[A quirk of his lips, his eyes shining both in that amusement and heat as he leans in just a little more, but still not close enough.]
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
[For all that differences, they still find common ground, and for all their frustrations and turbulent past, they've somehow managed to come back together. And he still believes that were it not for what happened, were it not for those external factors, they could have had what they have now. Though in some respects, perhaps what they have no is better because of that past. It was painful, terrible, hurtful...left so many wounds and scars between them. Yet also allowed them to deepen the bond. Makes them treasure it more, no matter how fragile it may still be.
With that, there's the final soft snap of the lace, his hand pushing the rest of the dress just enough so that it will start to fall away. He's undressed countless times, yet this one... Somehow it feels different in a way he can't quite place. Still not as powerful as it might have been were this her real wedding dress, but more than any other. Deeper meanings perhaps laid by the words from earlier, by the phantom weight he feels on his finger when they first "tried" on those rings. Emotions they are perhaps still not quite ready for...yet want all the same.
A complicated thing, enough to raise that adrenaline and quicken his pulse as his eyes drift down over her.]
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And I wouldn't have it any other way.
[For all that differences, they still find common ground, and for all their frustrations and turbulent past, they've somehow managed to come back together. And he still believes that were it not for what happened, were it not for those external factors, they could have had what they have now. Though in some respects, perhaps what they have no is better because of that past. It was painful, terrible, hurtful...left so many wounds and scars between them. Yet also allowed them to deepen the bond. Makes them treasure it more, no matter how fragile it may still be.
With that, there's the final soft snap of the lace, his hand pushing the rest of the dress just enough so that it will start to fall away. He's undressed countless times, yet this one... Somehow it feels different in a way he can't quite place. Still not as powerful as it might have been were this her real wedding dress, but more than any other. Deeper meanings perhaps laid by the words from earlier, by the phantom weight he feels on his finger when they first "tried" on those rings. Emotions they are perhaps still not quite ready for...yet want all the same.
A complicated thing, enough to raise that adrenaline and quicken his pulse as his eyes drift down over her.]