"Marry me?" Aren says. Nell looks up from where she was polishing her blades after a day of training. She watched his lips move into a familiar smile that always, always reminded her of the sun.
As his question finally registered in her mind, she dropped her blades only to cup her cheeks. Feeling familiar warmth spread through her.
"Bun." She started in a whisper. The nickname curled over her tongue fondly. Worn over the edges like a old book kept with care. It felt so natural. "We've been married for two years."
Aren watched her, steady and undeterred. "Marry me again, then." He replies.
She could never deny him anything. Even after all these years. So she sighed fondly, getting on her knees to crawl until she was directly in front of him, leaning down to capture his lips with her own.
"Okay." She murmured when they separated.
His smile was worth it.
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The Short Story Scrapbook
De TodoJust a bunch of short stories, nothing really specific. Hope you enjoy tho! Don't be a silent reader <3
