>>5933784You smile, and kiss Etsy on the cheek. You tell her to not put herself down like this for you, but she’s still a little mad at how they’re treating you. You’re impressed at the fact they were willing to be that critical of you in front of your future fiancée, maybe it’s because they think you’re only rubbing it in, although they’re correct in that regard, you absolutely are.
You tell them you’ve made all the food here and that they should try some as a thinly veiled attempt to shut down the conversation. They take the bait and leave to get some of the appetizers. They’re creeped out by the Arthis, but think it’s an exotic pet rather than an actual guest. The Arthis is certainly better behaved than Leah who wolfed down a quarter of the food by herself.
Soon, the moment comes, and Etsy separates from you to change. When she comes out, she’s wearing a greenish dress. It’s not the traditional white gown that you’d expect from a marriage, but she said she wanted to choose something she liked instead of what was expected. The ceremony begins, petal rose are thrown into the air, and you step under an arch made out of wild vines that the squire grew thanks to its bio-nightmare alloy.
The demon of the backstreet starts a speech between the two of you, acting as a knock-off priest blessing this union.
“We are united today to witness something sacred, the union between two different people of two different worlds. Stronger than lust, infatuation and monetary dependence, it is a show of unbreakable trust. If one may fall, the other will be here to catch them, if one makes a mistake, the other will be here to forgive them. Their love shall be reciprocated forevermore, through both the worst and best that the future has to offer.”
You kneel, and offer the tri-matter ring to Etsy. You’re sweating, your hands shaking ever slightly as you ask her if she will marry you.
She looks at the ring, and her eyes go wide, as if she wasn’t expecting it.
“I-Is that tri-matter? Oh, can I...” She puts it on her finger, and waves it around, the metal shifting a little at every movement of her finger, she stares at it with fascination before suddenly coming back to her senses. “Oh! Y-Yeah! I’ll marry you! Uhm...” She blushes, clearly embarrassed that she fumbled her words, but this awkwardness just emphasizes her beauty even more to you.
The demon of the backstreet tells you that you may kiss the bride, and you do, closing your eyes as you feel her arms wrap around you. The sound of cheering fades in the background as you get lost in each other’s embrace. You want this moment to last forever, but eventually your lips part, and you come back to reality.
