Karl Urban and Dougray Scott (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dougray): rings
2017-09-21 10:00karl_urban
karl_urbanplayers only. backdated. takes place after this proposal.
It's not like they need a Cit-affiliated jeweller for this but Karl feels better for it. Waiting inside for the owner, the store closed to just them for an hour, he reaches for Dougray's hand and gives it a squeeze. "You excited?" Even if Dougray's not, and Harry's left the choice to his lovers, it's okay, Karl's more than excited enough for the three of them.
"Yes. And I'm really excited to see you looking so happy," Dougray tells his sir with a smile. It's true: Karl gets excited like a kid on Christmas morning, the one who ate up all the sweets in his advent calendar on the first day and has barely been holding it together since, waiting to open his presents all at once in a mushroom cloud of wrapping paper and shiny ribbons. "Do you already have an idea of what you're looking for?"
"Not really," Karl admits. "But I'd like something more than just plain bands." He smiles back. "What about you? What would you like?"
"Diamonds, of course," Dougray answers, his lips curling and giving away the tease. He's certainly not the actor among the three of them. "I agree, not too plain. Something distinctive, that's only for us." Because he can, he steps closer and slips his arm around his sir's waist.
Karl smiles at Dougray, about to say something more when a man steps out from the back room.
"Gentlemen? Sorry to keep you waiting. I'm Allan Hill," he says, holding out his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Urban, Mr. Scott. I understand Mr. Sinclair is not joining us today?"
Karl shakes the man's hand and watches Dougray do the same. "No, he's... busy with work in London," he says, not quite sure what to make of him yet.
"And he's left the two of you to choose," Allan says, leading them towards a long case of rings on the far side of the room. "This is for a commitment ceremony. Single bands?" When Karl nods, he asks, "White or gold metal?"
"White," Karl blurts out before looking to Dougray. "Right. You mean platinum, white gold...?"
"I think platinum would be perfect," Dougray murmurs, sneaking a curious glance at Karl. It's rare for his lover to seem like he's anything other than in complete control, but in this moment he actually seems a little rattled. "We can probably start there."
"We have some lovely bands available in platinum," Allan says, pulling velvet-padded display trays from the cases. "From simplest to most ornate. How do you boys feel about jewels?"
Boys. Karl grits his teeth for a moment before responding, something about the guy pinging him in a way he doesn't like, but fine, they're here to pick out rings, not become best mates and he is club-affiliated. "No jewels."
Allan nods and picks up a plain wedding band, holding it out for them both to see. "This is very popular. A classic simple wide wedding band."
"It's gorgeous but we're looking for something a little more distinctive, clearly matching," Karl says. "But no jewels."
Allan takes that in stride and shows them a second ring with a distinctive T design. "This one's in rose gold but we can make it in platinum."
"And if the three of you are willing to consider other metals, you might find that titanium and tungsten interest you," he adds. "Such as this one: brushed titanium and black zebra wood."
Dougray nods. "That's...um," he says unhelpfully, but he can't quite decide whether he finds the ring intriguing or simply ugly. "What's that one?" he asks, pointing to a silver-toned ring with an interesting watermark pattern.
"Ahh, this is Damascus steel," Allan says, pulling the velvet display box from the case. "And I see that you're," he regards their hands earnestly, "a ten, perhaps ten and a half, and an eleven. What size is Mr. Sinclair?"
Shit. Dougray presses his lips together in a flat line to keep himself in check. He's got no clue what size ring Harry would wear, and the best idea he's got is to turn and present his ass with an invitation for Allan to measure his hole. Bad idea, and probably again unhelpful.
"About the same size," Karl says. "I'll have him check when we decide." He fingers the various rings, picking them up in turn to take a closer look. "I don't like this one," he says, handing Allan back the one with the wood. "And I think the second one kind of looks like an animal print. But I like that one," he says, pointing to the Dougray's holding now. "What's it?"
"Ahh, this collection is blended from titanium and meteorite. Each piece is one of a kind," Allan says, holding out the ring for his customers to examine.
"Meteorite?" Dougray looks at him curiously. "What is that, iron? Nickel?"
The salesman pinches his lips together, displeased at the wholly inelegant and commonplace explanation. "Yes. You are very well-informed."
"So they just call it meteorite to be fancy?" Karl asks, checking in with Dougray, rather enjoying the look on Allan's face. He points out another ring. "I know we said we didn't want jewels or anything, but I kinda like that one."
"Oh." Dougray blinks, then reaches out to touch the ring.
"A mother of pearl inlay," Allan rushes to inform them, lifting the ring out of its case. "The finest tungsten carbide."
For once the details float right past Dougray, and he ignores them in favor of simplicity. "It looks like the ocean."
Karl nods. "It does. I think Harry would like it too," he murmurs.
Dougray links his fingers with his lover's, looking up to softly ask, "Do you love it?"
Karl takes the ring from Allan, giving Dougray's hand a squeeze as he examines it more closely. "I do," he says, nodding finally, the ring something he can easily imagine wearing forever. "This is the one I want."
Smiling broadly, Dougray looks at the salesman. And he snugs up closer to Karl, slipping an arm around his waist. Then deciding to hell with it all and seizing the opportunity for a kiss before witnesses.
Karl grins into the kiss, unable to help himself. Deepens it, not caring that Allan's watching. "I love you," he whispers.
"I love you too," Dougray whispers back, sure he's grinning like a fool. "I love that we're doing this."
"Me too," Karl nods, unable to look away for a long moment. Finally he gives himself a shake and even flashes Allan a smile. "So, we'll take three of that one there. You've got our sizes and I'll call you with Harry's this afternoon."
