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Once upon a time, a mute boy got engaged to a murderer. Oh wait. He didn’t. Because his murderer never presented him with his diamond engagement ring. Ever. Not for months. Months.
Fox reaches past me and flicks Bellamy’s nose. “We don’t disparage ourselves,” he grunts. We save that for the people we murder.
“I love how intuitive you are,” Fox chuckles, kissing my cheek. I smile brightly and wiggle to reward him; he should always kiss me every chance he gets. I’ve been training him for two months to habitually give me the affection I need to sustain my contentment, and I’m reaping the rewards for all my hard work every day.
Why yes, I could propose to Fox, but I didn’t buy him an engagement ring; he bought me one, so it would be weird for me to take a knee and ask for my engagement ring. I’m not against going against tradition, but I’m kind of a princess and definitely want my Reaper-in-shining-armor to present me with a ring in a romantic way. Call me old fashioned. What's that pointy princess cap called?
Two doms don’t make a right. That’s how the saying goes, I’m sure of it.
I mean, I’d give up my jewels for either of these men, and we all know how much my jewelry means to me. Though they would have to be in a hopeless situation where there is zero chance of either of them fixing it themselves before they die.
Anyways, the point is, I would, in fact, under certain circumstances, eventually, give up my jewels for either of them.
I ignore Bellamy’s outburst since it’s definitely the job of parents the world over to embarrass their kids with their love (the TV assures me this is true).
