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"SAILOR MOON ETERNAL"

The 6th Season of the Sailor Moon Saga

Chapter 27

"For as Long as There is a Forever"

In the morning sky of early autumn, September the 21st, a breathtaking sun rises over Susan de Venici. Too excited for sleep to claim her for very long, the Guardian of Time was soon up with the sun to take in the gorgeous view from Serena's high rise apartment balcony.

"Awake with the dawn, Susan?" After several minutes spent in lone quietude, Susan then hears a voice carry on the wind through the stillness of the morn. She finds Alex standing there in her long robe sleepwear, with one cup of green tea for Susan and a mug of black coffee for herself. "Isn't it a little cold out here for you, just in that?" The golden haired female offers the tea cup to her equally tall, darker complexioned fellow soldier with a raised eyebrow.

Susan had changed from her quite revealing lingerie display after the bachelorette party last night, and was now bare-legged wrapped in one of Terry's 'borrowed' shirts.

"Thank you." Susan accepts it, and sips the hot drink gingerly. "No, I'm not cold at all, Alex. I feel so warm inside." She whispers, putting her hand over her rapidly beating heart, with a dreamy expression on her lovely face. Alex, leaning on the edge of the balcony rail looks at one of her Outer Sailor Soldiers in consternation.

"I suppose it's a little too late for me to say, and I'm not anyone to say, but…are you sure about this, Susan? Is marriage the right thing for you—for any of us?" Alex asks, concerned. She never put much stock in a ceremony or the establishment that put a man so high in position over a woman in this society. "I don't mean just as a Sailor Guardian, whose first and foremost allegiance must always be sworn to our Princess, as I trust you to know, better than the rest of us perhaps." The thought-provoked Outer Scout leader considers the millennia of pledged duty Sailor Pluto had adhered to, alone in her doorway for most of the long duration. "But as a woman, an individual of your own right, as well. Won't you feel too…possessed by him?" Alex plainly voices her own anxieties to the responsible woman she had come to consider a dear friend.

"Oh, Alex." Susan smiles at her wistfully. "I've never in my whole long, empty life been so absolutely certain of something. I want to be possessed by him. More than that, I want to be able to say it with my head held high, that I belong to Terry Starr and he belongs to me. Forever. Do you understand that? Forever! Marriage isn't simply about 'possession.' It's about love. To love someone enough to swear your life to him. To promise you'll keep this love for all time. And I've known since that moment my eyes met his, that he was the one. The one who will love me, and the one I will love through eternity. That's what marriage means to me. That's what marriage must mean to all who love each other as much as Terry and I do." Susan smiles at her wary friend, hoping this heartfelt answer was enough to convince her that she was doing the right thing. Because, for some reason, she wanted Alex to understand very much.

"And you're wrong about something else, too, Alex. You're not just "anyone" to me. You and Michelle have invited me to live by your side in this world, as sisters under the same pledge." Susan sees something in Alex's eyes that told her that her message of love had been conveyed. The lissome woman with the long darkest green hair blowing gently in the breeze surrounding them, wraps her arms around her strong friend's surprised shoulders in a sweet, sisterly embrace.

"Sisters, eh? I don't think I've told you yet, Susan, but—thanks for asking me to be Maid of Honor at your wedding today. I never imagined I would ever play that role." Giving herself an incredulous scoff, Alex speaks with a small smile tickling her lips. The tough, no-nonsense athlete still wondered why the bride chose her, of all people, for such an honored position above the other girls who were each more suited.

"I wanted it to be you because I always have looked up to you, more than anyone, admired your strength and courage that didn't care what the rest of the world said, Alex. You show independence with such ease, embody the freedom I have only yearned for, and know your own mind. Time and time again, you have been our rock, our leader, the wind beneath our wings. There isn't anyone I'd prefer to stand at my side on this most important day of my life." Meeting Alex's serious gaze, which turns to pleased gratitude across the beautiful rising sun view, sincere-eyed Susan responds sweetly.

The bride-to-be's meditative gaze then turns to the sun, slowly shining, wisteria hued, its early warmth upon the sleepy world below. Lost in her own reverie again, Susan's blissful eyes then travel to a balcony not so far away in the distance, where someone else with the same blissful smile searches the skies for the magenta sunrise of the eyes of the woman he would soon be blessed enough to call his 'wife.'

In a whirlwind, every little detail, every last minute arrangement was rushed toward the preparation of this joyous event. The girls were all more than happy to don bridesmaid dresses again, but this time made to Susan's taste. Even Alex reluctantly wears the fancy, too feminine maid-of-honor gown Susan had designed. But only because her dear friend begged did the tall, stunning beauty appear, dazzling in it, too, much to the Best Man's drooling delight.

