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Willow was not quite holding his breath, but he was close to it, waiting and watching, until those beautiful cherry blossom eyes turned his way and he saw the emotion writ there, saw acceptance of what he'd done there. Relief rushed through him, and he was starting to smile even before the other man spoke.

Kris really did see too much of the good in him, but gods Will appreciated that. Sometimes it was impossible for Will to see it in himself. But most importantly, Kris liked this. Willow's smile brightened. "Of course. I'm with you in everything, Kris." He was no baker, but he was a good hand at cleaning and chores, so he'd find a way to put himself to use.

Those lips fell against his forehead and his eyes shut, expression melting. "I love you too, baby."

But right! The keys! He fished into his pocket and produced the keys, pressing them into Kris's hands. "You unlock the door. It's for you."

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Touching sweetness in the moment and then as they both started toward the door and the keys were pressed in his palm, he could feel his heart overwelling and overflowing with gratitude that he was blessed with this moment. His Will, his beautiful Dark Prince who was going to give him everthing-- was this what Persephone felt when her husband offered her the entire world at her feet in exchange for her love? Not that Kris needed it, but the fact that Willow would go to that level was not lost on the Eladrin.

"Indeed, we can go inside and make plans-- see it through the eyes of all the possibility." he removed his arm from around Will enough so that he could insert the key in lock and then give it a twist. It was not a silent movement, but there was the creek of door that would likely alert him to the fact that someone was entering.

The door creak coupled with the ring of a tiny bell? Perfection.

"I am.. I miss home, you know. I miss the bakery back home and my mother. But this? It feels like a slice of that back, a way to have something like this for myself and I am glad you are at my side." Willow was at his side in a way that he understood that Thiero could never have been which made this moment all the sweeter.

Once over the threshhold, he took both of the High Elf's in his own and gave it a slow and steady squeeze.

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Willow knew it too, that somehow, Kristophe had given him his heart freely, without wanting or needing anything in return save Will's own heart, which had already been his for quite some time. But that knowledge alone, it only made him more determined to give Kris everything, to do anything in his power to make sure that the other man was happy.

"It needs some polish and elbow grease, but between the two of us, I think we can really make it something special."

He followed the taller man inside, looking around before turning his gaze up to Kris's once more. "I'm so glad you like it. You always seem so happy when you're making something sweet, when you get to share it with people. I love seeing you happy." Nothing better in the world, so far as Will was concerned.

He let his hands be taken, squeezing back.

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The gift of Will's heart was immeasurable and he cherished what that meant, that the other man trusted him; he was automatically soft to him, and his fingers tightened around the other elf's reflexively as if he could protect him through all the storms and all the seasons. Not even understanding that sometimes he would need to be the one that was protected. And those touching words just seemed to cement it, the sincerity in those eyes and then he removed one hand.

"You know, there was a long time when I thought I would never love again." he brought one hand up so that he could press a kiss against the knuckles as if paying tribute. "But you taught me that my heart needn't be in the depths of winter forever, you were the force that helped me thaw and showed me spring again."

Slowly with his free hand he removed something from his pocket and then finally he held out his palm and revealed a intricately crafted ring woven of threads of gold, twining together- it was not a fancy ring, but it was meant with love. "Willow, will you be my partner.. just not in this bakery but for as long as we both walk this earth?"

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Will felt his cheeks heat as Kris went and wove romance with words and actions. The touch of those lips to his knuckles, the sweet things he was saying. If he'd helped at all bring this beautiful, gentle, incredible man some help in finding his way back into the warmth of love that Kris deserved. Gods Kris deserved so much, and Will didn't know how he was so lucky as to be the one to give it to him.

He started to speak, to tell Kris that he'd always be there to remind him how loved he was, but the eladrin kept talking and Willow found himself looking at the little golden ring. His eyes went wide as saucers as he looked from the gold band to Kris, the words that the cleric was saying registering with him all at once.

"Me?!" Wait, no. That was not how he wanted to respond here at all. So he very quickly amended, "Of course I will! Kris, that's... that's all I could ever want. To be with you. To be yours."

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"Of course it is you, it has been you for a while now." Kris said as he picked up that hand and then very slowly slid the smooth metal band up onto the finger it was intended for; he'd gotten the size right. A warm smile before he pressed a kiss to the ring so as to home it there where it would grow around the digit, would weave as if it was made to be caught against the pale skin therein. "The funny thing about this ring is that I have had it for a while-- you know the jeweler in Juniper Springs? I had it crafted there-- it was just a whim and I never though I would ever give it to you, just that.. well-- perhaps deep in my heart I thought one day."

