30 Day OTP Challenge: Template x Pale

Day 26: Getting Married

     Before you read the rest of this part, I want you to try to imagine these two getting married. I presume you think of a traditional wedding. A huge ceremony with dozens upon dozens of family, friends, and guests all coming together to watch the lovely pair get wed with one of them looking like an angel dressing in a big floofy white ball-gown and the other looking like a quaint gentleman wearing a sleek black and white suit. There would be a towering cake with two figurines at the highest tier, expensive glasses of wine and champagne all raised in a toast, and a kiss shared at the alter after the announcement of the couple being spouse and spouse.

     I want you to throw that ideology out the window. Because despite Template’s sappy cheesiness and how much he liked scenarios like those, this is going to be something different.

     A pair of arms slipped themselves around Template’s, their face resting themselves against his shoulder as he looked up at him with the magic in the eyes having had dimmed down from a bright gold of sunshine into a fainter tint of a pale yellow of a harvest moon like the one up in the dark sky right at this moment. Diamond-like specs in the sky so amazingly luminous, very satisfactory and suited perfectly for tonight. Pale gave him a congenial smile.

     “How long are we going to walk for?” Pale asked him, the tone of his voice so soft-spoken. Magic bundled at Template’s cheeks, moving his focus away from him to continue looking onward.

     “Just wait, Pale, we’re almost there!” he assured, looking over and seeing where he intended on going to. He grinned at the area before he led them over to the area.

      It was like a park, a vast field of green excellent for playing sports, social events, and (in this instance) to elope, which glowed dimly with little lightning bugs slow dancing in the sky with their bioluminescence lights. The only thing ever installed into this domain was a wooden bench, which worked great in their favor and it has already been predetermined to be where they both would go. Pale let Template’s arm free although he still kept a firm hold on his hand, guiding his fiancé through the meadow and to the seat.

     They both sat down together.

     Template felt the dizzying and dazing sensation of his soul fluttering against his chest, plus seeing Pale looking at him with the same dreamy look in his eyes, most certainly fantasizing over his husband-to-be. His soul couldn’t stop knocking against his ribcage and begged in whispers to show itself, a feeling calling itself nervousness filled his senses and let the manifestations of that effect him. Face frozen, cheeks warm, palms sweaty, for a moment he forgot what he was supposed to do.

     “I… I…” Template mumbled out, his voice stuck in his throat as he attempted to function properly. “You said you wanted to give me something before we do this?” he finally questioned, speaking the first thing that came up in mind that seemed appropriate for the situation. Pale nodded, digging into his pocket and pulling out a folded piece of notebook paper, giving it over to him. Template looked at the paper with piqued curiosity.

     “Read it!” Pale urged him, resting his head against his shoulder and peering up at him and gauging his reaction. Template gave him a questionable look but knew nothing bad could ever come out of this. Nothing could. He unfolded the paper and read the contents inside.

‘To my supposed rival, my first love, and my only friend, 

I know I am not the easiest to love or the easiest to live and deal with at times, but I am considered lucky to have you give me the time of day and receive the baffling amount of love you shower on me on a day-to-day basis. If I could feel as much as anyone else, I would give you the world you deserve.