Amazingly, without a hitch, this miracle wedding was about to start. All the bridesmaids were primped and prepared. The pink and fuchsia flower girls had stayed over for their last day in this era to watch their timeless guardian be a gorgeous bride in her lovely off the shoulder gown of her own creation and design.

Surveying herself in the mirror, Susan smiles as her friends help apply the endless strings of real diamonds that Terry's eagle eye had supplied once he had unintentionally spotted the design on a sheet of paper Susan had left on the desk of her design. The generous provider had insisted his real-life 'Jewel' wear the many carat finery in her fantasy headdress. From right off the paper to reality, the multifaceted gems surrounded her soft hair, which was swept up in a chignon, fashionably lovely, yet timeless style.

"Susan-mama, you look so beautiful!" Tara looks up in awe at the beautiful bride as she hands Susan her white magnolia blossom bouquet. After their problems earlier not so long ago on this particular subject of this particular man had been resolved, Tara now considered kind Susan her idol again. Sailor Pluto was that someone her partner, Saturn, would earnestly like to be like someday.

"Thank you, Tara." Susan just about manages to say, feeling as if inside she would just burst if any more joy was to be had this day. The forgotten Soldier's once solitary heart was filled to the brim with overwhelming excitement as her eternal song was coming to its grand crescendo. For it was now, in this everlasting moment, that her every dream—a fantasy which the lost Soldier of Time had forever believed could never happen—was almost about to become more than a distant, lonely daydream.

Across the hall, the dashing groom felt the same emotions surging through his now Time enhanced veins, as well.

Though Terry Starr was not one bit nervous as a normal new and very young husband-to-be might be, he was worried. Not about his imminent marriage, but about the tight-knit brothers three he would be leaving two of behind.

One in particular.

"Sayer." Terry whispers abruptly, as he re-tucks to perfection the white rose in his best man's top jacket pocket. "I'm glad to have you here at my side, in this important step for me." He smiles genuinely down at his looking slick in a tux, navy blue ponytailed sibling right beside him in the otherwise empty rectory.

Terry pauses before continuing, already having discussed with Robin how Sayer was actually the 'sensitive' brother concerning one of their inseparable trio leaving the nest, so to speak. His feelings not hurt in the least that Terry had chosen Sayer, the oldest, at times wisest, silver haired young man had judiciously agreed that placing Sayer in the role as 'best man' may help ease the secretly troubled heart Sayer Starr wore on his sleeve.

"And I want you to know that no matter what, I will always be at your side whenever you need me." In those few meaningful words, Terry relieves his brother's anxious soul. The fondness for each other passes through their brilliantly starry eyes, as the more mature brother was trying to express to Sayer that things were not changing in their family dynamic—they were just starting to get bigger and better.

"Thanks, Ter." Sayer smiles his brightest for his close brother and smacks his back with a big bear hug before they head out of the waiting room. "I already knew that. And I've got yours—and Susie's—back from now on, too." He says with a convivial wink, including Susan now into their tight family circle. "Let's get going anyway. You don't want to make my new 'sis' wait any longer than she has to." He smirks, still of the opinion that Terry had previously tasted bliss with Susan before, though he was imagining more real fun Terry had planned in store tonight with his gorgeous bride.

"Oh, no." Terry smiles, the look of ecstasy on his face only cementing Sayer's suspicions. "I don't think I can wait any longer, either." Whether his brother believed in his celibacy to this point or not concerning this ravishing, priceless jewel of a female counterpart, Terry Starr was grateful to receive the greatest reward of her love. And he would give every effort to cherish, for all time, who was in his eye the most perfect woman in the universe, hands-down.

"Sayer, do you have the ring?" Terry whispers to his best man as the pair of devilishly winsome young men stride up to the altar of the lavishly decorated church. It was all decked out in white and lavender ribbons, with beautifully chosen sprays of pale purple and white flowers lining each pew.

No, Terry wasn't getting nervous. He just understood this brother's tendency for forgetfulness at times. And he wanted everything to run as smoothly as possible for his Susan's wedding.

Our wedding…Terry smiles dreamily to himself, looking dashing in an all-out handsome grey, double breasted tuxedo, complete with tails and golden cummerbund. He made all the female members of the audience sigh as he and Sayer passed, each girl, no doubt, wishing they could, perhaps, trade places with the lucky bride.

"'Course I do, Ter. You think I'm an idiot?" Sayer declares, a bit miffed, looking devastatingly dapper himself in his own black tuxedo. But his face goes through several cute contortions as he searches his pockets for the golden band surrounded in sparkling diamonds that Terry had entrusted to his care only minutes ago.

