the quiet things that no one ever knows

They shifted to the patio, a pair of tea cups in Halo's grasp. Green tea, mint, and honey-- just something they could enjoy while they sat outside and spoke together. The door behind them shut softly, and Mort set more wood on the fire. A beautiful night, more than beautiful. More than lovely, more than wonderful. Halo lifted her chin to the fading sunshine, basking for a moment. Feeling it warm her face, and take her over. How wonderful. How lovely. All of it was picture perfect, in her mind.

"I think so, and I'd like to involve them if they want to be." She spoke softly, sipping her tea. Halo settled her head against Mortis's shoulder, curling close. Gentle, all of her gentle. "Mort, there's no wrong way to be a family. Whatever order we choose, however things come about, none of that matters. What's important is that we love each other, we love them, and we take care of each other." Halo's words were soft, tucked close to her future husband's side. Heck, where she was from, there were no weddings. There was no ceremony, there was no desire to call love and attachment anything aloud. All of this was new, and all of it was so lovely to her.

"Halo" & "Mortis"