As she clung to his arm on their way into the temple, the emotions that washed over Faith, washed over Padraig too. Chances were, he would have felt it anyway. But their unique connection one with the other meant that what she felt, he did, and his own heightened senses and emotions combined with hers. It was a powerful, nearly overwhelming combination that while Padraig would have anticipated it had he not been focusing on his own set of nerves, it was nonetheless enough leave him a little weak in the knees. Hopefully he wouldn't end up like one of those poor rumored grooms Cyrus had warned him about...probably in an effort to mess with his head the way the older man had always done since he was young. Immortals please, don't let him be one of those men who went lock-kneed and fainted dead away at the altar.
The temple was filled with friends, family, all loved ones. But as they reached the altar and she took the bindings, he only had eyes for her. The ring that Faith put on his finger was a wonder. A marvel that would have required a particular sort of artisan to create it to her specifications, using materials he didn't think he'd seen before. Later, much later, he'd consider the whys of the details, but she'd chosen perfectly. He'd catch a glimpse of those numbers etched on the inside as well, and know exactly what they meant. It was perfect. But why not? She was perfect.
She liked to say that eloquence too often eluded her. But she was wrong. When she spoke, he smiled. She was an inspiration, whether she realized it or not. "It's perfect. You're perfect," he whispered as she began wrapping her part of the bindings around his arm. He'd made sure that Cyrus had given his ring for Faith, to Niv before the ceremony began, so turning to his little friend and best maid, he extended his free hand to take it back. Then turning back to Faith, he looked into his bride's eyes. "I used to believe that I knew that I loved you, for the very first time, when I watched you single-handedly taking on the Immortal's in defense of others, and me. Or when we were stranded together in the most unusual of places." A reference to them tumbling together through Treid's armpit, though she might be the only one here who recognized it.
"But then I thought, no, it was when you began an adventure through the woods in high heeled shoes and a gown, and ended up soaked to the skin with leaves in your ruined hair. Or even before that, when I opened my door to see you standing there for the very first time," he told her, referring to the morning she'd turned up, as a slave, for tutoring lessons. "But what I didn't realize was that, I believe now that I've always loved you. I just hadn't known it yet. I didn't know it until the trial I first saw you. And now I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life, and the next one, finding you again, each trial, and falling in love all over again."
And with that, Padraig slipped the ring on her finger. One she'd seen before, but briefly. Gold crafted into tangled vines, scattered with brilliant gemstone leaves that would wrap round and frame the stones embedded in her engagement ring. One of the same complimentary design. And once it was securely placed on her finger, he began wrapping his part of the bindings round her arm.
The temple was filled with friends, family, all loved ones. But as they reached the altar and she took the bindings, he only had eyes for her. The ring that Faith put on his finger was a wonder. A marvel that would have required a particular sort of artisan to create it to her specifications, using materials he didn't think he'd seen before. Later, much later, he'd consider the whys of the details, but she'd chosen perfectly. He'd catch a glimpse of those numbers etched on the inside as well, and know exactly what they meant. It was perfect. But why not? She was perfect.
She liked to say that eloquence too often eluded her. But she was wrong. When she spoke, he smiled. She was an inspiration, whether she realized it or not. "It's perfect. You're perfect," he whispered as she began wrapping her part of the bindings around his arm. He'd made sure that Cyrus had given his ring for Faith, to Niv before the ceremony began, so turning to his little friend and best maid, he extended his free hand to take it back. Then turning back to Faith, he looked into his bride's eyes. "I used to believe that I knew that I loved you, for the very first time, when I watched you single-handedly taking on the Immortal's in defense of others, and me. Or when we were stranded together in the most unusual of places." A reference to them tumbling together through Treid's armpit, though she might be the only one here who recognized it.
"But then I thought, no, it was when you began an adventure through the woods in high heeled shoes and a gown, and ended up soaked to the skin with leaves in your ruined hair. Or even before that, when I opened my door to see you standing there for the very first time," he told her, referring to the morning she'd turned up, as a slave, for tutoring lessons. "But what I didn't realize was that, I believe now that I've always loved you. I just hadn't known it yet. I didn't know it until the trial I first saw you. And now I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life, and the next one, finding you again, each trial, and falling in love all over again."
And with that, Padraig slipped the ring on her finger. One she'd seen before, but briefly. Gold crafted into tangled vines, scattered with brilliant gemstone leaves that would wrap round and frame the stones embedded in her engagement ring. One of the same complimentary design. And once it was securely placed on her finger, he began wrapping his part of the bindings round her arm.