"Oh! Here." He whips it out of his back pants pocket. How'd it get there? Sayer thinks, as he triumphantly holds it up to Terry. The taller man smiles at his younger brother's penchant for trouble and foolishness.

I will miss constantly curtailing it. Terry straightens Sayer's continuously crooked bow tie with brotherly care. I hope Robin can keep his cool with you…

But suddenly, all other thoughts dash away on the winds of Time as the music of 'Pachelbel's Canon' sweeps in. Terry straightens up taller as the organist begins to play the familiar melody that was celestial music to his romantic ears.

RiRi, an expert at this by now, looking oh-so-cute in her little flower girl dress, scatters white rose petals everywhere with a bouncy jaunting skip. Two by two, the lavender bridesmaids walk down the aisle. Amy and Rei were demure and lovely, Lita and Mina effusively radiant, Tara and Rini darling as they waved like little fluffy lilacs, Michelle nothing short of dazzling in this elegant color at Serena's side, effervescent, yet somehow still shining with grace.

And finally, as the maid-of-honor brings up the rear, Alex takes her place at the front of the aisle in that frilly lavender dress Susan had designed that was so 'not her style.' The tall, stately woman completely ignores the quick wink from her instantly drooling counterpart, best man Sayer, when she and all others turn their heads anxiously, awaiting the arrival of the beautiful bride as the sweet organ music marches its syncopated beats of time.

Terry sighs softly to himself as he feels his Susan's calm presence enter the chapel, right in time for the music to soar to full orchestral bloom. His bride was indeed beautiful, indeed lovely, and more than that, she was simply breathtaking. The audience stands at rapt attention in awe of her pure splendor. This magnificent gown of her own design was one of the most beautiful any viewer had ever seen.

A vision in white, Susan seemed to float on Darien's arm—for this Tuxedo Guardian was the one to give this born out of time Soldier away. It was a fitting tribute which Susan and Terry had both requested of the man who was their Princess' Prince, and would one day be their King. Darien was proud to give away one of the Moon Kingdom's most trusted Soldiers, justified and befittingly to another—a Star Soldier who had vowed to devote his life to Sailor Pluto, and to Sailor Moon, as well.

As Susan and Darien make their way down the aisle towards him, Terry finds himself standing in awe of her once more. In awe of the lady who would soon truly be his—and his for all time, thanks to their eternal bond through it. The intellectual man was still in disbelief that she of such perfection would agree to love him, to marry and promise her life to him, as he would eternally swear his to her.

In a beautiful white, misty satin dream the Princess of Pluto comes to her Prince from the Stars, linking her arm through his offered one, as their souls were about to be linked and melded into one as well.

"My precious lady." Terry whispers softly to his flawless jewel beyond comparison, with such adoration and love for her reflecting in his beautiful violet eyes.

My darling. Susan can only respond in her mind, too overwhelmed was she by the moment she had longed for so very long a time to even speak. The wedding march slowly fades, and the entire church grows silent, awaiting the priest's recital of their solemn marriage vows—which Terry and Susan had written special verses for each other and each other alone.

"I, Terry Starr," He takes both of Susan's delicately gloved hands in his, and gazes into the sea of her eyes, elucidating what he considered the most important words he would ever say, coming straight from his heart. "…pledge to you, my lady Susan de Venici, my eternal devotion to honor, to protect, to keep you safe in my heart for all time. Because of you, I have found the truth in my soul, my reason for living. Because in you, I have discovered everlasting dreams I've dreamed since before the stars were born, become reality. And because for you, I will do anything—all that I am, though I know it isn't much—is yours, my precious one. This and more, I vow to you a lifetime of my undying love, stretching into the far reaches of Eternity and blessed by the One Creator God, Maker of all above, He who wove the threads of our lives together. For as long as there is a forever, I will love you."

Finishing his heart-written vows, Terry kisses Susan's opera length, white satin gloved hands lovingly. His beautiful poetry causes Susan, and nearly every other woman in the audience, to fill with joyous tears in their eyes. A tender smile passes between them as Susan then answers with her sacred promises to him.

"I, Susan de Venici," Susan's voice wavers in a whisper, trying to find the strength amidst her surging emotions to speak. Looking into Terry's eyes, she finds the inner calm, bringing peace to her soul as his hands squeeze hers tenderly, giving her the strength she needed to continue. "…pledge to you, my beloved Terry Starr, my unending devotion to honor, to cherish, to keep your heart safe in mine forever. Because for you, the door to my lonely soul has been opened. Because of you, I can believe in impossible dreams. Because to you, I will give everything, my own darling one. This I promise to you, a lifetime of my truest love, reaching into the far corners of Eternity, sanctified by He who has blessed me with you, sent from the heavens above. For as long as there is a forever, I will love you."

