They could not be mistaken for anything else.
Scotty had gotten the note while he was at GAME that his order was ready to pick up, and so, in between shifts when he was due to go over to Mai's, he stopped to pick it up. He'd already paid in advance on this particular Christmas present, and he had been somewhat anxiously watching the days tick by towards Christmas, hoping they would be done in time.
And they were.
He wasn't quite prepared for the feeling he got when he looked at them for the first time; it was an intense rush of things. Love. Hope. A fluttering nervousness. A shining joy. A certain weight. He was looking at something that he and Harold would have for the rest of their lives. And Scotty knew it. He could feel it.
The forger had done a good job -- beat the metal into these rings, then sent it to a jeweler for final sizing, and polishing.
The result was a pair of matching wedding bands; wide, gold and shining, there could be absolutely no mistaking them for vanity or casual jewelry. They looked, and were, the visual representative of a permanent commitment.
His hands were trembling some, when he took them out of the box to look them over, just as they trembled when he carefully sized Harold's ring finger with a piece of ribbon while Harold slept. He almost fumbled and dropped the ring, but didn't. His was a half-size smaller, though equally wide. And Scotty knew he should try it for size, but he didn't want to until he and Harold were together.
The inside was engraved, tiny etched script...
Harold & Scotty
...with space left under that for the date. Just in case they had to postpone. Or move it up to sooner.
The gold rings, under the jeweler's display lights, cast halos into his palm, and reflected light across one another. Despite his general pragmatism, even Scotty couldn't miss the beauty of that particular metaphor.
"Are they what you expected?" the jeweler asked, a knowing little smile on his face as he watched.
Scotty carefully put the rings back into the black velvet box they were in. And only then did his hands quit trembling quite so badly. And he looked up with a smile. "Even better."
As he left the shop, he put the ring box in the inside pocket of his coat.
The rings they would wear forever after spent their first hours in his possession resting right over his heart.
Scotty had gotten the note while he was at GAME that his order was ready to pick up, and so, in between shifts when he was due to go over to Mai's, he stopped to pick it up. He'd already paid in advance on this particular Christmas present, and he had been somewhat anxiously watching the days tick by towards Christmas, hoping they would be done in time.
And they were.
He wasn't quite prepared for the feeling he got when he looked at them for the first time; it was an intense rush of things. Love. Hope. A fluttering nervousness. A shining joy. A certain weight. He was looking at something that he and Harold would have for the rest of their lives. And Scotty knew it. He could feel it.
The forger had done a good job -- beat the metal into these rings, then sent it to a jeweler for final sizing, and polishing.
The result was a pair of matching wedding bands; wide, gold and shining, there could be absolutely no mistaking them for vanity or casual jewelry. They looked, and were, the visual representative of a permanent commitment.
His hands were trembling some, when he took them out of the box to look them over, just as they trembled when he carefully sized Harold's ring finger with a piece of ribbon while Harold slept. He almost fumbled and dropped the ring, but didn't. His was a half-size smaller, though equally wide. And Scotty knew he should try it for size, but he didn't want to until he and Harold were together.
The inside was engraved, tiny etched script...
Harold & Scotty
...with space left under that for the date. Just in case they had to postpone. Or move it up to sooner.
The gold rings, under the jeweler's display lights, cast halos into his palm, and reflected light across one another. Despite his general pragmatism, even Scotty couldn't miss the beauty of that particular metaphor.
"Are they what you expected?" the jeweler asked, a knowing little smile on his face as he watched.
Scotty carefully put the rings back into the black velvet box they were in. And only then did his hands quit trembling quite so badly. And he looked up with a smile. "Even better."
As he left the shop, he put the ring box in the inside pocket of his coat.
The rings they would wear forever after spent their first hours in his possession resting right over his heart.