, and it ends quickly as it comes. He smiles again, teeth showing, but it's forced. His eyes are in a different place.]
N-No. [His composure is slipping. He ducks his head to hide it, fingers scrambling to pull the ring off. Throw it somewhere, maybe. Stash it. The oath was made in naiveté. It could be broken.] There's no need for that. It's simply a ring. A gift. There's—[it won't come off no matter how hard he tries. His fingers can't grip it or rather they won't. Really, even now he was a fool.]—there's no meaning to such trinkets.
[Breathing in deeper helps and in a matter of minutes his composure slips back on. He looks up and that pleasant smile is back with a soft chuckle.] If he wanted to propose, he would have given me a necklace.
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Date: 2015-05-08 02:57 am (UTC)He ends up laughing. At the feeling, at the uncertainty, at the fear, at himself. At everything. It's a nervous sound, one that shakes the body more than the air, and it ends quickly as it comes. He smiles again, teeth showing, but it's forced. His eyes are in a different place.]
N-No. [His composure is slipping. He ducks his head to hide it, fingers scrambling to pull the ring off. Throw it somewhere, maybe. Stash it. The oath was made in naiveté. It could be broken.] There's no need for that. It's simply a ring. A gift. There's—[it won't come off no matter how hard he tries. His fingers can't grip it or rather they won't. Really, even now he was a fool.]—there's no meaning to such trinkets.
[Breathing in deeper helps and in a matter of minutes his composure slips back on. He looks up and that pleasant smile is back with a soft chuckle.] If he wanted to propose, he would have given me a necklace.