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The question came out as a whisper. A faint request in the dark, after time spent tracing each others’ bodies, committing each curve and divot to memory, as if they’d vanish at any moment.
It was an acknowledgement that they might not ever get the chance to in
The question came out as a whisper. A faint request in the dark, after time spent tracing each others’ bodies, committing each curve and divot to memory, as if they’d vanish at any moment.
It was an acknowledgement that they might not ever get the chance to in
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And so, in the earliest hours of the morning, the sun only just beginning to peek above the horizon to witness it, a war heroine and a turncoat snuck
And they were married.
Reading off of vows hastily scribbled the night before, their hearts bleeding out onto
Sealed with simple rings transfigured from spoons; a thin, silver band for each of them, pushed onto warm fingers with shaky, eager hands.
Dandelions and tall grass brushing against their legs; proof that things could still grow, even in days defined by darkness and
In the middle of a war, love still found a way to hold its ground. To shower two young people with its hope and comfort –– a most beautiful gift in a world rampaged with loss.
And as they made their way back to their safe haven of a room and loved each other with gentle eyes and piercing
Because they were here, now, and they had this moment.
And that was all they needed.