daemonized | RECOLLE IC CONTACT.

[A kiss returned, as gentle as it is. That promise now sealed and settled within him, something he will never stray from. No matter what happens.

His eyes are softer, allowing himself a small amount of relief now that he's comforted her somewhat, and the buzz of excitement regarding the new task they've set before them for today. Ardyn makes an amused sound at her.]

What's wrong with your outfit? If you change, so must I. I'll not be outdone.

I am not going to do something so important in an outfit I picked for no special day at all. I wish to look beautiful.

[that will make her feel better, as well, to change and to set her mind determinedly to something new. to a task she knew they'd have to do, but didn't expect so soon.]

And consider yourself lucky, you're not supposed to see the bride before a ceremony, but I guess we're bending the rules.

But you always look beautiful, my love.

[He steps back, looking at her fondly.]

And since when do either of us truly adhere to the rules set before us? They say such things are meant to be broken. [He gestures at her.] Go change, and I'll do the same. To your liking, and then we will gather up what we need and head out.

[(He will allow her to leave the room first, so he can scoop up that coat and find a place for it -- out of sight and out of mind.)]

[that she can do, pulling away from him slowly before she goes to change. away from the coat, away from that room. she knows exactly what she wants to wear, what will be perfect, and she finds herself almost rushing through things to get it done. it doesn't feel all the way real, and despite everything she felt, still feels about her memories...she finds that she's excited. curious, to hold in two conflicting feelings at once.

what a way to round out the year.]

[He dresses himself in dark hues with a black blazer, paired with a red scarf. Not too casual, and cleaned up enough for the occasion; but when he sees Grell, he knows he pales in comparison. That excitement spikes in him, his heart beating fast for a moment, and once again, she makes him briefly feel like a teenager with an impossible crush.

He doesn't mind that so much, any longer.

When all their things are gathered, it's a short drive to the courthouse. It's an even shorter wait until they're called in to see a judge, and Ardyn is at least familiar with the process from a professional standpoint. He knows what will be said before it's said, and it's obvious where to sign. But though the moment is formal in its legalities, he feels the anxious thrill of this all becoming reality. Him, standing here, actually going to be married to Grell in an official capacity in mere minutes.

It's both too long and too fast. Finally he can put his pen on paper and sign his name where indicated, and it's a large, proud signature. And when Grell does the same, he notes that she does not sign with Sutcliffe, and that's when he really hits him. His heart might burst, and though it would a marriage only lasting seconds if he died on the spot, at least he'd die a happy man.

Thankfully this doesn't happen, and when it's all said and done, he's still going to kiss her right there before they even leave the room. It's a thank you and a promise and just something self-indulgent, all in one. And it's his own way of confirming that this is all real and not some dream he'll only wake up from soon.

And when they leave the courthouse, all the proper documents in hand, his words finally return to him in a coherent manner.]

And so it's official; we're husband and wife now. Does it feel official to you, just scribbling your new name across a document?

[Her new name. Her wonderful, new name.]

[she lets Ardyn lead the way when it comes to the process - she'd looked up enough to know what it's going to include, what she'll need to do and what would be said, but she also knows that by the time they actually step forward, her nerves will have done their duty. it's all happening, and in the eyes of the law they'll be as together as they feel.

she won't be able to remember the words said, nor the length of time it took. but she will remember the look on Ardyn's face when she moved to sign her name and wrote in a signature that wasn't what he was expecting. voicing her choice that she had thought on and decided a while ago, though never mentioned. a surprise that she's glad went over well, and she could have laughed for it. instead, she kisses him back, and if anyone tried to talk to her, she wouldn't have been able to hear them at all.

Grell takes his arm, and can barely think the word married without wanting to fall over in delight. true sentences escape her without an effort made, but she'll try for him.]

It feels like such a small thing to represent something so great - but now the world knows us as we have known ourselves to be.

[because with their promises and their faith, that felt like a much greater measure of marriage than a document.]

It'll take a bit, to adjust to a new signature, but no matter.

I think you’ll adjust to it rather quickly. It's a name that suits you, after all.

[Though he might be just a little biased where that's concerned.

He laughs, and it sounds delighted, walking arm-and-arm with her as they descend the steps of the courthouse. The light, chill breeze of winter plays with the edges of his scarf.]

What shall we do to celebrate the occasion? Just the two of us, for the rest of the day? My only request is that the evening comes to a close with a drink or two. Or three.

Three? Now I know you're in quite high spirits.

[she keeps close, both to borrow his warmth and because she doesn't want to let go of him for a minute, if she can help it. her husband. what a magnificent statement.]

I have an idea, if you have none.

[She's not wrong. He's not sure his spirits have ever been much higher, and therefore it's an occasion for a celebratory drink. But that can wait until later in the evening, and he looks at her curiously, smiling.]

And what idea might that be?

I'm pretty sure I remember somewhere that has lovely music and a dancefloor. Somewhere you can have your drinks and we can keep to one tradition.

[and they're liable to play songs that would be fitting for the two of them to dance to on this day.]

How does that sound, my dear?

And how can I say no, when the opportunity to dance with you arises?

[Not to mention it sounds wonderful; further reason for him to stay near her, on the dance floor. He wants to stay as close as he can to her, for as long as this day lasts.]

You know I can't resist. Besides, we are already dressed for it.

Then let me act as guide and you can pretend to be amazed at my memory while I pull up directions on a map.

[which she can do with ease, though the fact that they have to let go in order to get in the car is something Grell takes with exaggerated dramatics, drawing it out and only moving away slowly before they get in, at which point they're right next to each other again.

after they park, before anything else, she comes over to kiss him. it's the only way she can think of to keep her heart from bursting in her chest. she's too uselessly fond for anything else, and while normally she can't care if someone sees them in public, today she'd be almost glad. let them see. let them bear witness. she is in love, and the whole world can know it and how beautiful it is.]

