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Every Repost is a Repost Repost ([personal profile] repost) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2015-02-12 08:52 pm

Unusual Show of Affection

UNUSUAL SHOW OF AFFECTION
shipping meme


You don't have to give this person anything to prove you care. But maybe you want to; it's an easy way of letting them know your affection and telling them you're open to a relationship. If you're already with your love interest, a gift might just remind them of your feelings. Most would give flowers or chocolate or offer up a night of quality time or chores done. Those are the usual.

You're not usual yourself. Neither is the person you're with...or want to be with. You'll have to go for the unusual.

So whether it's building your crush a robot to ask them out, making your friend-or-possibly-more the best fifteen course meal they've ever had, or teaching your significant other to be the strongest ninja warrior, go big or go home. Or go where it's natural, given how unconventional you can be.

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ilignus: (♛ 05)

[personal profile] ilignus 2015-02-13 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ This is a private matter. As good as servants may be to minding their own business, it's something he'd rather keep to themselves. Call it the suspicious nature of the dwarfs if you absolutely must. ]

Not that I am aware.

[ Had it and he himself forgot? Unlikely.

He produces a small metal box from his pocket. Around it are intricate designs and runes; the box a color of deep slated blue. Everything about it seemed to be as dwarrow as possible. Quite a contrast from the ring inside. He finally looks to her as he offers her the box on his palm.

If she catches a glimpse of joy in the corner of his eyes, that is entirely her imagination.
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albugineous: (down; intense)

[personal profile] albugineous 2015-02-13 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Amused despite herself, Thranduil sets her goblet down on the table and wipes her fingertips on the linen napkin draped across her lap before reaching out to pluck the box from Thorin's hands. She knows how particular dwarves are about their craftsmanship, and she wouldn't want to smudge any grease across the surface of the box.

Her knowledge of runes is rudimentary at best, a knowledge long left to languish in the back of her mind, but what she can parse has something warm and fond pooling in her belly, her heart kicking up just a notch.

Inside the box, when she finally opens it, lies a small, golden ring, a perfectly round pearl clutched by delicately-wrought gold. Unlike the box it came in, there is little about the ring that screams dwarrow, as the designs are swirling and shifting like the gentle eddying of a forest stream, and the stone is soft and serene as it lies clasped in gold. There are no sharp corners or harsh lines here, and the fact that Thorin has created something so obviously in her style — for she knows it was Thorin who made this ring for her; he is not the type to give her gifts such as these if made by another's hands — has that warmth in her belly stretching out to suffuse her limbs and her cheeks as well.]


It's beautiful. [She picks it out of the box and slides it carefully onto one of her fingers; it fits perfectly. Of course it does. She allows herself to admire it for a moment, before turning her gaze to look at the dwarf beside her.] But what use have I for baubles? [Best not let this moment get too sappy.]
ilignus: (♛ 13)

#donewithyourshit

[personal profile] ilignus 2015-02-15 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ His grin falters to a more typical stern look. ]

You are a queen, are you not?

[ No, there was too much joy in her eyes for her to really feel this way. Their time together has taught Thorin much about reading Thranduil's true intentions. Elves. Never saying what they really mean - and Thranduil it seems worse than others.

His own gaze lands to the ring on her hand. A ring he forged, of course it would fit perfectly. Without intimate knowledge of her hands, he could have judged the size from a look. It was difficult to keep back a small swell of pride at how well the intricately done gold and perfect pearl seemed to be made for her hand.

He holds out his hand so he may get a better view of it on hers.
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