Susan gazes strong and true into her love's eyes, meaning each sentence and each line with every ounce of her timeless soul. Many a tear falls in the crowd. The bridesmaids, who know the happy couple so well, lead the tearful waterfalls at the inspiring vows the bridal couple had just sworn to each other.

"With this ring, I thee wed."

Sayer dutifully hands the ring over as Terry slides the golden jeweled band on Susan's now ungloved slender hand.

Smiling, Susan takes the gold band Alex offers to her. "With this ring, I thee wed." She repeats the unbelievable words. They echo through her and Susan begins to tremble all over as she slides the band on Terry's charmingly long ring finger.

"Such beautiful devotion, such perfect love. The Lord has truly smiled upon this happy couple whom I now pronounce as man and wife." The Father says as tears fill his old eyes, too. "I am now so pleased to announce you as man and wife." He concludes the ceremony with a satisfied, smiled nod.

In that ephemeral moment, both Terry and Susan's wrists begin to glisten with unearthly Chronos energy. The invisible bonds encircling each of their now, and forever, entwined wrists glow for all to glimpse their now conjoined sparkle of enduring true love.

It was as if in that brief second that even Time itself was giving this destined pair its eternal blessings to last throughout infinity. As joint Sailor Guardians of Time who understood its vast, unlocked enormity now, more than ever, Terry and Susan's violet and magenta eyes blend into an orchid haze, and their iridescent lilac to purple, energized warm hands link in pure joy of having the knowledge that they would nevermore be alone in this universe God created they two to be as one.

"Oh, my! You may now kiss your bride." The Reverend, who was standing closer than anyone else to the nothing short of miraculously blessed shine between this special couple, smiles in awe of the Lord's blessing over these two starting their life's journey together.

Terry needed no further prompting, as he takes the woman who was now his wife—my wife!—in his arms, and kisses her tenderly, passionately, lovingly.

It was an extraordinarily lengthy kiss that Time seemed to stand still for. The audience watches in silent admiration, then suddenly breaks out in cheers of good will when the gorgeous tan-skinned bride and her tall and handsome groom's lips finally part. Deliriously happy, Susan follows Terry's lead as they make their way from the church out to the front steps.

The best man and his matched maid of honor were right behind them, and the bridesmaids consequently follow arm in arm with their chosen escorts, as the anxious bride awaits all her beloveds—the only family the time-forgotten woman had ever known—to crowd around, ready to throw her bouquet in the time-honored tradition she'd only ever fantasized about.

As soon as her friends had gathered around, smoothing her intricately diamond studded chignon back, a giggling Susan sends her white magnolias flying through the air towards all the anticipating women welcoming the floral spray with open arms.

But in mid air, the flowers seem to change trajectory, as if a sudden violent wind takes hold, to send the bouquet soaring in the opposite direction. It crash lands onto Sayer's head and bounces off his navy curls, right into Alex's unsuspecting arms. All the girls gasp in horror at the one woman who definitely did not want it, nor welcomed its profound significance, catches the sought after bouquet.

Alex had stood as far back on the sidelines as she could, not in the least trying to catch the air-lifted flowers.

A chance breeze? Or was it something deeper that had carried the omen to the golden-haired beauty standing and staring down in utter shock at the object that had somehow made its way into her unwilling hands.

Similarly surprised, and knowing now what that certain tradition meant, after witnessing what it had gotten Terry into—remembering Susan was the one who had caught the bouquet at Serena's wedding not so long ago—Sayer swallows hard. The look on his face was obvious scared-out-of-his-wits shock.

"Don't look so scared, Starr. Neither you nor I are the marrying type. So, you're safe." Alex huffs a little indignantly at him as she smashes the large white and golden centered magnolia bouquet to push him away before nonchalantly handing a chuckling Michelle the damning flowers. "It's just a silly old superstition anyway." Her scoffing words reach everyone's eavesdropping ears, cementing their belief that this time, this was a totally wasted bridal bouquet brought on by an unfortunate gale of the wind.

But somehow, from far away, the new bride catches a glimpse of something in her formidable Outer Scout friend's eye that made Susan certainly not believe in mere chance.

There is no chance in this life…there is only beautiful destiny the Lord provides for His children.

Susan's upward thoughts turn to the husband now on her arm, looking so dashing in his grey tails tuxedo suit. Terry then scoops her up, as if she were light as a feather, to impetuously rush her down to the white limousine waiting for them at the bottom of the church steps. He lifts her into the car as the crowd forming sees the couple off with a shower of lucky rice and good wishes.

