romance isn't dead

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I am a mountain, I am a tall tree, whoa-ohh I am a swift wind Sweeping the country

[stops singing; chuckles] Why are you looking at me like that?

Second person: [laughing] Cause you’re so-

First person: Why are you looking at me like that-!

Second person: Cause I’m in love 

First person: Oh-!

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(This is either going to be a redesign for Oliver or a new ghostie. Opinions?)

(This is either going to be a redesign for Oliver or a new ghostie. Opinions?)

eternal vastness

Black x Rose

Iri crawls back before attempting to stand back on his feet, he fumbled a bit before taking off in the opposite direction. He needed to get out of these haunted woods and back to safety! But as he ran, he managed to get his suit torn in a few places due to getting it stuck on some twigs. He even almost slipped when he tried running across the frozen lake.

Oliver floated off after the other, intent on finding him. He wouldn’t be able to run from him forever. He eventually made it to the stone bridge, and headed the opposite way until... BOOM, he was floating directly in front of the taller male, watching him curiously. 

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Iri sighed as he walked across the stone bridge, a troubled expression etched upon the young man’s features. He was mumbling to himself, trying to repeat the vows that he was supposed to learn for his wedding to come – a wedding that he was honestly dreading.

He didn’t even want to get married, or well, not like this. His bride-to-be was with a woman he did not even know, let alone love. How could he ever be happy if his spouse was merely a stranger? 

Iri sigh’s again as he ran a hand through his hair. He really should stop complaining and further stress over such a matter. It was going to happen no matter what, so he might as well just keep practising the vows. 

His musings had brought him into the woods, rather deep in by the looks of it. But Iri thought that perhaps this would be good…now no one can see him practising or messing up. “Come on, Iri. You can do this. It’s just a few simple sentences…” he encourages himself, before taking a deep breath. 

“With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine.” He says smoothly, before getting a twig and pretending to use it as a candle. “With this candle, I will light your way through, darkness. With this ring…” he puts away the twig before taking out the ring from his pocket and kneeling before a branch that seemed to eerily resemble a hand.

He made himself appear to the other, and leaned in close. 

“I do.”