A tip-of-the-hat to Fogs Of Grey and her story titles that are oh-so simple yet are so full of meaning, and to CasterChroniclesLover, whose style of writing I am going to attempt to try in this- it's a very unique and beautiful style.

Anywho- I've already thought of an ending o this -probably very long- story, but I don't know if I want to break your hearts with love, or be a Stephen Moffat and shatter them into a million pieces. Decisions, decisions...

I do not own The Caster Chronicles (or any characters used), or the quotes used throughout this story.

"We may only have tonight
But 'til the morning sun, you're mine, all mine
Play the music low
And sway to the rhythm of love

When the moon is low
We can dance in slow motion
And all your tears will subside
All your tears will dry

And long after I've gone,
you'll still be humming along
And I will keep you in my mind,
the way to make love so fine."

-The Plain White T's, "Rhythm of Love"

He held her like she was worth more than the world to him. The music flowing through the room made them sway slowly. He had finally found the one. She would never leave him, and he would never leave her. They would grow old together. Even in the afterlife, they would be inseparable. It was like two magnets stuck together. They would stick together, no matter how hard you tried to pull one away.
She placed a hand on his shoulder. He glanced at it. Her ring from their school -where they had met- was on her pinky, and a shiny silver ring with a beautiful diamond was placed on her ring finger. Yes. She would be his forever.

He spun her around, smiling. He had almost lost her to another man, but it turns out their relationship was never meant to be. Sure, theirs was strictly forbidden, but they didn't care. If they couldn't be together in life, they would be in death. For better or for worse to be exact, which was what both of them had promised to each other.

They danced some more, the happy tune making them enjoy each other's company even more.
Finally, she stopped, yawning wide. Then he remembered- she needed rest. He did not.
That would be a good thing some nights during their marriage -which had just begun- and a bad thing other nights.

"I think that's enough for tonight, Mr. Ravenwood." Lila said.
He let her go, smirking. Oh, he loved his Lila.
His Lila.
Lila Evers- but not anymore.

He quickly grabbed her, his arms around her waist. "Not so fast, Mrs. Ravenwood." he said, using everything but his voice to explain what he wanted from her. They had a long, loving kiss, and then retired to their bedroom. He still had her connected to him with his hands on her waist, pulling her in closer. She broke his grasp on her, and laid next to him, her head resting under his. She wrapped her arms around him, and he did the same with her. He kissed her forehead, and she smiled, quickly falling asleep. He never budged, he never moved, and never had a single complaint enter his head. He had never had this feeling before. One may have heard of it in books, but he doubted that anyone on earth had ever felt like their other half had been was happy, content, and at peace.

He was complete.

Me at this exact moment:

. /mlp/gif/25442_safe_animated_discord_fanfic_computer_now-kiss_discorderlyconduct_ ?1342342548

(sorry for being immature and shoving gifs your face...but Discord is best pony. No exceptions.)

Can I make that my profile picture?

Because I totally will if I can.