As she paced the floor of the ballroom, Croix's heart was beating a million times a minute in her chest.

This was it. Her big day. The big day. The first day of the rest of her life, the one that was going to change everything.

She was nervous, yes. She kept having to stop herself from tugging at her collar. This black (or maybe a dark purple? Definitely more purple than black) suit may not have been expensive, but she had pressed and ironed it until it looked as sharp as can be. But she was also excited. How could she not be? This day wasn't just any day.

This was the day her plans came to fruition and her destiny would be hers for the taking. After today, after this glorious day, all the naysayers who doubted her would be proven wrong and they'd never even realize it, like the fools they are. Today she got what she deserved, what was rightfully hers and hers alone. Today…it was all hers…

…Should she have worn a tie? It seemed more…contemporary. She was leaving the top buttons loose right now, but how many buttons did it take before it went from alluring suggestive woman in black tie to poorly raised hussy with her shirt undone? She buttoned the two just above the collar of her suit jacket. Had to look good for the photos, after all.

All this planning…all the long nights and guilt trips she suffered through…it was finally time to pay it forward. Everything needed to be perfect. Everything will be perfect. Nothing will stand in her way.

Today shall see the final victory of Croix Meridies, and the world will know her brilliance once and for all.

Croix snapped her fingers at Amanda, the only other girl here wearing pants. "Hang on, kid. Don't skew all the chairs. Some of these hypothetical people must've pushed them in before they left."

Amanda rolled her head back, groaning. "Do you want me to pull the chairs out or not?"

Croix didn't appreciate the attitude. All she had asked was to help set the scene in the ballroom. "Yes, but some of them! You do them all, or make a pattern out of it, it looks obvious. Just one or two chairs here and there. Not even at every table, either."

Amanda pushed one of the chairs back under the table, muttering under her breath. "I could be in bed right now. This is the lamest way to spend a weekend."

"It's…like two in the afternoon."

Amanda looked up. "Yeah? So?"

Croix crumpled a napkin and tossed it across the room, landing next to a table where Amanda skewed the most chairs. Whatever hypothetical group sat there to watch the wedding must've been real slobs. When Diana came with the tablecloths, she might leave a cup there too. Maybe a few dirty plates on one or two of the tables.

And on that thought, Croix's eyes drifted over to the big round table at the center of it all, where Jasminka was putting the final touches on their most eye-catching decoration; a multilayered wedding cake, precut to look like it had already been dished out to a dozen or so people.

Croix nodded to the girl. "Not bad, kid. But turn it this way. You want to be able to see the fact that it's cut when you walk in."

Jasminka shrugged, but continued to smile her childishly bright smile. "If you say so. I hope you and Professor Ursula like this cake though! I worked hard on it."

"Yeah yeah. I'm sure it'll be great. But I need to make sure it looks great first and foremost. No offense kid."

Croix, now fidgeting with her cufflinks, made her way over to Akko, Lotte, Sucy, and of course, Ursula. Her 'affianced' stuck out from the other little witches like a sore thumb, given that everyone else was dressed like they were going to a wedding, whereas Ursula was still in her favorite tracksuit.

The four of them were adding the finishing touches to the archway. It was picturesque looking thing, with flowers and vines tangled around the wood, courtesy of a plant growth potion. Akko and Lotte were adding a few finishing touches to the decorations to really sell the 'a whole wedding happened here' image.

Akko reached into her big plastic bag and absently scattered a few more flower petals underneath the arch. "You know I always kinda figured being a flower girl would be fun, but this is sorta…'

Lotte brushed a few of the petals around to give them a more even spread. "Pointless?"

"I guess. That's kinda a mean word."

As the two spread around the flowers, Croix pulled Ursula into a one-armed hug, a proud smile spread up her cheeks. She looked proudly across the room, and at all the little imperfections they had set up. They didn't need to host a large crowd. They simply needed it to look like they hosted a large crowd. And this place was like something out of a dream.

Croix couldn't help but feel proud. "Haha! Look at it all, Chariot!"

Ursula awkwardly pushed her glasses up her nose. A little caught-off guard by the hug, but not exactly protesting it either. "It looks like a slightly used ballroom."

Croix pumped her fist, still giggling to herself in victorious glee. "Doesn't it, though? It's perfect! We just need a few more amenities here and there, and we'll be done!"

