Our Decades in the Sun
by SMYGO4EVA
It wasn't as if she didn't feel love, because she knew she did. Elita had found that she could love in a way she could never love anyone else, even during war. Maybe when the war would finally be over, she would understand that. As much as affection was truly lost from her, the ability to love hadn't.
It was the same with Ironhide; he was one of her truest comrades. Ironhide was all rough and tumble and fighting the good fight; it seemed that there was no softness in him, nothing tender to be carried from battle to battle. Where would it be of use? Ironhide did not know how love would fit during such the ravages of war, but if renewing vows would reflect decades in the sun, then so be it.
Elita knew that she and Ironhide were bound for eternity.