she didn't want to love
she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
Amalia cannot help it: she laughs aloud at their antics, a level of mirth unbefitting someone in her role, but what is she to do? She has never seen a wedding so foolish, but she has never seen one so perfect, either, the pair of them enjoying each step, their adoration obvious in words an looks and literal glowing light.she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
She waits until they have finished leaping over flames, Ronin looking to all the world as though he might drop Remi in, before clearing her throat in mock-consternation, her grin betraying any real indignation. "If I may?"
“Next, Remi and Ronin would like to thank Ludo, the herald of Mort and guide of souls. It is by Mort’s love that our souls live on from this world and into the next, and it is by Ludo’s guidance that they find their way. In life, Remi and Ronin will guide one another, that their souls remain pure and noble, worthy to be held by Ludo’s love. In death, they ask their love to be allowed to continue to flourish. They say these vows into a lantern made for Ludo, that it might see how their souls are joined, and never let them part.”
Amalia picks up the lantern and holds it before the men, waiting for them each to ignite one of the two candles inside while making their third vow. She flashes Ronin a reassuring grin, mouthing one more, her own impatience and excitement bubbling beneath her breast.
Amalia
we are all b r o k e n
that's how the l i g h t gets in
that's how the l i g h t gets in
