#husbands!!

oxygen.

everything needs it: bone, muscles, and even, while it calls the earth its home, the soul.

you are breathing patiently; it is a beautiful sound. it is your life, which is so close to my own that i would not know where to drop the knife of separation. and what does this have to do with love, except everything?

they kiss for the hundredth time underneath the light of dawn.

they got ready together in the hours before. outfits that complement each other. whites and golds, red and green. fiyero slid the earring with a piece of herself through zevran's earlobe and kissed the side of his mouth afterwards. when he turned, his fiancé put his cloak on his shoulders with the utmost of care.

fiyero thought he'll never have to put on his golden band without deft fingers there to lock its back for him ever again.

they stand before a priest that reads them the rites of lathander before he marries them. fiyero can barely contain himself enough for him to finish. he could stand here a dozen times more and look at zevran, with his eyes clear and his smile bright, drinking it all in greedily. the words he's prepared in the form of a poem spill out of him with an expertise touched by giddiness.

he can't stop grinning. he can't stop looking at each minute difference in zevran, feel each touch a hundredfold. the squeeze of their hands here, his tail coming around to curl around zevran there.

they kneel as the sun touches them, finally exchanging their rings. and after their union is blessed with water that has touched the light of dawn the days before, they stand. fiyero near immediately swoops zevran up in a hug, lifting him from the ground to twirl them around.