Luigi was filled with wonder as he gazed upon the grandeur of the cathedral before him. The soaring ceiling seemed to stretch up into a void, casting a play of shadows that added to the mystique of the place. The soft, violet glow of countless candles bathed the area in a beautiful shimmer of light. As he walked down the aisle, Luigi noticed that he was dressed in an extraordinary white suit with a wedding dress train-like coattail. In his hands, he held a breathtaking bouquet of flowers, consisting of Hyacinths, irises, daisies, Snapdragon's, and hydrangeas, each bloom adding to the beauty of the already stunning scene.
As Luigi walked down the aisle, he felt a gentle tug on his coattails, causing him to turn around halfway. Two veiled attendants stood behind him, holding onto his coat with what looked like care, preventing it from dragging on the ground. Upon turning his attention back to the altar, he noticed a mysterious figure standing with their back towards him. The man was dressed in a pristine white tuxedo with standard coattails. The individual had a strong, imposing figure, with broad shoulders that exuded confidence and power. Their hair was neatly tied back in a pale, cascading mane that reached all the way down to their waist.
As the priest intently read from the Bible, his slender fingers gracefully flipped through the pages with a practiced ease, as if preparing for a speech. Luigi was grateful that he wasn't overwhelmed with anxiety at the moment. The room was so quiet that he could hear the sound of his own footsteps echoing against the walls. Yet, he couldn't help but feel uneasy that he couldn't hear his attendant's footsteps, which seemed odd given the room's stillness.
He slowly ascended the stairs towards the priest, he could hear no words that were spoken, despite their mouths moving. Maybe he was more nervous than he thought due to his hearing loss. Even during a panic attack, it was infrequent for him to lose his hearing, only the worst ones caused it. Typically, he would tremble and have difficulty breathing on top of being unable to hear.
As the priest spoke, the man standing beside Luigi, who was taller than him, took his hands and whispered, "I do." Luigi listened intently to the priest's question, which became clear to him: "Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, and forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto him, so long as you shall live?"
With nerves causing his heart to race, Luigi received a reassuring squeeze from the person he was about to marry. He gathered his courage and responded confidently, saying "I do." As they slipped a ring onto his finger, he glanced down at it, catching a glimpse of his husband's glowing violet eyes. Before soft but cold lips pressed gently against his, a sweet and pure kiss as gentle as a butterfly…