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"Sometimes we don't know what we're waiting for
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[unwisely]

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."

[rosepaean]

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.

[unwisely]

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."

[rosepaean]

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."

[unwisely]

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."

[rosepaean]

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.