Evie
I see what lies heavy on your heart
From a small distance Belial’s hooting joins the fray, making it infinitely harder to keep not just her composure, but her lilting and arrogant tone. “Well it would be for the reception,” sneaks out slyly, aware of his outlook on puns and other wordplay and grinning like a fox because of it. Sometimes the greatest fun and revenge she can have on her beloved is merely being the biggest, cringiest pain in the ass she can possibly manage to be.
“Or just make the sparkler sticks really, really long. Maybe even utilize them as a weapon to keep annoying guests from talking to me.” Not that she anticipates them having any such guests at such a small and private affair, but the imagery is amusing. “Though I think the light show spotlight should be reserved for the fireworks. It’s tradition at this point.” One she would be childishly delighted to see on the skyline at their own wedding.
“Or just make the sparkler sticks really, really long. Maybe even utilize them as a weapon to keep annoying guests from talking to me.” Not that she anticipates them having any such guests at such a small and private affair, but the imagery is amusing. “Though I think the light show spotlight should be reserved for the fireworks. It’s tradition at this point.” One she would be childishly delighted to see on the skyline at their own wedding.
and the strength you still keep inside