But Terry and Susan no longer could hear their cheers, nor applause as the door of the limousine closes and the vehicle makes its swift drive away from the church.

"Terry, my husband..." Susan whispers at last, still trembling in exhilaration of this happiest of happy moments for her life, beaming with radiance.

"Susan, my own darling wife." Terry just manages to murmur back as he wraps his stunningly beautiful new bride in his strong arms, and kisses her lips, at first gently, then increasingly growing more passionately as the miles and seconds both tick by. Susan melts under his fervent attentions, giving them both a glimpse of the future ahead, and the unending honeymoon they were now embarking through Time together.

At Terry's stern request, Pym the agent had kept the exact time and location of the actual wedding a secret, staving off the droves of reporters and photographers, just itching for such a celebrity media event. But he didn't promise anything about after the ceremony, and the bridal couple's white limousine arrives at the reception hall to find the sidewalk leading to it crawling with reporters and cameramen.

"Oh." The sudden flash of bulbs and noisy crowd anxiously waiting to greet the newly wedded couple surprises Susan, who was still trying to catch her breath from her new husband's 'tender ministrations' on the car ride here.

"I am sorry, my lady. I should have insisted that there shouldn't be—" Terry starts to say, recognizing Susan's shyness in front of all those pushy, noisy people.

"No. It's perfect." Susan's combs her fingers carefully through her no-longer-pristine bangs, tidies her hair, and then Terry's, too, smoothing his mahogany slicked coif back, tickling the adorable little curls at his nape as she does. The once shy and retiring female takes a deep breath then straightens her veil that had somehow become a little mussed during the trip. "I will be proud to be able to tell the world that I am Mrs. Terry Starr, your wife." She smiles adoringly at her husband, as the dark tinted glass window shields from the reporters' eyes one more deep kiss between them.

"Ready, my angel?" After several more minutes of the car standing in idle, (though the heat rising in the back seat was anything but) Terry finally signals for the limo driver, a friend of Alex's who had been very patient and obliging to the couple, as he comes around the limo, opening the back door.

FLASH. FLASH. FLASH.

A seemingly endless stream of cameramen want to be the first to get the photograph of Three Lights' idol Terry Starr and his mysterious bride, whom they had been able to dig up very little about since the announcement of their sudden engagement. This unknown young woman, because of her famed fiancé, had shot to star status and was splashed on the front page of many a news magazine—all for the notoriety of her sex symbol new husband.

Terry steps out of the car, composed as always, and nods politely to the reporters, though he ignores their barrage of questions. The photographers get a few quick snaps of the handsome groom all in greys and whites on his own. But a strange stillness comes over the media when Terry gentlemanly turns and leads his new wife from the car.

In awe of her radiant timeless beauty, the reporters' mouths stop yapping for a full five seconds before the cameras' shutters then pop out of control. The gorgeous, breathtaking bride on the arm of Terry Starr was certainly a picture-perfect sight to see.

Mr. Pym, appearing from out of nowhere it seemed, suddenly rushes up, as heroically (yeah, right) he presses back the media. "Please, gentlemen, ladies! This is a very private affair. Please, let us not continue to pester the happy young couple with questions that no pair in their right mind would tell you about! Have some respect for privacy." Pym smiles amiably, referring to the persistent question: "Where's the honeymoon at?" and "Where are you off to right now?" which Terry already was deftly avoiding.

"If you were young Mr. Starr here, would you say where you were headed to for your honeymoon with such a ravishing creature? Hmm?" Pym was a press man extraordinaire, making the reporters and photographers amicable with his pleasant jokes. He was hopefully swaying what they would print about the event with all favorable comments as he protectively leads his charges into the reception hall area.

Despite his and Terry's sheltering lead, Susan pauses, poses and the attractive bride graces the photographers with a final, dazzling smile as radiant as the jewel glowing within her pure heart, which, for once, left the press all speechless as the three disappear behind the closing door.

"Good show, old man! Good show!" Pym slaps Terry on the back. "I believe you have picked a winner." Pym was more than a little impressed with Susan's graceful poise and charm with the media.

"Yes, I know I have." Terry nods, and pulls Susan close, incandescently overjoyed to have this lady in his embrace evermore, starting now.

"And may I say, my dear, how lovely you look." Pym kisses Susan's poised hand. "Many congratulations to both of you for finding the perfect mate at just the right time in your young lives." He meets Terry's eye with a knowledgeable wink.

There were no words better spoken for this pair enveloped in Time's embrace.

Terry and Susan arrive at the reception already in progress where Sayer, Robin and the rest of the gang had already gotten the party into full swing. The orchestra had been playing romantic ballads in the background, and the hall was decorated just as the church was—for new husband Terry had wisely given over all the decorations to artistic Susan's taste and style.