"I'll give you this, Croix." Ursula giggled. "This isn't how I pictured my wedding day."

Granted, it wasn't how Croix pictured hers either. She never put much thought into it in general, but she imagined a guest list of more than seven teenagers and one government official. But still, she couldn't see how anyone could complain with the result.

This wasn't just a slightly used ballroom. This was the slightly used ballroom, and the key to her success and Ursula's future. It was a thing of beauty that the finest eyes could get lost in.

As if on cue, from behind them, Akko started to complain. "We are going to have some fun with this though, right? I mean, how long are we just gonna stand around messing stuff up? Like that cake's not just for decoration, is it?"

Jasminka nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! We'll get to have some when this is all over, won't we? I put a lot of work into this! I don't want it to go uneaten…"

Constanze made a little grumble from across the room as well, trying to find the most non-vocal way to voice her displeasure at being dragged out her without food.

But ever the kind professor, Ursula managed to calm all their worries with just a motherly smile. "Of course! I was thinking that when this was all over, we could just treat this like a normal party. You all can go out and have fun. It'll be our way of thanking you for helping us!"

Croix shrugged, still fiddling her sleeves. "Yeah, sure. Once I get my grant, you guys can dig in, if you want. We also have some chips and dip ready whenever Diana gets here with the stuff, so you can have that too."

"Wow." Sucy drolled. "Chips and dip? This is an occasion."

True to Croix's word, it didn't take long for Diana to arrive with the fancy tablecloths. The Cavendish manor used to hold big classy events like this all the time, and even beyond needing the Nine New Witches to attend, Croix knew having more authentic decorations here would really sell it.

She wasn't sure she'd ever felt so deviously excited setting up tables as she did right now. Now this place looked like someone just got married here. It couldn't be more perfect.

She made her way over to Ursula, and if she had been a younger woman, and not pushing thirty, she might've skipped. She had been going to ask her how she thought everything looked. But to her surprise, Ursula was already down on one knee, talking to Akko.

"It's okay to be a little nervous, Akko." Ursula encouraged her, in that soft tone that made her seem so natural as a professor. "But don't worry so much about it, okay? You know Diana's not going to think less of you, right?"

Akko shifted on her feet. It was pretty clear from the way she did it she was not used to standing in heels. "I know that…but I mean, I still don't know if I can do it. Or…I dunno, what if Diana doesn't even want to? She looks sorta…grumpy right now."

Ursula set a hand on the girl's shoulder. "We're not going to be playing music for a while. But I bet she'll be in a much better mood if you go over and tell her how nice her dress looks."

Akko looked up hopefully. "Y-you think so?"

"Give a try! I know you can do it!"

Akko beamed, and with a quick breath, walked over to talk to Diana. Croix took her place next to her 'bride' and crossed her arms.

"What was that about?"

Ursula couldn't help but laugh as she explained. "Oh, it's just Akko being silly. She felt like she had to ask Diana to dance since this is a wedding party, but she didn't know how. I've been teaching her after classes this past week, but you know how kids can be when they think too much about these sorts of things."

A noise landing somewhere between a chuckle and a scoff escaped Croix's lips. "Seriously? You've been giving the kid dance lessons on the side?"

She wasn't even sure why she couldn't believe it. She could completely picture Ursula taking the time out of her busy day to help the kid learn how to waltz in her office. Considering the Chariot Du Nord she went to school with, she wouldn't even be surprised if Ursula set aside her real work just to help a lovesick teenager.

And true to form, Ursula nudged Croix to watch as Akko approached the blonde girl, with no small amount of pride hidden behind her glasses.

Diana's expression made it abundantly clear how amused she was to be a part of Croix's scheme, but her face completely softened as Akko bounded over.

Akko rocked on her toes, with a grin spread from one ear to the other. "Hey Diana! I…I really like your dress!"

Diana blinked, and her hand abashedly went down to trace the folds in her silk skirt. "O-oh. Thank you, Akko. I mean, this is just…" She let out a shy chuckle, brushing her hair past her ear. "But you look very nice yourself. That looks really nice on you, I mean."

Akko's face went almost as pink as her dress. "R-really? Thanks! I mean, you look good too! I…um, I already said that."

Cold-hearted as Croix was, even she felt something stir at how the two seemed to melt into their own little world together. There was something bright and hopeful in their shared gazes and blushes. A little childish, perhaps, but the two were so blatantly enamored with their visions of the future as they prattled on about nothing.

