I carried my own ashes to the mountains
The Sword watched the matrimonial graces with all the air of concentration and stifled amusements. Content they were celebrating and uniting with one another (finally might have crossed his mind, but he kept those thoughts to himself again). Knives and crimson, ice and flames, lantern lights across a sea of glass, ceremonial ends and beginnings all in one series of moments.
His smile was broad when everything was completed, a round of applause echoing from his gloved hands. “Congratulations,” was a following volley, before he snagged at one of his gifts to the couple.
Giving Evie a purposeful glance (for it was tradition, after all), he unfurled the rally of fireworks already intricately woven and neatly conspired from days before, created with the festivities in mind. A flurry of dazzling images and shot towards the dusky sky: symbols of hunters with bows and sentinel ornamentation, polar bears and foxes gliding and rambling around each other, before ultimately casting other things, like phallic symbols.
His smile was broad when everything was completed, a round of applause echoing from his gloved hands. “Congratulations,” was a following volley, before he snagged at one of his gifts to the couple.
Giving Evie a purposeful glance (for it was tradition, after all), he unfurled the rally of fireworks already intricately woven and neatly conspired from days before, created with the festivities in mind. A flurry of dazzling images and shot towards the dusky sky: symbols of hunters with bows and sentinel ornamentation, polar bears and foxes gliding and rambling around each other, before ultimately casting other things, like phallic symbols.
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