Post by Rion Diamond on Jan 10, 2017 15:52:57 GMT -5
Rion laid his head in his hands as he sat a few miles before the island. Going back was something that he knew was needed. When he left, he needed to find himself. He had done that now. Now was the time for him to, not just find himself, but allow Quinn to find herself. To set her free and allow the two of them to love truly. Free of secrets, with the ability to allow secrets and feelings to transgress into something that would mean so much more to them. A diamond. That was far to Cliche as for his surname. He needed something better than that. Some other jewel. A better gem. Something special to Quinn. He closed his eyes and thought, letting his mind wander. A diamond was what everyone used to propose. He wanted to be different. He had given her diamonds before. That was who he was, a diamond. There was emeralds, rubies, sapphires. None of those fit. Opals, Amethyst. Still, nothing stuck out to him.
He refused to go back without letting his mind hit the right stone. He punched the ground, hard, causing it to shatter under his fist. He snarled. It had to be perfect. He refused to allow anything to ruin the moment that he wanted to be perfect. Quinn deserved perfection and dammit, she would have perfection. Looking down at the ground where he had punched, a shimmer of blue and mossy green stuck out to him. What was that? It didn’t react to him, it didn’t move out of the way like all of the other gems did when he commanded them too. He narrowed his eyes. Gems and jewels were meant to react to him. Meant to be controlled by him. This gem refused. He smiled and shook his head. He dug down deeper, pulling it from it’s cozy home. It was snuggly fit into the ground, obviously grown there. It was perfect. It would mesh with her flaming hair and the glimmer in those green eyes that he had lost himself in so many times. It was the perfect color for her. Looking down, he let his mind race, reading into all of the books of gems that he had read about until the name finally jumped out at him. Alexandrite. Remembering the textbook definition of the gem, he read it out loud to himself, “Outside in daylight, it is a cool bluish mossy green. Inside in lamplight, it is a red gem with a warm raspberry tone. You can watch it flick back and forth by switching from fluorescent to incandescent light. “ Perfect, he thought, and it was. It was a stone thought to be embedded in magic, making it something that Rion couldn’t touch using his magic.
He pulled out a stone working knife and got to work. After a few hours, he had it. The gem for a ring. He would just have to find a silver band to place it in. Rion was going to make Quinn his wife and hope that she would say yes. It was time to ask. They had broken the chains that tied the other down more than once. They never tied each other up or held each other back. That was what Rion wanted in a love and he had finally found it. Love was not a weakness. He had learned that the hard way. Instead, love was what gave you a reason to live. It caused you to fight for your life. Making you want to return and escaping the grasp of death. Loving Quinn made his will to live so strong that he was sure he couldn’t die unless she had passed before him. Death may want to keep coming for him, but no matter how many times it comes for him, no matter who it sends, death will not take him. Not as long as his Queen is by his side. Not as long as Quinn is by his side.
He refused to go back without letting his mind hit the right stone. He punched the ground, hard, causing it to shatter under his fist. He snarled. It had to be perfect. He refused to allow anything to ruin the moment that he wanted to be perfect. Quinn deserved perfection and dammit, she would have perfection. Looking down at the ground where he had punched, a shimmer of blue and mossy green stuck out to him. What was that? It didn’t react to him, it didn’t move out of the way like all of the other gems did when he commanded them too. He narrowed his eyes. Gems and jewels were meant to react to him. Meant to be controlled by him. This gem refused. He smiled and shook his head. He dug down deeper, pulling it from it’s cozy home. It was snuggly fit into the ground, obviously grown there. It was perfect. It would mesh with her flaming hair and the glimmer in those green eyes that he had lost himself in so many times. It was the perfect color for her. Looking down, he let his mind race, reading into all of the books of gems that he had read about until the name finally jumped out at him. Alexandrite. Remembering the textbook definition of the gem, he read it out loud to himself, “Outside in daylight, it is a cool bluish mossy green. Inside in lamplight, it is a red gem with a warm raspberry tone. You can watch it flick back and forth by switching from fluorescent to incandescent light. “ Perfect, he thought, and it was. It was a stone thought to be embedded in magic, making it something that Rion couldn’t touch using his magic.
He pulled out a stone working knife and got to work. After a few hours, he had it. The gem for a ring. He would just have to find a silver band to place it in. Rion was going to make Quinn his wife and hope that she would say yes. It was time to ask. They had broken the chains that tied the other down more than once. They never tied each other up or held each other back. That was what Rion wanted in a love and he had finally found it. Love was not a weakness. He had learned that the hard way. Instead, love was what gave you a reason to live. It caused you to fight for your life. Making you want to return and escaping the grasp of death. Loving Quinn made his will to live so strong that he was sure he couldn’t die unless she had passed before him. Death may want to keep coming for him, but no matter how many times it comes for him, no matter who it sends, death will not take him. Not as long as his Queen is by his side. Not as long as Quinn is by his side.