Ursula was clasping her hands in sheer delight. When she turned to meet Croix, she couldn't help but notice that same spark of hope in her gaze as well. "I know I should feel bad for watching, but I just think it's sweet how close those two are."

"I guess." Croix mused. "Well, I hope today doesn't make me the kid's mother-in-law."

Ursula arched a brow. "You know I'm not literally her mother, right?"

Croix didn't say anything. She just smiled down at Ursula. Some days, when she was out and alone in the world, it was genuinely difficult to imagine someone like her was real. She just wished there was enough words in the world to tell her that.

Because all her staring earned her was a confused grin from Ursula. "…What?"

"You're amazing, you know that?"

Ursula flicked her in the arm, her cheeks slowly beginning to match her hair. "Croix, stop it…"

Croix couldn't stop smiling. "Chariot, I'm not stupid. I came out of nowhere, dropping this whole wedding bombshell on you, and even with all that, you still find the time to do all of this for them."

"I make time for the people I love. But, ah…I-I'm sure you know a little about that…"

Croix took a step closer. "I'm serious though. You're always doing this, raising everyone else up. It's…it's amazing. And I know I already used that word, but I can't think of any other way to describe it. You amaze me."

To say nothing of how she could do so much for Croix, bear everything she put her through, be with her at her lowest and darkest points, and still never ask for more than table scraps in return. That's why Croix had to get the cure, after all. It was the biggest piece of the world she could offer her anymore.

And then Ursula had the audacity to be bashful at her praise. She shifted and stuttered like she didn't deserve it, and it wasn't false modesty like Croix herself might've feigned. "I…w-well, that's something that's never changed from when we were kids, Croix. You know I'm always trying to make the world a happier place."

"Yeah." Croix chuckled dryly. "…We…Actually you should probably go get…your stuff on. It's getting late and…you know, our special guest will be here soon."

"…Right." Ursula said. "Right. This is the big moment of truth, isn't it? When all this planning gets put to the test."

"It'll work."

"I'm not worried about that." Ursula bit her lip. "I'm just…well, I'm a little sad the plan is almost done…"

"Yeah." Croix nodded mechanically. "We're almost…done."

Croix fiddled with her cufflinks again in the walk-in closet adjacent to the ballroom. She couldn't decide how she wanted them. She kept second-guessing herself.

What was she doing back there? No, she knew what she was doing. She was getting her head caught up in the clouds, again. She needed to keep her feet on the ground. Needing her mind to keep moving, to stop getting caught up on the same unattainable fantasies that kept leaving her ruined.

Maybe it was partially Diana and Akko's fault. The two had so many hearts in their eyes, they were starting to cloud Croix's own vision.

Ursula, in front the mirror tucked away in the corner, quietly whispered a spell to herself, and her tracksuit was enveloped in a green light. In an instant, it was replaced with a floor length white sheath. The dress hugged her hips tightly, and hung temptingly low on her shoulders. The straps were hard to even see, with the way Ursula let her long red down.

She looked angelic. And now Croix was wondering what she was getting into.

Ursula fidgeted in front of the mirror (and of course she would act like the dress wasn't the loveliest thing Croix had ever seen). Croix, very gently, brushed her hair aside and ran a finger across the shoulder strap. It wasn't enough that it looked like a gorgeous wedding dress neither of them could ever afford, it managed to feel like one too.

Despite the sudden dryness of her throat, Croix did, in fact, manage to speak. "Can you really keep that spell up for long?"

Ursula smiled a confident smile that was almost unlike her. Between that and the way the dress hung around her top, Croix was genuinely having trouble looking her in the eye.

"I'm no slouch when it comes to concealment magic." And just to accentuate her point, she ran a hand through her hair, briefly turning it blue. The reminder didn't really help Croix.

"Yeah, I know. But…with, you know…your…" She couldn't help but wince. "…condition, your magic's not as stable as it used to be."

Ursula's expression softened. "Croix…"

"No, no. Don't. I'm fine. That's what we're here to fix, anyway."

Ursula nodded, holding Croix's hand on her shoulder. Something stirred in Croix's chest as she looked at their reflections. Herself in her suit…Ursula in that dress...

Ursula sighed, her expression melting into a smile. "I wish we could have more moments like this…"

"L-like…what?"

