#exaltcdone08.

         ‘ you think— ’ there’s a lump in bertie’s throat she wasn’t expecting. she’d barreled into this line of thought with her usual confidence, stayed along for the ride as long as it’d carry without seeing break the levee of anticipation, but finds upon arrival that there are more than a handful of unconsidered factors.

for one, they’re immortal. it’s a big ask.

         ‘ think you might wanna marry me one of these days, biddy? ’