Cordially receiving the rest of the guests and the countless 'congratulations and good luck,' the bride and groom were both anxious to get a start on the long journey to their special honeymoon location.

But before they left, the newlyweds soon found themselves cutting the wedding cake, hand over hand. Susan takes the first slice from the top layer, and raises it to Terry's mouth to let him take a nibble of her fingers as well as the sweet cheesecake. Everyone giggles at the playfully adorable scene, wondering if Susan was going to do the smashing cake in the face ceremony. But somehow, they liked it better this gentle way. Terry gentlemanly feeds his lady, tenderly wiping a bit of cream from the sides of her luscious magenta lips, and then kisses her tenderly as everyone applauds.

The girls help serve the pieces of cake to the guests—little RiRi makes the expected mess all over her future mommy's pretty gown. Serena doesn't do too badly in the mess department herself, just having moved onto her second piece, half of it going down her none too dilly-dilly lavender dress. Sayer and Alex have an argument over something, as per usual, and ended up getting more cake on each other than the bridal couple did.

And then, in a whirl, it was time for gifts. The yards and yards of gift-wrap Susan must have undone seemed endless as Terry's deftly charm point fingers manfully come to her aid to speed up the grueling progress.

After the pleasant gift-giving session was over, the orchestra plays their chosen song. Terry and Susan waltz to 'Eternal Love' as they did once before at Serena's wedding. But this time Susan's lonely theme was complete, her heart's eternal song of love full and, her content spirit flourishingly filled with joy and promise. As she and Terry see only each other in the misty clouds of their now shared, timeless world, their palpable bond fills the hall with unlocked dreams of romance and endless love for each other.

After the oh-so-romantic dance where Time seemed to stand still, the happy couple disappears. They soon return, changed from their wedding attire to some very striking less formal wear.

"Are you sure you're not going to stay for the rest of Susie's garter thing? This next part is sure to be pre-tty exciting. Not that yours wasn't a long game." The dark ponytailed rock star stresses the word 'long,' his bugged out, starry blue eyes vividly getting right into the swing of Terry publicly removing Susan's garter all the way down from her shapely upper thigh. Having been left in charge of the winding down festivities of the party scene with Alex, Sayer remarks wickedly to his brother and Susan, then sneaks a look at his partner mischievously.

"I already told you to shove that thing as far away from me, if you want to keep your hands attached! I am not doing that. Understood, Starr?" Her brows as menacing as a fierce cyclone, Alex states angrily, she drew the line at wearing the long lavender dress today as maid of honor, for the bride's sake, without enduring its traditional 'perks' for the best man and the other groomsmen to harass the maid of honor in stupid, time-honored macho tradition.

"Come on, Ally! It'll be fun! Tradition, too." Giving Terry a thumbs-up wink, Sayer, after having downed one too many spirited spirits, was leaning on his still sober other brother's shoulder, as Robin rolls his eyes to the heavens in exasperation. The sveltely dressed, always short-tempered with Sayer, silver-haired idol was wishing all night that it wasn't Terry who was leaving for a trip to somewhere faraway.

"One we can do without." Alex retorts for the millionth time today. Her mouth was set, no nonsense, as she rejects the very idea offhandedly, despite Michelle's disappointed frown at her best friend missing out on some celebratory fun that must've been initiated in Paris wedding frolics, once upon a raucous time, which Susan had cajoled Terry into partaking in earlier.

"Shall we leave the rest up to the participants in question, my Queen?" Terry defers with a twinkle in his eye to the choice of his new wife on his arm.

"I find that always for the best, especially when Alex is concerned." Susan giggles into the safety of her young husband's wide shouldered embrace as Terry leads them away from he crowd and ensuing brawl threatening to break out on the reception dance floor.

The newlyweds take this opportunity to make their silent exit, sharing a hushed chuckle all the while at the rowdy scene they were leaving behind for more thrilling shores.

"Oh, Amara. Be a good sport." The French beauty coos, but to no avail, as she turns to her own beau for support on the matter.

"Maybe she's afraid." As for Robin, he shrugs and turns his nose up at the disgusting notion of anyone wanting to touch abrasive, nasty, tomboyish Alex Sokova in such an intimate manner, anyway. But the golden haired woman took his disdain as a total dare, much to Michelle's lit up delight.

"She's going to do it! You are masterful, my dearest!" Michelle's elated mental compliments to her boyfriend's triumphant smugness were soon cut short, though.

"Hmph." Alex grunts, giving her rival for Michelle's attentions her evilest eye. "I'm gonna give you a black eye for that to match that black penguin suit, Shrimp." The wind warrior glares at a sleek tuxedo donning, shielding-his-dazzlingly-gorgeous-and-pristine-face Robin threateningly. "—later." She warns in a hiss like an angry cat before turning her incensed venom upon Sayer.

