Ivan's mouth dropped and Tino's face went to an expression of surprise, "You what?!" Ivan managed out.
"Ya heard me…" Berwald wrapped an arm around Tino's waist, careful to not ruffle the angel's feathers, and pulled him closer. Ivan's hand darted back to his dagger, "We 're in love…"
"Release the prince, da…"
Tino's head felt as if it was spinning and his body seemed to move on its own as he turned just the slightest, leaning into the demon and placed a hand on his chest, "No…" Tino looked up at Berwald to see he had a small dusting of blush, "Ivan…" He looked back to the Russian whose face was of pure shock and horror and maybe a little…disgust? Disgusted that an angel would even think about being a demon's lover, "We love each other and that's how it is…"
It didn't seem to help, "No matter how madly you two say you are in love, it will not stop your marriage to Francias…"
Tino was tongue tied. Ivan was right. No matter what Tino will end up being wed to Francias, getting along or not, "'ll f'ght fer 'im…" Tino looked at the Swede in shock.
"But you'll be killed and then throw demons and angels into war again…" Ivan pointed out before Tino could himself.
"'ll th'nk of s'meth'n' but I wun' l't T'no m'rry someone 'lse…" The Finn was about to speak when Berwald moved to hold him more possessively.
Ivan looked them up and down a moment, "Let me bring Tino home before his grandmother begins to worry and meet us here tomorrow. I might already have an idea…"
…
Berwald sat carving for about an hour in the small drizzle. He began to wonder if the Russian had tricked him…He should have known better then to trust an angel, course he'd trust Tino…Just no other angel…
…
Tino held his breath a moment before breathing out, "Ivan is this necessary? I mean Berwald might not even agree to this. We met only a coup—AH!" Ivan gave another pull on the strings on Tino's long white dress.
"He will…If he is as dedicated as he looked…He will, da…" Ivan tied off the string and spun Tino to face him, "I called off your date with Francias saying you are sick and that you are not to be disturbed."
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The small drizzle had died off. Berwald gave in and stood. He shouldn't have let Tino go yesterday...
"Demon!" The Russian's voice was strong.
"I 'ave a name…"
"Da…da…" Ivan waved it off.
"T'll me yer idea and wh're T'no is…"
"Da, I think you will agree to this plan. Tino, don't be shy…" The Russian held out his hand behind a large tree, "Come on…"
Tino stepped out from behind the tree to show that he was wearing a long white dress that flowed. His wings seemed to be freshly preened and brightened. He looked…in simple words…beautiful…
A slight dusting crossed Berwald's cheeks, "Wh't…" Tino looked away with a bright blush and bit his lip.
"What better way to be sure he marries no one else…then marry him yourself, da?"
A/N
Yep…story is still moving fast. But if you've read Romeo and Juliet this is slow…They were married by act 2 scene 6…*cough*They'd only known each other for 24 hours*cough* AND THEY ONLY DANCED! This it's been at least 72 hours and they have gotten to know more about each other. Anyway, hope you enjoyed.