if my heart was a compass you'd be north

Archon was surprised by the act, but he didn't have much chance to show it. He was overwhelmed by love and the whole event just clicked as right. Archon found it hard to part from her in order to take their respective places for the ceremony. He watched Belle as she did, and then slowly found his own, keeping his eyes on her the whole time.

She wore a warm smile that lit up the entire world just for him. He mirrored her radiance and listened to each and every word she spoke. When she concluded, it took the strength of a god to not rush into her embrace. Archon steeled himself and offered words of his own:

"My Belle, my beloved," he started, much less practiced and refined than Deathbelle. "You brought me a very real kind of love that drenched me to my core. It extinguished all the fires of doubts I had and ushered forth seedlings of faith and fondness I never knew possible. I love you more than I have ever loved another, only rivaled in equal by God. Our love resonates in my core with every heartbeat and with the heartbeats of our children. I, too, give myself to you, and selfishly accept yourself as mine."

After the words had fallen into silence, Obi motioned their sigil in the air with a small, smoldering stick. "Then you will be each others' and each others' alone. You may now kiss for the first time as a married couple."

Archon watched Deathbelle and sought to mirror her so that they may enter the circle together and kiss as one.