It was hard not to break the moment and snort as Faith turned and kissed her husband before he even had the opportunity. Faith Augustine? For a moment he had to admit, he was surprised that Padraig didn't choose to take her last name... at least before he put a little thought into it and realised that he wasn't quite sure if Faith actually had a last name at all.
"I'm never going to see your wedding, am I?" Greyhide asked suddenly. He didn't reply - he was busy clapping as the two broke off their embrace and the ceremony finally drew to a close, the four Immortals still lingering in the background. It wasn't a question he'd ever considered, the possibility of marriage... although seeing this ceremony, even thinking about it in the days of journey, waiting and watching Padraig and Faith enjoy one-another's company as easily as if they'd already been married for arcs, he'd started wondering. Perhaps Greyhide had picked up on that. They were both still coming to grips with the true limits of their bond and what they now shared, be it emotions or true thoughts. "You feel attraction once in a lifetime but you've never felt love. You don't know what it is."
This time he turned attention away to stare down at the wolf, a reply forming in his mind but smothered as Greyhide continued heedlessly, drilling with inhuman eyes filled with deep understanding. "Is it because you never felt the love of a parent?" He stepped closer, but in his mind the wolf was looming, casting a deep shadow over his thoughts that made his hackles rise, until he realised he didn't have any. "Do you love me?"
Faith touched him and the real world slammed into him like a river of cold water emptied over his head, making him jerk in surprise before reflexively wrapping both arms back around that lovely girl-- no, woman now. "I love you too, sister of my soul." He meant it with every ounce of his being, but Greyhide's words had somehow shaken him deeper, deep enough that he hoped it wouldn't show on his face and spoil the moment. He was the first person she'd laughed with. He didn't dare admit she was the first person that had ever loved him. "A minor technical detail... that also just happened to be a fundamental law of physics... and would have killed us both if we'd gone with your idea. You could say I'm the reason you lived long enough to get married, but sure, let's call it a minor technical detail." He made a show of rolling his eyes to Padraig.
They kissed, Greyhide barked, Traveller rumbled in appreciation and eventually the happy couple moved on to the other guests. He stayed behind, eyes momentarily drawn to the Immortals, before he reflexively started walking as far away from them all as he could manage without drawing too much attention to himself.
"I'm never going to see your wedding, am I?" Greyhide asked suddenly. He didn't reply - he was busy clapping as the two broke off their embrace and the ceremony finally drew to a close, the four Immortals still lingering in the background. It wasn't a question he'd ever considered, the possibility of marriage... although seeing this ceremony, even thinking about it in the days of journey, waiting and watching Padraig and Faith enjoy one-another's company as easily as if they'd already been married for arcs, he'd started wondering. Perhaps Greyhide had picked up on that. They were both still coming to grips with the true limits of their bond and what they now shared, be it emotions or true thoughts. "You feel attraction once in a lifetime but you've never felt love. You don't know what it is."
This time he turned attention away to stare down at the wolf, a reply forming in his mind but smothered as Greyhide continued heedlessly, drilling with inhuman eyes filled with deep understanding. "Is it because you never felt the love of a parent?" He stepped closer, but in his mind the wolf was looming, casting a deep shadow over his thoughts that made his hackles rise, until he realised he didn't have any. "Do you love me?"
Faith touched him and the real world slammed into him like a river of cold water emptied over his head, making him jerk in surprise before reflexively wrapping both arms back around that lovely girl-- no, woman now. "I love you too, sister of my soul." He meant it with every ounce of his being, but Greyhide's words had somehow shaken him deeper, deep enough that he hoped it wouldn't show on his face and spoil the moment. He was the first person she'd laughed with. He didn't dare admit she was the first person that had ever loved him. "A minor technical detail... that also just happened to be a fundamental law of physics... and would have killed us both if we'd gone with your idea. You could say I'm the reason you lived long enough to get married, but sure, let's call it a minor technical detail." He made a show of rolling his eyes to Padraig.
They kissed, Greyhide barked, Traveller rumbled in appreciation and eventually the happy couple moved on to the other guests. He stayed behind, eyes momentarily drawn to the Immortals, before he reflexively started walking as far away from them all as he could manage without drawing too much attention to himself.