Percival sighed fondly, a warmth filling his chest. Leiland was beautiful in the low firelight of the morning, the red glow of Ro'ro'ro'ro'ro'kin'drath filtering in through the windows of his tower and painting his lover's skin in warm tones. The contrast was striking and Percival couldn't help but be captivated by the sight.
"You were perfect," he assured Leiland, leaning down to kiss him briefly. "I rarely sleep, but it was relaxing to have you here." He ran his fingers through Leiland's hair. "I made you something, while you were sleeping. I thought you might appreciate it." He imagined the only reason that Leiland hadn't noticed the absence of his armor and sword was that he was still waking up. Taking the pactwraith's hand, he slipped the ring he'd made onto his finger. It was a dark silver like gunmetal, not quite black but deep in color, with a stone of residuum at its center. The armor and sword it held would match. Lifting Leiland's hand to his lips, he pressed a kiss to it, then released it so that he could examine the ring.
"I thought you might like an way to access your armor and sword," he said. "So that you could change forms more easily. I may have enhanced both. You're mine now, after all."