ok, so this is my first time posting something without chickening out beforehand, so here quick have it before I die. This also means I only reread it once so that I wouldn't have time to change my mind, so please please please leave a review of what you thought. Even if you hated it, constructive criticism would be valued greatly 3
Based off some beautiful artwork by fromthemiddleoftheocean over on tumblr, except it took a bit of a maudlin turn somehow. I'm not sure how or why, but here it is before I talk myself out of it…
He does it for her. He always does it for her. But she has always been here with him before, and this time, always isn't enough. Not when it has to end.
He hadn't even told her he loved her. Hadn't known it to be true. Hadn't had the words, the actions, just the right way to express it. But he knows now. And it's all he can feel.
He's sung these lyrics before, and the meaning behind is no different, but he's not saying the same thing anymore. Every note, every chord, every harmony of the music he is currently pouring out of his heart, it's all saying the same thing, over and over and over again. And she can't hear it. And he can't hear anything else. And the crowd is blurring, their shouts and cheers being washed away, and he is drowning.
And in a blink the tidal wave is gone. The crowd come back into focus, and he has to blink again several times to make sure he's not still dreaming. That the ethereal vision before him is actually her. Black hair in stark contrast to the white of her headpiece. A perfect contradiction of light and dark. Purity and mystery together creating perfect clarity. He loves her. And she heard him. And he won't let her go. Not again. If he is selfish and wrong by stealing her away, then she is faith and goodness, and will lead him right. If this is a dream, then so be it. For she is his, and she is here. With his words of love in her heart, and a crown of flowers in her hair.