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organicmeatbag) wrote2007-06-09 08:29 am
organicmeatbag) wrote2007-06-09 08:29 am
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[M-OOM] Alderaan
There were too many rings, far too many to choose from, and Revan stood, looking around at all of them, with no idea where to begin. For one, all the rings looked the same to him. And he was not even certain what he was doing in the shop to begin with.
No, that was not true. He knew what he wanted and what had turned him into the store, but Kira never brought it up and he had no idea how she felt on the subject. That is, other than the one time she had said she had not wanted to marry because she was pregnant and not even he had wanted to be married then, but that conversation had been five years ago for Revan.
Revan might not seem like the marrying type, but it seemed like the logical conclusion to him now: babies, house, and marriage. (Not that it was always in that order, and even when the babies had not arrived and the house had not found or bought yet.)
And so he moved to looking at another ring that seemed identical to the last seven.
"May I help you?"
Revan looked up from the small cut ring to the young Alderaanian man standing behind the counter. "I was looking for a ring for my..." He trailed off; the man was now blinking at him, as though he was trying to recall where he had seen Revan before.
His brow furrowed. "Are you...?"
Revan sighed. "No, you have never seen me before in your life," and the gesture of the hand was almost unnoticeable.
"No, I guess I've never seen you before in my life," the young man repeated, his stare blank before he turned his attention back to the rings. "You were looking for a ring?"
"Yes, for my girlfriend."
It was almost amusing how the young man's demeanor shifted to being one of elated, his eyebrows rising and a small twinkle in his eyes. "For an engagement?" He was hoping for a big sale, Revan knew.
There was something about the word that made Revan frown though. Engagement. Commitment. Entrapment. His brow furrowed. "Yes. I think." He was not certain how Kira felt about being tied down to him. But he knew what he wanted.
"...You think?"
"No. I mean, yes. Yes, that it is for an engagement."
"Then you do not want these rings," the man said, walking around the counter to lead him to another. "What you're looking for is over here."
Revan frowned at the case he had been to; these rings looked no different than the others he had been looking at with the exception of the stone maybe. "It is?"
"Yes," the man sighed. "Trust me. Now, do you know if she has a favorite setting, a cut, what sort of band she prefers...?" But the man trailed off at the look on Revan's face. "No, I should've known. Do you know her ring size, at least?" Again, the man sighed at the look on Revan's face though. "We can always resize it later, if we have to."
Revan watched the man as he keyed open the display case, reaching in to pull one of the many rings out. It was huge, too huge of a stone, and Revan found himself laughing; the ring would probably cost more than the Hawk, he knew that much. "I don't think so," he said before the man had even finished taking the ring out of the case.
"Right, something more demure then?" And this time the man pulled out a much smaller ring, but Revan found himself wrinkling his nose at it; there was too much going on with it, he wanted something simpler. But not even the next ring the man pulled out was simple enough.
"I see this is going to take awhile," the man grumbled beneath his breath and Revan tried not to smirk.
No, that was not true. He knew what he wanted and what had turned him into the store, but Kira never brought it up and he had no idea how she felt on the subject. That is, other than the one time she had said she had not wanted to marry because she was pregnant and not even he had wanted to be married then, but that conversation had been five years ago for Revan.
Revan might not seem like the marrying type, but it seemed like the logical conclusion to him now: babies, house, and marriage. (Not that it was always in that order, and even when the babies had not arrived and the house had not found or bought yet.)
And so he moved to looking at another ring that seemed identical to the last seven.
"May I help you?"
Revan looked up from the small cut ring to the young Alderaanian man standing behind the counter. "I was looking for a ring for my..." He trailed off; the man was now blinking at him, as though he was trying to recall where he had seen Revan before.
His brow furrowed. "Are you...?"
Revan sighed. "No, you have never seen me before in your life," and the gesture of the hand was almost unnoticeable.
"No, I guess I've never seen you before in my life," the young man repeated, his stare blank before he turned his attention back to the rings. "You were looking for a ring?"
"Yes, for my girlfriend."
It was almost amusing how the young man's demeanor shifted to being one of elated, his eyebrows rising and a small twinkle in his eyes. "For an engagement?" He was hoping for a big sale, Revan knew.
There was something about the word that made Revan frown though. Engagement. Commitment. Entrapment. His brow furrowed. "Yes. I think." He was not certain how Kira felt about being tied down to him. But he knew what he wanted.
"...You think?"
"No. I mean, yes. Yes, that it is for an engagement."
"Then you do not want these rings," the man said, walking around the counter to lead him to another. "What you're looking for is over here."
Revan frowned at the case he had been to; these rings looked no different than the others he had been looking at with the exception of the stone maybe. "It is?"
"Yes," the man sighed. "Trust me. Now, do you know if she has a favorite setting, a cut, what sort of band she prefers...?" But the man trailed off at the look on Revan's face. "No, I should've known. Do you know her ring size, at least?" Again, the man sighed at the look on Revan's face though. "We can always resize it later, if we have to."
Revan watched the man as he keyed open the display case, reaching in to pull one of the many rings out. It was huge, too huge of a stone, and Revan found himself laughing; the ring would probably cost more than the Hawk, he knew that much. "I don't think so," he said before the man had even finished taking the ring out of the case.
"Right, something more demure then?" And this time the man pulled out a much smaller ring, but Revan found himself wrinkling his nose at it; there was too much going on with it, he wanted something simpler. But not even the next ring the man pulled out was simple enough.
"I see this is going to take awhile," the man grumbled beneath his breath and Revan tried not to smirk.