Fakiru Week 2017
Day 1 - Silver
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Everything was light, airy, and wondrously bright. Like a new dawn over a seemingly endless night, it was as though the world had been reborn right before Fakir's eyes and as such, it all gleamed. It shone and shimmered; it honestly brought tears to his eyes.
She walked out, slowly and gracefully. She smiled, demure, and as she saw him waiting for her, that small smile widened. Her eyes even became bigger; crinkling at the smiled back and straightened up. An uneasy breath pulled into his lungs as he became nervous. He fidgeted with his pale grey tie as he waited for her.
Every step was wobbly, uncertain, but Ahiru continued on. Lilies brushed up against her arms as her trail brushed over the Church carpet. She inhaled deeply and fell in love once more with the fragrance of her flowers.
The ceremony was tranquil. Deservedly peaceful. Every word, every proclamation of love and affirmation exchanged, dripped with dulcet sincerity. This was the happy end they had yearned for so deeply; the new beginning they had dreamed of. And it was all sealed with a kiss.
A chaste peck that was led by Fakir met with much exuberance from Ahiru. Fakir's hands had ghosted over her round, freckled cheeks. She had held onto his waist, she was up on tip-toes so he wouldn't have to lean down so much; being a somewhat lanky man, after all.
It could not have been a more perfect wedding.
Their darling friends scattered petals and rice over their teary-eyed faces as they walked, together, down the aisle. Their arms linked; much like their forever connected hearts. The wedding bells chimed: silver and clear. A proclamation to all the town that Fakir and Ahiru were very much in love and very much inclined to stay that way.