"You have given me something." The Angel's hand comes up to rest on the human's chest over his heart.
Then he watches Galahad and finally lets his hand slide away from his chest at the idea that he's about to be given something. Beelzebub takes the ring knowing, even before it is spoken, that it's important. He takes it gratefully, eyes gazing into Galahad's. He can't help the rising feeling of weighted emotion, that this is like humans exchanging rings as a vow. His hand closed tightly around he ring and the fire flares in his wings briefly. The ring is gone when he opens his hand.
"I've bound it to me, like my swords. It will never be lost or far from me, even when I drop the physical form I wear." The way the conversation has turned serves to sober the angel some though his head was still swimming with booze.
A moment passes and then he removes the necklace he wears; black leather cord in the back, and silver in the front. It's a pair of jackal heads biting down on a twisted silver piece reminiscent of rope in texture. He unclasps the head, pressing down so the mouth opens, the teeth of the jackal through a ring acting as the clasp. He slides it around Galahad's neck and clasps it. It hangs much lower on the smaller human but it still brings a pleased smile to the angel upon seeing it there on his lover.
"It's the emblem of my rank as the High Prince of Chaos. A rank you now share." Beelzebub's hand comes up to touch it now that it lays on against the other man's chest. The necklace itself feels like the angel, as if his presence is right there, in contact, and it has its own warmth much like the angel.
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Then he watches Galahad and finally lets his hand slide away from his chest at the idea that he's about to be given something. Beelzebub takes the ring knowing, even before it is spoken, that it's important. He takes it gratefully, eyes gazing into Galahad's. He can't help the rising feeling of weighted emotion, that this is like humans exchanging rings as a vow. His hand closed tightly around he ring and the fire flares in his wings briefly. The ring is gone when he opens his hand.
"I've bound it to me, like my swords. It will never be lost or far from me, even when I drop the physical form I wear." The way the conversation has turned serves to sober the angel some though his head was still swimming with booze.
A moment passes and then he removes the necklace he wears; black leather cord in the back, and silver in the front. It's a pair of jackal heads biting down on a twisted silver piece reminiscent of rope in texture. He unclasps the head, pressing down so the mouth opens, the teeth of the jackal through a ring acting as the clasp. He slides it around Galahad's neck and clasps it. It hangs much lower on the smaller human but it still brings a pleased smile to the angel upon seeing it there on his lover.
"It's the emblem of my rank as the High Prince of Chaos. A rank you now share." Beelzebub's hand comes up to touch it now that it lays on against the other man's chest. The necklace itself feels like the angel, as if his presence is right there, in contact, and it has its own warmth much like the angel.