"Do your best, Starr." Alex relents, deciding to play along for more reasons than she'd admit, as Michelle claps joyously.

Sayer's stimulated eyes pop out in sheer excitement at the titillating challenge accepted, rubbing his electrified fingers together for the real 'fun' to begin.

"Or your worst." Robin murmurs under his scoffed breath sourly, more miffed than intimidated by that despicable woman, whose long legs were patronizingly extended out on full display for the dubiously sporting 'winner' of Susan and Terry's scintillating garter toss before they left. Sayer utilizing some stellar speed in a blinding dash that gave no other contender a Fighter's chance—as an uninterested Robin leans back against the refreshment table and crosses his stylish arms.

"It will be our turn next, my adorable one!" Which soon were grabbed up by Michelle to wrap around her in squealed enthusiasm at witnessing Sayer bended at Alex's feet as his hands continue to slide up (and nearly getting the receiving end of the black eye treatment promised to his brother—So worth it!) in another thrilling scene she'd never have imagined possible before this trio of shooting Stars had fallen upon their three, secluded Outermost hearts.

"Goodbye!" Susan hugs each of her beloved girls, as each one feels the happiness glowing from within the time sheltered, fellow Sailor Guardian that they had never felt before.

"Good luck!" Lita calls out, with only the tiniest bit of envy at the loss of her favorite, tall and handsome idol who totally blew away all her old boyfriends, once upon a time. Except for my current boyfriend Andrew, that is. The ponytailed brunette proudly clings to her own tall and handsome, though blond, escort's arm as the round aqua teal hair accessories tied around her chestnut mane bob around as Lita waves.

"Have fun you two!" Mina cries out, nearly strangling Ken with the lilac ribbons she had looped around her shoulders for the big bow effect this blonde bombshell, teen idol wanna-be favored. The patient young architectural college student just laughs at Mina's buoyancy.

"Of course he'll have fun. Hope Susan knows what she's in for. Behave yourself, Terry." Rei observes of her centuries old, though still sheltered friend, in condescension of all men. She vainly pushes her sleek black bangs through her jeweled comb hair accessory of a red bird adorning the headband over her long, raven locks that Chad was constantly detangling in the autumn winds.

"Rei! The tenets of happiness in marriage consist far more than physical contact which consummation brings on the first connubial tour of delight." Amy chides with a lilting chuckle to her blunt comrade in the most clinical, intellectual terms that her medical school training could prescribe as she too was waving a fond farewell to her fellow academic genius.

Her groomsman escort Greg looked more terrified by the intimate, rather personal words than the elbowing in the gut he received from Melvin soon thereafter. The coke-bottle glasses wearing braniac was proud of himself for understanding every one of Amy's quantifiable definitions, and was ready to elucidate to a peaked looking Greg if necessary, had not a more tactful Molly intervened.

"'Bye, Puu! Bye, Terry-papa! Bye for now! BYE! BYE!" Rini desperately cries out, suddenly overwhelmingly sad. Knowing this would be the last time she would see either of them in this era, big droplets of tears begin to form in her already red eyes. That is, until she could feel her Helios' invisible Pegasus wings flutter about her anxious psyche, calming her to remember that in God's connected gateway world of dreams, time and separation from those we love held no sway.

"'Bye-bye!" RiRi repeats her big sister's parting salutation. "Chibi!" She then happily gurgles without a care in the world, bouncing up and down on Serena's lap with lavender cake frosting splashing all over both their faces and clothing and everywhere else in between.

"Goodbye." Tara smiles with a hug to her guardians who had become so very important and dear to the maturing young woman, especially after the Soldier of Sacrifice allowed gentle understanding to take the place of selfish immaturity.

"Roses may wither quickly, but I believe that the love between you two will never fade, with the blossom of Time on your side." Darien gives a trademark Tuxedo Mask speech, to which Terry and Susan both thank him as he hands Susan a single, signature red rose.

"My dear, dear friends! I love you both so much!" Whimpering tears in her crystal blue eyes, Serena directs her moon beaming smile through them to the first of her beloved Sailor Team to tie the knot. And since it was with another dear cosmic guardian who had sworn his pledge to protect this planet and the Moon Kingdom's solar system, as well, Serena was sure good, dutiful Susan's fairytale wish could not have been better rewarded. The sweet heart that beat within Serena Shields could be no more pleased for both her cherished friends who had found true love together under the white moon, as the Princess of it sends them her blessings for their propitious honeymoon. "But I miss you already!" Her yellow spaghetti hair tails flip and flow on the scented breeze, tangling around as Serena, in a sudden panic, warmly hugs Susan and Terry in one wide-armed triple hug.

