With a small nod, the minister began reciting those sacred words. Words Trowa never thought he’d live long enough to hear, let alone share with this man. He only actually heard them for a matter of moments before his mind was flooded with memories from long ago.
Even during their early meetings, Quatre had never been shy about his thoughts and feelings. Stubborn at first, Trowa had fought back against them. He turned away time and time again, all the while feeling the little blond chipping away at the mask he wore.
But Quatre was patient and kind; endearing and understanding. He waited at bay until their job was done, and by the time the war ended, Trowa knew that if his life from that point forward was only allowed one constant, he wanted it to be him. No, not wanted – needed. This man – this one person alone – had breathed life into him in ways he couldn’t imagine. For more than just that reason alone, he couldn’t be without Quatre. He just couldn’t.
Trowa’s thumbs stroked gently over the soft skin of the blond’s hands, unconsciously pausing to trace over the spot where a wedding band would soon sit. He could see Quatre’s eyes brimming with emotion as they stared back at him intently, lovingly. And so, Trowa’s gaze didn’t stray to the minister as he responded to the quintessential question. “I do.”
[OOC: Cool! I added you on Plurk - I'm tandemthoughts, btw. Haven't done a muselist yet (/lazy) but I'm also in 4Nations, just not as a g-boy. X3 Anyway, I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to occupy your musebox with Trowa-y goodness of all varieties! :D]
prepare for sweetness overloooaaaad~
Even during their early meetings, Quatre had never been shy about his thoughts and feelings. Stubborn at first, Trowa had fought back against them. He turned away time and time again, all the while feeling the little blond chipping away at the mask he wore.
But Quatre was patient and kind; endearing and understanding. He waited at bay until their job was done, and by the time the war ended, Trowa knew that if his life from that point forward was only allowed one constant, he wanted it to be him. No, not wanted – needed. This man – this one person alone – had breathed life into him in ways he couldn’t imagine. For more than just that reason alone, he couldn’t be without Quatre. He just couldn’t.
Trowa’s thumbs stroked gently over the soft skin of the blond’s hands, unconsciously pausing to trace over the spot where a wedding band would soon sit. He could see Quatre’s eyes brimming with emotion as they stared back at him intently, lovingly. And so, Trowa’s gaze didn’t stray to the minister as he responded to the quintessential question.
“I do.”
[OOC: Cool! I added you on Plurk - I'm