"I know how much this cure means to you." Ursula whispered. She stared at Croix's reflection, while playing with the real one's fingers on her shoulder. "I know you think it's so important, but…when was the last time we had something like this? Where we could just…talk?"

Croix swallowed. "C'mon, that's just…dramatic." She whispered back. "How many times have I crashed at your apartment? How often have we just sat down and had dinner together, just in this last week alone? We're always talking, Chariot."

"And it's all business. Always about the cure or magic, or…you left so suddenly when we were kids, and then when you came back, you were in so much pain. And when I finally got through to you, when you finally worked past all that, you up and left again, just like that. Sometimes it feels like…like I never get to just have you here."

Croix gently turned Ursula around to face her. "Yeah, okay, I get it. Let's just talk then, Chariot. Tell me what you need to say."

Ursula's lips parted, but all that came out was a silent breath. Her hand drifted up to play in Croix' hair, before pulling her into a kiss.

Croix barely even blinked. Her hands fell to Ursula's hips to pull her closer. She closed her eyes, relishing all the sensations. Ursula's tender hands resting on the nape of her neck. The soft fabric of her dress in her hands. The firmness of the lips pressed against her own.

She hadn't felt anything like it in years.

There was no thoughts going through her head besides those, those delicious sensations. And even when Ursula finally pulled away, Croix didn't open her eyes until she felt the pressure of Ursula's forehead against her own.

"…you just kissed me." Croix mumbled.

"…yeah." Ursula breathed. "Yeah. Sorry. I didn't…"

"That wasn't even...words…"

"That wasn't what I meant to do…" Ursula sniffed. "…did you like it? Because, um…"

Again, with barely any thought put into it, Croix pulled Ursula against her and sunk into her lips. She could feel the corners upturn. She felt so good. She tasted like nothing Croix could describe.

All she knew was that she wanted more. And Ursula took to her toes to get those precious few centimeters closer, she knew Ursula felt that same burning desire.

Her grip tightened around Ursula's hips. They were pressed so close together now, but it still wasn't enough. She wanted her closer.

She needed her closer.

She shuddered as Ursula's hands went from resting against her neck to digging her nails into her shoulders. She pulled away from Croix's mouth for an agonizing fraction of a second for a breathless gasp before darting right back, moaning against her lips.

Ursula lifted a leg, trying to get higher, closer. Croix found herself stumbling backwards as Ursula practically climbed on top of her. As the back of Croix's head smacked against the wall, her hand went to lift Ursula's leg and help her up.

But instead of the silk of the wedding dress, her fingers ran across the cheap polyester of Ursula's tracksuit. Croix pulled away, and an airy chuckle escaped her lips. "L-lost your concen-"

"Shut up."

Ursula's voice was breathless, hungry, as she slipped a hand behind Croix's head and pulled her right back in.

But God, the tracksuit made it all the easier. She snaked her hand up through the jacket, savoring the feeling of bare skin against her hand. Ursula's palm smacked against the back wall, pinning themselves in place. Her other hand began to pull at the buttons of Croix's suit.

She couldn't get them. Not without looking, without untangling herself from Croix's hands. And she wasn't getting down, wasn't breaking away from nibbling on Croix's bottom lip. And Croix's breathless kisses became even more frustrated and needy.

She had missed her. There was not a soul on Earth Croix missed more than her. She couldn't find the words to tell her how just the very thought of her kept her going on the darkest and loneliest nights halfway across the world, but she needed her to know.

As Ursula began tugging at her hair, Croix took to pulling at the waistband of that damn tracksuit.

And then the alarm on Croix's phone beeped.

Ursula shrieked at the shrill electronic noise, and between the two of them, Croix ended up dropping her to the ground.

"W-what…?" She pulled out her phone to stop the alarm, panting heavily.

"C-Croix?" Ursula's brows furrowed as she pushed herself off the ground. "What is…?"

"T-the…the warning alarm. It's…2:30. She's supposed to arrive at…a-at 3."

She had completely forgot she had set this. And clearly Ursula had forgotten it too, despite being the one to tell her to set it up. Everything relied on how their VIP guest entered the room, after all. They needed it perfect. With no…

…no distractions.

Ursula, her face glowing red, nodded quickly. "R-right. We…should…"

"Yeah…"

"We need to get going. Almost out of…"

"O-of time, yeah."

Ursula cleared her throat, trying to take a deep breath in-between her gasps for air. "Ma…M-Metamorphie Vestesse."

