[Everything about this moment is perfect, and the only thing that could make it more perfect is for it to be their wedding day. For him to be holding her up with their arms around one another in this little envelope of stars and lights and snowflakes that they've created for themselves. For her to be in her wedding dress with flowers in her hair. For their friends to be with them, celebrating and laughing and smiling alongside both herself and Eustace.
The image of it is so perfect that, as he returns the words to her, she wants to cry. She doesn't—she'll save the rest of her joyful tears for the wedding day because Shiva only knows she's going to need them, but she does steady herself with a quivering breath that spreads over his lips as he kisses her.
Back then, when they had said those words—"marry me"—they had no idea what it meant. Too caught up in the moment to care or realize, or even pause to think that maybe it would lead somewhere in the end... but back then, she didn't think it would ever take her here. From a pretend wedding that she wished, in the back of her mind, was real, to a wedding that is looming just on the horizon.
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The image of it is so perfect that, as he returns the words to her, she wants to cry. She doesn't—she'll save the rest of her joyful tears for the wedding day because Shiva only knows she's going to need them, but she does steady herself with a quivering breath that spreads over his lips as he kisses her.
Back then, when they had said those words—"marry me"—they had no idea what it meant. Too caught up in the moment to care or realize, or even pause to think that maybe it would lead somewhere in the end... but back then, she didn't think it would ever take her here. From a pretend wedding that she wished, in the back of her mind, was real, to a wedding that is looming just on the horizon.
A real one.
Their real one.]
... You think we're ready?