Bouquet in hand, she walked through past the crowd.

Amelia's hair was tied back into a carefully braided bun, her eyes were a solid blue under the delicate lights around her.

She'd been looking forward to this day for what felt like ages, stressing over the minor details, asking her soon to be husband if this was okay or what he really did prefer.

He'd only wanted her to stand before him and become his wife though there were foods that he liked or colors that suited them both best to go over that they'd both realized, nearly making her laugh at the time.

Right now, though, her heart beat a steady drum beat in her chest, ached in a way that only he seemed able to bring out and left her dazed under the force of it.

She was getting married, actually getting married!

It sounded like a dream come true past the snares of childhood, the trickery of adulthood, and she could remember planning little comic book styled weddings for her action figures over top of the comic books that they'd starred in.

Little Amelia had loved that thought, believed that even if the days were difficult that true love really conquered all.

It still felt almost too hard to believe to be walking down the aisle at her own wedding, about to exchange vows and a kiss with her soon to be husband, and ready to embark on an adventure that screamed more exciting than any of those old stories that she loved.

May be, she figured, that it had something to do with the fact that the journey was familiar, people had walked down aisles before her, would walk down aisles after her, and that marriages were a lot of hard work in their own right, but she could feel that hope blossom in her chest, and she knew that she'd love him through everything.

"Toris," She muttered when she arrived, just to say his name, to feel it on her tongue, to relieve the slight ache in her chest that was so hopeful.

It felt thrilling to find his own green eyes locked on her, to feel his hand gently massage her side just out of sight of the wedding goers, and she smiled even more when he returned her murmur, "Amelia."

The world shifted, and their joy grew a thousand folds as the wedding commenced; Amelia slipped over her wedding vows that she'd carefully memorized, crying from embarrassment, joy, and laughter.

Toris sounded all the world like he meant every word, loved saying them, and she knew, just knew, that these weren't just memorized lines for them.

Love seemed so impossible to resist now as she pressed closer and kissed his lips, not caring about tradition or whether she was too forward; the ceremony seemed almost too long to make her wait for this.

"I love you," She murmured into his lips, uncaring whether he could hear it or decipher it in that moment; she just needed to say what the ache in her heart demanded.

Amelia stayed close to him even after they pulled away from their kiss, mostly for their guests' sakes, because she could kiss him all day up on that altar.

She never wanted to leave her spot by his side, nestled against him, fingers intertwined ever again, especially if they made her wait another moment for a beautiful expression of their love.