Maybe it's a dream

My Wren.

A shudder went through her at his laughter, his hold. His words carried such weight, and he didn't seem to care. She felt the beginnings of tears burn at the corner of her eyes. "My Mercury" she said against him, feeling safe and loved in his embrace. She used to look at Dire Wolves with shock and awe, but now? She could only say that it felt natural to be held by Mercury in such a way.

He gave a 'kiss' back, and she felt her heart hammer. Teasing her in his way, like always. Should she tease him right back? Or was she scared of being so damn awkward? "You know where I stand" she said softly "it's beside you" Obviously, tenderly "make it official." She leaned in, searching his gaze for consent before pulling away.

Wren was not a very... seductive individual. She flirted - badly. She made it seem so much more difficult than it should be. Naturally, she could joke. But this? Seemed more important. No jokes. She smiled at him. No smirk.  No playfulness. Just an acceptance of what was to come.

"Speech"