[The car is parked and she’s leaned over to give him a kiss; Ardyn is more than eager to return it. More than eager to lose himself in it, in the entirety of this day, just the two of them — it’s all he wants to focus on, all he wants to see and hear. Just Grell.

And when he pulls away, he leans his forehead against hers, muttering low-]

…We can just return home, and be like this for the rest of the evening. This, and more.

[He wants to dance with her, but he wants to be this close, this intimate with her for as long as time will allow. Temptation, pulled in two ways.]

[terrible. utterly terrible. if she didn't have her resolve, she might consider saying yes. there's enough time, though, for them to stay close, even now.]

You make a very attractive offer, but I've already committed myself to the path we're on. Ask me again in a while, and my answer might have changed.

[she kisses him again, briefly, before being the one to lead the way inside. what it looks like barely matters, aside from them being able to get a small table - she used to come here with Elizabeth, for the music and for being able to have time away from worries. but the moment something slower starts, she doesn't care about sitting, she wants to pull Ardyn out to dance with her.

not many people want to be out this evening, so it's perfect - they have quite a bit of space to themselves, and don't have to care about anyone else. meaning she can lean in close and whisper.]

Love you.

[In the end, he will adhere to what she wants. Dancing is keeping her close, and all he needs -- and later, he certainly won't forget to ask her again about their eventual return home.

But for now, he's led inside, and he doesn't have time to sit before she takes him by the hand and leads him to the dance floor. The music is slow, swaying, perfect for holding her close and indulging in the moment.

She can still manage to incite that little thrill running down his spine when she whispers in his ear. Even after all this time.]

And I, you.

[His grin is soft and sincere, but something in his eyes shine bright.]

Mrs. Izunia.

[there's no way to contain the smile on her face when he says that. no way to stop herself from quietly laughing, full of joy. she wants to hear him say it over and over, to make it something that she doesn't go breathless at hearing, but it also just solidifies that she made that choice. that now, her name is entirely hers, chosen because she wants it, and that she's somewhere in her life that she never thought she'd be, when she came to Recolle. never imagined that someday, she'd be looking someone in the eyes and the world, with all its flaws and faults and terrible things, would be something she'd thank.]

Mr. Izunia.

[it reminds her of the day they first kissed, when they were dancing around the concept of even being attracted beyond a surface level, when she had such control on how long she'd had interest he'd not known at all. when marriage was only a joke, with a list of requirements attached. and the happiness she'd felt then pales to what she feels now.

for right now, no one else exists. not in this room, not in this city. it doesn't matter, though it might come crashing down later. just this. just the feeling ]

Husband.

[He hopes he can always make her laugh like that, her eyes full of bliss because of something he's said. If he can manage that, with growing success, then he can live happily knowing that he's providing the same contentedness for her -- the kind she grants him every day.]

I love to hear you say that. I could hear it but a hundred times more and never tire of the word.

[Husband. Her husband, and he wonders how he ever managed to be this fortunate in life to be called that by someone like her. His wife, his luminous, beautiful wife.

He's not even sure he hears the music any longer. Ardyn only sees her, and for once, there's nothing in the whole world that could change this. All the bad memories of a thousand lifetimes could not bring him down, could not distract him. He loves her fully, and he's never been more sure of it than today.]

Call me your husband every day; be so kind as to remind me that this is reality, and not a dream. That I really am so closely bonded, so very in love, with a woman that can only ever exist in a perfect dream.

Every day, if it keeps you here with me.

[for Grell refuses to even think of this as a dream - it has to be reality, she won't settle for less. she refuses to give up the way she feels to but a thought of it being a dream. refuses to yield one drop of this love. she has married someone with a romantic soul to match her own, the impossible made possible.

she loves him, and she'll say it to a judge, in front of their friends and family, to anyone. but most of all, she'll say it to him. dancing together, the music hardly gets through. they're together, that's the important part.]

...If I could tell my past self anything, I'd tell her to be kinder to you - we didn't know what we had in store.

[All the better if this is something he will not wake up from in the middle of the night -- wanting and wishing that it were real. Knowing that this is reality, that her touch is warm and fond because it very much exists, stills all time around him.]

Oh? [He chuckles lightly.] You were never unkind to me.

I never was overtly kind either. Maybe if I had been, we wouldn't have had over two years of not knowing.

[but then again, what if that had changed things? what if they had tried, downplayed it, made the wrong choices? they'll never know.]

Still, it truly did work out for the best.

[He looks endlessly amused at that.]

Two years of pining, of feelings swept aside because they had been labeled as lost causes. What a shame.

[It's painfully obvious there's no sorrow or regret in his eyes at all. That this "shame" is just him lightly joking.]

I suppose I might forgive you for it, since you did agree to marry me. Since we are married now.

Only might? The marriage itself wouldn't be enough of a deed to earn your forgiveness for certain? I never thought your heart to be that hard, my dear.

[jokes for jokes, and she'll hardly cease being dramatic in public once they've started, even if it's quietly just in his ear.]

I possess a cruel and cold heart. You know this, surely.

[Dramatics are something that neither of them will let go of at any given time. It exists in their very lifeblood, and if they must whisper it to each other, then so be it.]

I suppose I can forgive you if I try hard enough -- under one condition.

Tell me. What will overcome your nature, and find me in your good graces?

[honestly, it's probably only going to get more dramatic now. as much as they can get away with.]

Something quite simple, really.

[It has the potential to get very dramatic. Even if the slow sway of the dance doesn't change in the interim.]

You accept what I have to give you, when we return home. But I shall not tell you what it is; you must hold on tight to your increasing curiosities until then.

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