Such forethought the cleric had.

"I only wish that my mother and sister could meet you;' my mother would adore you. But, when we return-- that will be one of the first things I do." he was not thinking that they would return with no memories, but he could not fathom going back and not being together. "You will come back to Blue Kukao and meet my mother, and my sister. This I definitely promise."

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Willow watched in reverent awe as the ring was slid onto his finger, the metal settling in perfectly -- even more perfect once it had been blessed by the cleric's lips. Will's breath catches in his throat, a hitch, like he's forgotten how to breathe, or maybe like he's half choking back tears. The fact that Kris had this with him since they were back in Juniper Springs made his heart clench in his chest. They really had been both been yearning in parallel and gods they'd finally collided.

And speaking of collision, Willow launched himself at Kris, arms around the taller man's neck, holding tightly.

"I love you so much. I want to spend the rest of my days with you. I want to meet your mother and your sister. I want to see where you're from, all of it." A laugh, a bit watery, but ebullient nevertheless. "...my family is... it's complicated. But I'll introduce you to my sister."

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It felt good to have Willow in his arms and thus his arms wrapped securely around the waist, drawing the man close so that he was a steady rock upon which his fiancé could rely on. Fiancé.. he was his, he could barely contain his own happiness even as he warmly wrapped him up, so that Will did not have to escape if he did not want to. "I love you too, I have loved you I think since the first time I heard your songs.. I could feel the green start to touch me."

Such romantic drivel, but then he was a born romantic. "And I will meet whomever you want me to meet, Cinnamon-- your sister, your anyone-- just know that my family is your family and we are a bit unconventional, but there is love there and my mother is fond of adopting people, she will adopt you gladly."

That Will did not have to worry about family members who could be problematic? Well all that Kris had was Will's and would be until they both cease to exist.

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There would be no prying Will out of Kris's arms for a good long while this time. Held close and wrapped up in those arms, he was absolutely enveloped in the feeling of being home, of being exactly where he belonged. He shut his eyes to bask in those words. "Ever since that night I saw you across the room, I haven't been able to see anyone else but you."

He pressed his face into the eladrin's neck, breathing in greedily. Kris really wanted him, to keep. Gods knew he didn't deserve it, but he had it and he wouldn't take a moment, a single centimeter of it for granted.

"I'm sure I'll adore them. If they are where you came from, there's no way I couldn't."

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Kris does not think that Will understands how precisely happy that makes him; even if he knew he was not at his best with his sad eyes and his white hair, touched by winter and still feeling the cold therein. Though the song that Willow had sang reached him, caused a few tears which was perhaps the first indication that perhaps Winter would not last forever like he had thought.

He stroked lovingly and gently through Will's locks of hair, swaying in those arms in the empty little bakery shop. There was so much possibility there and yet here they were and this was a new beginning. It also meant that together they would be able to something of this, building something that was both of thers.

This business was another way to denote they were family, it was something they could do together and he hoped that when they went back, that they would have something like this again, that it was not merely a feywild dream. "Once I heard your songs, I only had eyes for you."

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How could Willow not have been drawn to those sad eyes, this gentle, beautiful man and to even the first hints of what would turn out to be that breathtaking smile? But to know that they were both lost in each other from so early on, well, it made a few things make sense. Looking back, perhaps they'd both been a bit oblivious.

How many nights had he curled up close to Kristophe 'for warmth' or 'because of space' or some other thin-as-hell excuse?

It didn't matter now. Not now that they were in one another's arms properly. This was a new beginning. He leaned back to seek out Kris's eyes with his own. "I had a thought about a name for the bakery."

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Kris's perception and insight had failed him when it came to Will and perhaps it still would've if not for that song that had resonated so deeply within him but now there was no uncertainty or doubt within them and they had this time for each other-- but he'd accepted those touches as Will's excuses, grateful for those excuses.

Willing to tender his own excuses in response.

Now they need not labour underneath such pretenses any longer. "Oh yes, you know I would love to hear it. My own families bakery is named "Bread and Butterflies" but I think that I do not want that name for our bakery, and perhaps I am not as creative as you are." his mother had been a poet before a baker so that name had tracked.