Her mussed up tracksuit was once again replaced with the neat and tidy white wedding dress, and she took to the mirror to fix the tangles in her hair. Croix had to fix her jacket the old fashioned way. She noticed one of her flats on the other side of the room. She couldn't even remember when she had kicked them off.

She groaned to herself. That…had not been what she came in here to do. And she had no one to blame but herself. She was pretty rapidly running out of excuses to say she was not very much in love with Ursula Callistis. She was in far over her head here. So, so far over her head.

Ursula left the room pretty quickly, ironically seeming far more satisfied with her appearance now. Croix only followed a few minutes afterwards, once she looked less…obvious.

She immediately winced as she rejoined the faux party outside. Not only did she forget what she was doing all this for and what she needed to be thinking about, she had completely forgot there were a bunch of teenagers in the room over.

God, she hoped she looked like less of a mess than she felt like. How was it always Chariot who did this to her, who messed with her thoughts like this?

Akko waved, completely innocently. "What took you so long, Croix?"

"…Wedding stuff." Croix decided on at last. "Hard to explain. Just needed to fix…stuff."

She and Ursula exchanged a look. "Wedding stuff." She agreed. "It's just…one of those things. I'm not actually sure how to explain it either."

A few of the kids seemed to suddenly understand what just went down (Amanda looked especially off-put) but Diana quickly spoke up before anyone else could. "In any case, are we ready to move on yet?"

Akko nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! I wanna see this wedding get on the road!" She wiggled her eyebrows. "I bet there's plenty of…surprises in store!"

Sucy smirked. "Oh, I'm sure there is…"

Ursula shushed them, a knowing smile on her face.

There was something hidden in that exchange, but Croix wasn't in the mood. "Yeah yeah, sure kids. Let's get some of these photos done. We don't have as much time as I would've liked."

She pulled out two golden rings from her pockets (actually just metal and spray paint, with a touch of fairy magic courtesy of Lotte) and gestured to start getting the penultimate part of the plan done.

Constanze stood on a stool, and gave a thumbs up from behind the camera. (Jasminka and Amanda offered to take her place, but Croix knew the look in the kid's eyes. This camera was her invention and no one else was touching it.)

As Ursula offered her hand up to Croix, and she gently slid the ring up her finger, the kid immortalized the moment with a snapshot. And for the briefest second, Croix fooled herself into thinking this was real. And she felt happier than she had in so…so long.

She quickly shook the thought from her head. She was falling back in love. And she couldn't. Ursula was here in a beautiful wedding dress surrounded by kids who thought the world of her, and she deserved so much more. She deserved a real wedding with a person who actually honor the vows they were pretending to have said.

Croix wasn't sure she could be that person. She knew Ursula wanted her to be, and she herself wanted to be. But how fair was it to ask Ursula, who was so kind and beautiful and self-sacrificing, to keep fixing something as broken as her?

If she couldn't find the cure, if she couldn't fix the one thing she broke in Ursula…how could she even pretend to deserve her?

Constanze snapped a few more photos of their wedding, and Croix, in a rare move, decided to let go and enjoy the moment while it lasted. Maybe whenever she moved on to the next country to find the cure, she could recall this whenever she was feeling down.

But either way, now…it was just a matter of waiting until their guest arrived.

Croix did her absolute best to look surprised when the ballroom doors opened to let in their final, and most important, guest. And in turn, the middle-aged woman in the expensive suit could only stop in subdued shock at the scene Croix had deliberately set up before her. The exact reaction Croix had been aiming for. Just as she told them to, all the girls in attendance turned to stare.

The Secretary General of Magicraft was one of the highest authorities of all things magic and witchcraft in the entire European continent. She was the kind of woman who monitored every channel of activity in the magical world. And because of that, she was the kind of woman who would be interested if some major shake-up occurred in the independently operating witch group that unofficially knew themselves as "The Nine New Witches."

But of course, she was also the kind of woman who would be…unappreciative if someone like Croix started asking for things overtly, and especially the kind of woman Croix would prefer not to be on a first name basis with if she could help it. Not with how much power and influence she had.

But then, the Secretary General, who Croix knew to be a very serious and very professional individual, was also the kind of woman who would be extremely embarrassed if she got a detail as small as the time on the invite wrong.

