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Artan Stillman (tatsandwaffles) wrote in utr_logs,

Cassidy actually left well enough alone when Artan said they wouldn't like the story. He tilted his head as if punctuating Soren's question.

Artan chuckled slightly, "Awkwardly. See, I'm no romantic, I mean, I can be, but I hate cliche. So she showed up for lunch one day and I just slipped the ring on her finger and asked her. I didn't get fancy with it or nothin'. After all, we see diamonds and rubies and all that crap every day. To us, it's not all that impressive. I got her a locket ring - a poison ring - because that was actually practical for her. Not to mention, I kind of like the idea of little hidden compartments for stuff, and the ring's an antique. I had to ask Bill to find it for me, even. An authentic, eighteenth century assassin's ring. It doesn't even look like one, if you just glance at it, but it's striking, to say the least." He sat up and inspected his work before setting back into it, wiping away the excess ink and the bit of blood that Soren had seeped. "You know, your skin's a lot like your dad's. It's thick, but it takes to ink well."