"Oh?" Genesis practically purrs, watching Angeal move. He heads in the opposite direction of their home, which can only mean towards the smithy. While Genesis doesn't do much with patience, he waits quietly for Angeal to return with a curious look. Genesis knows it's something important with the way Angeal simply exists in his body like that. Unsure, but determined, underlying worries that Genesis has watched haunt his mate for a while now.

It's when Angeal sits down again that Genesis presses closer, sharing his warmth like a worried cat.

"It needs only come from you to suit me, beloved," he assures, and watches Angeal finally open the box. There's a soft, gentle exhale of "oh..."

They are beautiful. Intricacy be damned, the soft sheen of Angeal's feathers have always captivated him, and that's no exception now. The fondness creeps into his smile, into the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. The whole of him melts into something sweet and sure, and utterly adoring as he carefully picks them up.

The bracelet he slips on immediately, admiring it over the curve of his wrist for a moment. Then he's slipping his hands up to his earlobe, and removing the silver earring he typically wears to one side. It's replaced by that downy feather, the seating letting the pearly fuzz delicately brush along his neck. Genesis runs his fingers over it, purring aloud to the feel of it along his pulse. Like it's been missing beside the drum of his heart this entire time, a part of Angeal always on him.

With his head tipped to one side to enjoy the tactile feeling, Genesis smiles up at his mate.

"Yes, they absolutely do suit me, as predicted. You always have, and always will, after all. So what do you think?"