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Word Count - 420
Help Me Make It Through The Day
She woke in time to see dawn break through the window. She lay in Abraxas' arms, feeling his breath against her cheek as she watched the sunrise. This was heaven on earth, and she hated that in a few short hours, it would all be over.
Part of her wanted to wake him up, to let him show her his love one more time before she had to leave, but she was loathe to break the moment of peace that she was enjoying. It was likely the last time she would ever feel quite so content.
"You're thinking too hard, Darling," Abraxas murmured against her neck, his tone rough with sleep. He flexed his arms slightly, pulling her even closer into his embrace. "This doesn't have to be the last time."
"I'm to be married in seven hours, Abraxas."
He nodded, kissing her skin gently. "And yet, you will still belong to me because we both will it so, Druella. You taking another man's name won't change the amount of love I have for you."
She turned in his arms so they lay face to face. "It will never be the same as it is right now," she murmured against his lips. "I'll never be as free as I am now."
"You're not free now, my dear. You're mine. You have been for so long, and you will be again. And again. And again."
She smiled against his lips. "In my heart, I will always be yours," she agreed. "I love you, Abraxas."
"As I love you."
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Druella donned her white bridal robes and allowed her mother to paint her lips red with lipstick. She was not looking forward to her wedding, but Pureblood culture didn't dictate that the bride enjoy her wedding.
Only that she married as she was big by the patriarch of the family.
Cygnus was waiting for her at that very moment. Druella had no idea how he felt about the union, she hadn't thought to ask him. She didn't particularly care for his opinions.
"You are ready," her mother pronounced. "Do us proud, Druella."
Druella nodded once and followed her mother from the room. As she approached the aisle, her eyes fixed on the familiar mane of blonde hair in the crowd of guests.
Abraxas offered her a slow smile, his eyes sparkling with approval for her appearance.
As Druella recited her vows, she kept her eyes closed, imagining it was those eyes she was gazing into.
It helped get her through the day.
Written for;
Showtime - 45. Dawn
Amber's Attic - AbraxasDruella
Hamilton Mania - A1, P12 - White / Extra - 34. Lipstick
