With the roar of the fire, my heart rose to its feet

Evie

I get to love you, it's the best thing that I'll ever do
And it's a promise I'm making to you

He may believe himself less eloquent, but the smile on his face as he'd watched her walk down the aisle, the way he'd reached for her, the words he speaks with such sincerity - they mean more to her than any flowery prose that wouldn't really be him. Already she feels as if she can see through the shine of his eyes into his heart, and she prays he can do the same, because all he will see there is the love that swells and strains against the bonds of her physical body.

The sight of a small tear makes her laugh quietly, blinking quickly as tiny diamond tears cling to her lower lashes in understanding. All of this feels too big for her mortal form, and she understands now why Mort is the personification of everlasting love, because a love like this couldn't possibly end at death's door.

As they both gently remove their hands from the intertwined vines and blossoms, Evie can't even spare a glance for it. Instead, she is enraptured by the sight of his hands around one of her own, gently sliding on the ring he'd made for her on the rooftop of the home they'd made together. Now the first few happy tears begin to drip off her lashes, spotting her smiling cheeks. Her own hands are sure and gentle as she takes up Deimos', sliding his matching ring onto his finger. As she does, she vows, "I pledge my loyalty, my strength, my patience and understanding. And, above all, my love."

And here they are. Rings adorning both their fingers, their loved ones watching on, the fruit of all their labor immediately surrounding them and stretching out for miles and miles. "And I vow to you, Deimos Ignatius, that I shall be your wife; now and forevermore." Waiting for him to say the same is almost impossible, knowing it is the last thing she needs to hear before her smile turns into a radiant grin. "Now kiss your bride," she commands, simultaneously lofty and thick with joyous tears, as she pulls on his hands to bring him halfway - ready to meet him in the middle as she always has.

Whatever may come, your heart I will choose
Forever I'm yours, forever I do