[She hadn't expected the night to end like this so soon, but maybe she should have. With the intoxicating way the rum mixed with the sweet taste of the apples and the even sweeter taste of him, now that she's in his arms being carried away, it's a mystery that it didn't end sooner. That they were able to hold out for as long as they did.
She really did want that dance and had plans to surprise him still long into the night, but she supposes it will have to wait for another time.
...
That is, if they don't wake up in the morning and decide to marry right then and there.
It's curious... The way that the flowers seem to shift and change with them. In between the red starflowers that bloom is a mix of ones with petals white as snow, their glow so serene and peaceful and beautiful with the way they shine in his eyes. Ones she's never seen before. She doesn't know where they come from, but rose petals litter their sheets, too. Not many, but enough that it leaves behind their scent. Enough that she can feel the silky petals against her skin as she moves with him...
A preview of what's to come later, she wonders, as she affords herself a glance at the ceiling where the white starflowers shimmer back down at her.
And as they wrap themselves up in each other and the bliss they chase together, as her wedding vows begin to write themselves all over her skin where his lips touch her, she wonders...
...
How in the world is she expected to go on like this? How in the world is she supposed to live with having to wait? To not be proclaimed his wife in this very moment so that the universe knows who she belongs with?
And how in the world has she managed for this long?]
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She really did want that dance and had plans to surprise him still long into the night, but she supposes it will have to wait for another time.
...
That is, if they don't wake up in the morning and decide to marry right then and there.
It's curious... The way that the flowers seem to shift and change with them. In between the red starflowers that bloom is a mix of ones with petals white as snow, their glow so serene and peaceful and beautiful with the way they shine in his eyes. Ones she's never seen before. She doesn't know where they come from, but rose petals litter their sheets, too. Not many, but enough that it leaves behind their scent. Enough that she can feel the silky petals against her skin as she moves with him...
A preview of what's to come later, she wonders, as she affords herself a glance at the ceiling where the white starflowers shimmer back down at her.
And as they wrap themselves up in each other and the bliss they chase together, as her wedding vows begin to write themselves all over her skin where his lips touch her, she wonders...
...
How in the world is she expected to go on like this? How in the world is she supposed to live with having to wait? To not be proclaimed his wife in this very moment so that the universe knows who she belongs with?
And how in the world has she managed for this long?]