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Gold — B Holden
🕑 Added 2023-12-17 23:21:39 +0000 UTC“Is that mine?”
The question is asked in a playful tone. One that’s light, one that has resembles the look of a teasing arched brow. And you notice that’s the exact expression you get when your eyes land on B.
Their dark brown eyes briefly rest on the gold band on your finger before their gaze locks to your features. There’s a small smile on their lips, due to knowing the answer to their question, but B’s desperate to hear your response—for more reasons than one—the fact they love the sound of your voice is a huge one.
Your right hand goes to your left. Your thumb and index finger twist the band smoothly. “Definitely not,” you say, giving B a smile that matches their own.
“Oh?” they question, taking a step towards you. “That’s interesting because I’m certain I have a ring that looks exactly like the one you have on now.”
You shrug your shoulders. “Maybe we both have good taste in jewellery.”
B’s eyes flit over you for a moment, in a way that could be deciphered in two ways. Suggestive or adoring. It’s the latter. In moments like this, playful moments like this that have the ability to put the werewolf at ease, it’s always their adoration for you that shines through.
For someone so good with emotions, for someone that can read the room by the mere sniff of the air, B knowing their feelings for you was reciprocated long ago was a time when they had a hard time trusting their instincts. For the pure fact that you and them could not determined by B’s mental abilities.
“Not just jewellery,” B says back, the tone of their voice as smooth as silk, flirtatious, and candid. “You seem okay too. When you’re not stealing my items.”
B’s fingers wrap around your own before they’re intertwining them. It’s an odd kind of warmth: supernatural, on the cusp of being human, something they’ve always fully craved since turning, but warm all the same. Warm, familiar, the feeling of home—all neatly put together with a bit of gold.
“Plus, my initial is engraved on the surface of that,” B murmurs with a laugh, keeping their hand in your own.
You glance down and realise they’re right. When you were in your bedroom, you picked up one of B’s rings that was on the nightstand. They have many jewellery items: rings, bracelets, earrings, nose rings and studs; all in a bright colour that’s opposite to anything silver.
It’s one of the pleasant reminders of being a werewolf; avoid silver at all costs but deck yourself out in gold whenever you feel like it. That also extends to you. B’s ended up buying bits of jewellery with the hopes that you’ll ‘steal’ them, with the hopes that you’ll claim them as your own and enjoy a bit of them on you.
“Fine,” you concede, as if it’s a secret you can’t keep much longer. “It’s a nice ring.”
“Hm,” B hums. “Indeed it is.” They slip their free hand into their pocket and pull a ring out that’s almost identical. “So much so that I got another.”
B holds it in their palm. You peer down at it to see the slight difference, that the engraved initial is your own. The initial of your first name, engraved cursively in the centre of the ring.
The corner of your mouth twitches upwards. “You wear my initial around when you go out?” you ask.
It’s B’s turn to shrug. They do so in such a fashion that they lean on the kitchen island. “I don’t think that’s a question I should answer,” they utter teasingly. “I mean, do I need to stroke your ego anymore?”
Your eyes instantly roll, and after a moment you’re pulling your hand back and returning it to your side. “I was expecting a sweet and loving answer.”
B snorts. “And instead you’ve been disappointed?”
You frown a little. As easy as it is to keep up this playful banter, you tilt your head to one side and exude a soft look that you’re sure is meant for B and them alone. “You could never disappoint me, darling.”
The simple words send a thrill up B’s spine. If their emotional abiilties were able to work on you, they’d one hundred percent know that you’re telling the truth. But, they don’t need supernatural powers to tell them such.
You can read B like a book, and vice versa. You know the changes that occur within them when a full moon is on its way, they know the reaction that’s going to erupt out of you when your brow creases in a certain way. It’s the subtle, simple, yet vivid little things like those between you that ensure B that you’re someone to cherish.
“I go around with it everywhere,” B blurts out. “The ring with your initial on it, I mean.” Their voice goes quiet. “It feels like having you around with me.”
You’re leaning on the kitchen island next. Leaning over and upwards, allowing your lips to capture B’s plump ones. It’s not a peck; it’s longer and more meaningful than that. It’s soft, a kiss full of unspoken words that you’re sure will be uttered before the day ends.
The ‘I love yous’. The three words that are happily in your vocabulary without needed to think about it.
The thought that you’re with them and they’re with you. All from a bit of jewellery. The same bits of gold that hold story after story for B—even better when you are their favourite story to tell.
If anyone was to ask about the ring that sports your name, B would happily talk about your love story. The way it developed, the way it came to be as it is now, and how they regularly hope and pray your future together will be just as beautiful.
Comments
Ahnzo Vincente
It's just ahhh it is so beautiful!!
Ahnzo Vincente
UUUUUUGGGGHHHH emotions!!!!!! Thank you Mila ❤️❤️
Skippy Hugo
I read the first line as "is it mine" and nearly had a mental heart attack.