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It's not like they need a Cit-affiliated jeweller for this but Karl feels better for it. Waiting inside for the owner, the store closed to just them for an hour, he reaches for Dougray's hand and gives it a squeeze. "You excited?" Even if Dougray's not, and Harry's left the choice to his lovers, it's okay, Karl's more than excited enough for the three of them.
"Yes. And I'm really excited to see you looking so happy," Dougray tells his sir with a smile. It's true: Karl gets excited like a kid on Christmas morning, the one who ate up all the sweets in his advent calendar on the first day and has barely been holding it together since, waiting to open his presents all at once in a mushroom cloud of wrapping paper and shiny ribbons. "Do you already have an idea of what you're looking for?"
"Not really," Karl admits. "But I'd like something more than just plain bands." He smiles back. "What about you? What would you like?"
"Diamonds, of course," Dougray answers, his lips curling and giving away the tease. He's certainly not the actor among the three of them. "I agree, not too plain. Something distinctive, that's only for us." Because he can, he steps closer and slips his arm around his sir's waist.
Karl smiles at Dougray, about to say something more when a man steps out from the back room.
"Gentlemen? Sorry to keep you waiting. I'm Allan Hill," he says, holding out his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Urban, Mr. Scott. I understand Mr. Sinclair is not joining us today?"
Karl shakes the man's hand and watches Dougray do the same. "No, he's... busy with work in London," he says, not quite sure what to make of him yet.
"And he's left the two of you to choose," Allan says, leading them towards a long case of rings on the far side of the room. "This is for a commitment ceremony. Single bands?" When Karl nods, he asks, "White or gold metal?"
"White," Karl blurts out before looking to Dougray. "Right. You mean platinum, white gold...?"
"I think platinum would be perfect," Dougray murmurs, sneaking a curious glance at Karl. It's rare for his lover to seem like he's anything other than in complete control, but in this moment he actually seems a little rattled. "We can probably start there."
"We have some lovely bands available in platinum," Allan says, pulling velvet-padded display trays from the cases. "From simplest to most ornate. How do you boys feel about jewels?"
Boys. Karl grits his teeth for a moment before responding, something about the guy pinging him in a way he doesn't like, but fine, they're here to pick out rings, not become best mates and he is club-affiliated. "No jewels."
Allan nods and picks up a plain wedding band, holding it out for them both to see. "This is very popular. A classic simple wide wedding band."
"It's gorgeous but we're looking for something a little more distinctive, clearly matching," Karl says. "But no jewels."
Allan takes that in stride and shows them a second ring with a distinctive T design. "This one's in rose gold but we can make it in platinum."
"And if the three of you are willing to consider other metals, you might find that titanium and tungsten interest you," he adds. "Such as this one: brushed titanium and black zebra wood."
Dougray nods. "That's...um," he says unhelpfully, but he can't quite decide whether he finds the ring intriguing or simply ugly. "What's that one?" he asks, pointing to a silver-toned ring with an interesting watermark pattern.
"Ahh, this is Damascus steel," Allan says, pulling the velvet display box from the case. "And I see that you're," he regards their hands earnestly, "a ten, perhaps ten and a half, and an eleven. What size is Mr. Sinclair?"
Shit. Dougray presses his lips together in a flat line to keep himself in check. He's got no clue what size ring Harry would wear, and the best idea he's got is to turn and present his ass with an invitation for Allan to measure his hole. Bad idea, and probably again unhelpful.
"About the same size," Karl says. "I'll have him check when we decide." He fingers the various rings, picking them up in turn to take a closer look. "I don't like this one," he says, handing Allan back the one with the wood. "And I think the second one kind of looks like an animal print. But I like that one," he says, pointing to the Dougray's holding now. "What's it?"
"Ahh, this collection is blended from titanium and meteorite. Each piece is one of a kind," Allan says, holding out the ring for his customers to examine.
"Meteorite?" Dougray looks at him curiously. "What is that, iron? Nickel?"
The salesman pinches his lips together, displeased at the wholly inelegant and commonplace explanation. "Yes. You are very well-informed."
"So they just call it meteorite to be fancy?" Karl asks, checking in with Dougray, rather enjoying the look on Allan's face. He points out another ring. "I know we said we didn't want jewels or anything, but I kinda like that one."
"Oh." Dougray blinks, then reaches out to touch the ring.
"A mother of pearl inlay," Allan rushes to inform them, lifting the ring out of its case. "The finest tungsten carbide."
For once the details float right past Dougray, and he ignores them in favor of simplicity. "It looks like the ocean."
Karl nods. "It does. I think Harry would like it too," he murmurs.
Dougray links his fingers with his lover's, looking up to softly ask, "Do you love it?"
Karl takes the ring from Allan, giving Dougray's hand a squeeze as he examines it more closely. "I do," he says, nodding finally, the ring something he can easily imagine wearing forever. "This is the one I want."
Smiling broadly, Dougray looks at the salesman. And he snugs up closer to Karl, slipping an arm around his waist. Then deciding to hell with it all and seizing the opportunity for a kiss before witnesses.
Karl grins into the kiss, unable to help himself. Deepens it, not caring that Allan's watching. "I love you," he whispers.
"I love you too," Dougray whispers back, sure he's grinning like a fool. "I love that we're doing this."
"Me too," Karl nods, unable to look away for a long moment. Finally he gives himself a shake and even flashes Allan a smile. "So, we'll take three of that one there. You've got our sizes and I'll call you with Harry's this afternoon."
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