If You Must

All That We Are Is Otherworldly

Simon

I meet Baz an hour before the wedding, just as we planned. My heart stops in my chest when I see him. He's back in that black and gold suit, and his hair is wavy again (I convinced him to leave it that way for the wedding), but now he's got on a bit of makeup. Gold eyeliner sparkles from beneath dark, long lashes (they didn't do anything to his eyelashes, I just really like them), throwing spots of gold light onto his cheeks when he blinks. His cheekbones, too, have been slightly highlighted in a pale golden colour, making them stand out even more than usual. It's all very subtle, but somehow pushes him into an entirely new realm of superhuman beauty.

Baz stares at my face just as much as I'm staring at his. The little makeup I allowed them to put on me is similar to his, only in different colours. Silvery blue eyeliner, silver highlights. Judging by Baz's face, they must've done a good job.

Crowley, we're such a ridiculously good looking couple. Together we are silver and gold, the sun and the moon, a yin and a yang. At the risk of sounding cheesy, we complete each other. We are each other's other half.

Without saying anything, Baz tugs at my hand, grinning, pulling me towards a wooded area at the edge of the meadow where the marquee is situated. Laughing, we make our way into a clearing, where a tall man in all white waits for us. The priest. I look at Baz in surprise, the smile never faltering from my face.

"I thought we could get it over with early, and then it won't be so difficult to do the thing in front of people," He explains, nuzzling a kiss into my neck. I kiss the top of that soft, wavy hair gratefully.

"Thank you, Baz... this is... this is perfect."

We situate ourselves, holding hands and facing one another, in front of the priest. He starts to speak, but just as he does, I sneeze.

A blinding flash of golden light ricochets out from me, and then, just like that, we're falling.