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Waiting was never Gideon’s strong suit, but he promised to himself he would ask about the ring when they got a chance alone. He doesn’t want to bring up something he shouldn’t in front of Frost and Gricko. He’s mature enough to wait for a private moment with Kremy but he certainly wanted that moment to come sooner rather than later.
He hadn’t noticed the way he was digging his fingers into the skin just above where his manacles sat, until he felt a cool scaly hand gently pull his hand away. He risked a glance at Kremy, concern evident on his face. Gideon tried to smile and wave his concern away.
The weight that sat in his stomach sank deeper as Kremy pulled away, clearly unconvinced.
Gideon almost didn’t want to ask about the ring. A small part of him hoped that it was just a trinket Kremy wanted to sell for a quick gold piece or two. Usually when they do jewelry heists, Gideon is in on the plan and they usually grab more than one piece. He knew, almost instinctively, that ring had some sort of importance to Kremy.
He’d seen Kremy pull something out of his pocket, he didn’t get a good look at it but he knew that it must be that damned ring.
The more he thinks about that ring, the more he wished he’d destroyed it last night. The more Gideon thought about that ring, the more he thought about who it was for, and the more he hated the idea of them. Who would even be interesting enough for Kremy to want to get settled down with.
Kremy had called their marriage at the carnival ironic, and then he goes and steals a wedding band for some fucking nobody. He’s Kremy’s best friend, he would know Kremy had been planning on settling down or at the very least he would know who this fucking person was.
Gideon felt his hair burn brighter as he ruminated on this issue. He ran a hand through it in an attempt to calm himself down, but the flames just flitted up higher.
He really needed that moment alone with Kremy to happen.