If My Heart was a House You'd Be Home

*Cherokee* · 06-26-2013, 11:14 PM

He wasn't trying very hard to keep himself concealed; he was sure he was visible from where he was attempting to hide, or if not at least they would catch his scent. For the first few minutes of his arrival, Song seemed completely unaware, continuing to talk to the elder woman with whom he could only assume his wife-to-be was friends with. He couldn't remember her name for the life of him at the moment, but he figured he would either remember it or find out soon enough. For now he lied in the cover of the nearby shrubbery, mismatched gaze intent on his little dove as she chatted away, explaining how they had happened upon the beautiful place and settled upon it becoming the ideal location for them to be wed. A loving smile curled his lips, his heart stuttering in his chest as the realization that in a little bit, he would officially call Song his wife sunk in. His wife. She would become his wife, and maybe later on, the mother to his children. If only his parents could see him now.

Of course, his little spying session didn't last long, his little angel ever the attentive one. She'd caught his scent and was now coming towards his general direction, bi-colored eyes running over his hiding spot, trying to find him as she called out to him. He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his racing heart before allowing himself to stretch to his full height, easily towering over the shrubbery. Cherokee cleared his throat, audits pinning themselves against his skull as a self-conscious smile curled his ebon lips. Guilty as charged. He managed to cough out, mismatched gaze falling on Song's beautiful frame, unable to help but admire her. He was surely the luckiest man in the world to be able to marry such an amazing woman.

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