Ursula stood from the table where she had been sitting with her new 'wife,' and smiled gently at the Secretary General. "Oh, you made it after all! We were worried you weren't coming, ma'am! It's very nice to finally see you face to face."

(It took quite a bit of willpower for Croix not to snicker.)

The Secretary General, as Croix predicted her to be, was a bit too confused by the sudden circumstances to maintain her professional composure. "Ah…yes. It's very nice to be here, but…did I…miss the…wedding?"

Ursula smiled sympathetically. "I'm afraid so...s-sorry you missed it. But we're still hosting the reception though!"

The woman reached into her pocket and checked the invite again. "But this said the wedding started at…" She stopped when she finally read the time on the paper. "…I could've sworn this said it started now."

"How strange…" Ursula mused. "W-well, I don't know what to tell you, ma'am."

(It must've been mortifying for a woman of her stature, to be invited to something and then walk in when the party was almost over, especially with both the brides giving her awkward smiles. Such a shame that someone had enchanted the invite paper to make it read the wrong time.)

Croix hoped her smile didn't look smug. "Oh, but we do have photos, if you'd like to see them!"

She gestured her over to sit next to her at the table, all but leaning over her shoulder as she shoved the camera in her view. Ursula quickly leaned towards her other shoulder, in the most subtle hostage taking the world had ever seen. And the look on the Secretary General's face. Surrounded by two blushing brides sweet-talking about their perfect wedding ceremony. She looked so adorably ashamed.

…Still though.

They were…nice photos.

Croix hadn't even realized she was smiling when she put the ring on Ursula. She had done a good job looking deceptively happy, and for a brief second, her heart burned with jealousy of the woman in the photo, who was utterly divorced from both past and future. She had nothing to think about except the fact she was marrying the most incredible woman she had ever met.

It wasn't fair.

"Aren't these pictures wonderful?" Croix cooed, hiding her resentment of her own visage.

The Secretary General forced herself to smile. "I must say, it's nice to see you doing something more productive than that debacle last year, Mrs…" She paused. "Erm…Now I'm even more embarrassed. What, ah…what is your last name going to be now?"

…Oh crap.

"M-Mrs. Meridies."

And from the Secretary General's other side; Ursula chimed in. "Mrs. Callistis."

Croix cleared her throat. "W-we actually haven't signed the whole…certificate yet! So we don't…it was one of those details you go back and forth on. Truth be told I was thinking about hyphenating it."

"I see."

"More modern. I think. Trendy. We're hip."

The Secretary General looked at her sideways.

Croix bit her lip. "…I'm nervous because I just got married."

That seemed to placate the Secretary General. "Say no more. I understand. I was quite an emotional mess myself when I married my first husband. Took until the third one for me to keep it together. Well, in any case, Mrs. Callistis..."

Oh that was weird.

"…I feel terrible about managing to get the time wrong. This…well, I'm usually much better about these things, and here I was feeling so proud that you were finally done with all your lying and scheming."

Croix waved her hand. "Oh no, don't beat yourself, ma'am. Could've happened to anyone."

"No, I'm serious. This was just…embarrassing on my part. I wish I could do something to make it up to you, but-"

YES.

Croix wasted no time pouncing on the opportunity. She put on her most innocent and pleasant smile. "…funny you should mention that." She said sweetly. "I mean, like I said, I really don't mind you missing the ceremony, it's no big deal. But there is…one thing you could help me with…!"

Her heart beat against the inside of her chest. Despite the minor, emotional setback with falling back in love with Ursula, things had actually worked out. She looked out across the wedding, at the seven girls at various tables enjoying cake and treats, at Ursula smiling proudly, and couldn't hope to stop herself from swelling.

The Secretary General had been sufficiently publically shamed, and now it was only a matter of absently reciting her practiced speech about how she could use just the most minor research grant to better benefit all of mankind. Finally, she was going to be able to get the cure, and maybe then she could finally live again. Everything was going perfect.

Which made it only fitting that then the south wall, quite literally, exploded.

A.N. I've written heavy stuff in the past, but uh…that was a different heavy that literally came by accident…I mean I wrote by accident. You know what I…you know, it's real easy to write way much too dialogue, that's why my fics are all so long-winded. I mean this is gonna be a huge 3-shot.

Ah well. Anyway yeah. The wall exploded. That wasn't part of the plan, I don't think. Meridies's maybe-malicious matrimonial motives may meet malevolent measures.