Perhaps it is when there is no hope remaining that we must search most desperately for the light...
She breathed out slowly.
Her face was bathed in sweat, her hands fisted.
She stepped forward, almost caught by the miles of froth billowing behind her.
She waited then, her face white and still, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach.
Her eyes closed a little, dreaming as she stood.
A little smile quirked his face.
They stood there a long moment, silent.
Someone said something, and he responded.
She opened her eyes again, her lips curving up in a blinding smile.
She gazed into his mismatched Fae eyes, her own sparkling with mischief.
"You…"
He jerked at the familiar saying, the butterflies in his own stomach fluttering to become blocks of ice.
"Have…"
The word shot through to air, striking him. But he stayed, staring at her.
"No…"
The mischief in her eyes twinkled at him, and the smile returned to his face.
"Power…"
She grabbed his hand, and his other came up to gently touch her cheek.
"Over…"
She leaned forward, he tilted his own head down. Her voice faded on the final word.
"Me…"
His arms came around her, her own circling his neck as he kissed her. Cheering was heard in the background as power in the form of wind circled them, sweeping around them in a beautiful arc. Fireworks exploded in the sky, beautiful colors sparkling down to touch the now unfurled banners as they snapped straight in the magic breeze. Alone, they stood separated by their own happiness, away from the havoc of the world around them.
They came apart slowly, and he could not hold back his smile as he slipped the ring on her delicate finger.
"I love you…"