The kindly tittering newlyweds attempt to gently extricate themselves from their princess' fervent embrace as the weepy Moon child was wiping her wet teardrops all over them before Darien swoops in to rescue them from his blubbering little wife, pulling her away with an apologetic grin. "We'll see you both again soon." The cooler headed man concludes the goodbye his emotional partner could not finish in coherent words.

"But not too soon, eh, Ter?" Sayer nudges his brother with a knowing smirk at the hidden pleasure this masculinity they three wandering stars had been granted on earth offered. "Keep him smiling, okay, Susie?" With a clicked tongue and a wink, Sayer kisses his new sister-in-law on the blushing cheek.

"And if he doesn't keep you smiling, 'Dead Scream' him." Giving Terry a warning glance, Alex knocks Sayer out of the way and kisses Susan warmly with the good advice, the older female simply giggling.

"I will certainly do my 'Gentle Uterus' best." His raised eyebrow and smirk deserved the crass woman's raised brow and simper back, Terry quietly directs his teasing, biting aside for demanding Alex's ears alone to hear. Then the confident, well-built young performer pulls his wife to him, taking his turn to land adoring kisses in her rose-scented hair.

"Enjoy the idyllic honeymoon Terry has secretly planned, you two lucky lovebirds. It certainly sounds promising to me. I wouldn't mind going there myself right about now, under the right star..." Envious Michelle, obviously 'in' on the secret destination of the romantic young poet, squeezes Susan's hand and gives Robin a coy glance and a meaningful kiss to her fingertip pointing in his direction, then sent up to the emerging stars above.

Their recent romantic French excursion not lost on him, Robin catches her kiss midair and presses it to his lips, making Michelle nearly swoon with something silently spoken in response passing between them, while he simultaneously steps up to exchange a brotherly nod and smile with Terry.

"Good luck, Terry. Sayer and I will try not to kill each other while you're gone." Robin says to his more companionable of the trio of brothers, whose other eyebrow raises at the thought of the two forever sparring brethren putting up with one another without his steady, peacemaking hand.

Alas…But I have a more important audience to please now…

A few final hugs and farewells and the newlyweds are off to the airport, packed and ready to go to the honeymoon they have both been waiting for all of empty, lost time…

Soaring through the by now darkened skies via private jet, the twelve hour straight flight to their honeymoon destination of Italy from Japan could have been very long and tiring, but Terry and Susan find themselves not the least bit exhausted. He had wanted to take his Susan someplace wonderful, a place that would suit their romance and dreams, an ideal location that she, locked inside Time's Doorway for countless millennia, never had the chance to visit.

All through the plane ride, the excited young singer couldn't close his eyes for even a moment. For then, he would not be able to gaze at the beautiful lady resting beside him, her dark emerald head leaning on his shoulder after she promised to not ask too much about their honeymoon location until they arrived. She thought it so romantic for him to keep it a special surprise, just for her, until the moment they arrived for the little traveled woman to glimpse for herself firsthand.

Oh my beloved, how I love you. Terry gently rubs his cheek against her soft, bowery of rose tresses. The two of them remain this way for most of the flight, though sometimes Susan stirred awake as they whispered tender promises to one another of their perfect lives planned together.

The few other passengers and stewardesses around knew that these were two young people very terribly much in love, and all give Terry and Susan discreet privacy, until the plane finally lands, hours later, in Venice, Italy. Since Tokyo time precedes Europe's clock by several hours, it still was late in the night of their wedding when Terry gently awakens his Sleeping Beauty and leads her to the waiting taxi.

The Italian cab driver spoke no English but somehow understood they were a newly married couple and he hurries to the hotel Terry directed him to, in perfect Italian, no less.

Arriving at the finest hotel in all of Venice in record time, the obliging driver helps Terry carry in the many bags of luggage. The hotel manager at the front desk sends out a volley of boys to retrieve the suitcases and bring them to the room, upon hearing of Mr. Starr's illustrious name, even far, far from Japan.

The hotel's luxurious honeymoon suite had been reserved for these newlyweds for a full two-week stay.

"Bella, bella!" The driver kisses Susan's hand in a farewell gesture to the most beautiful creature ever to grace his humble taxi cab.

"Your bride is indeed very lovely, Mr. Starr." The Venetian hotel manager says, smiling at Susan with much approval. "But ah! Such beauty could be only of Italian descent." The manager says dreamily over the front counter, certain that this dark haired vision of beauty must be one of his own country's tan-skinned, exotic beauties.

"Thank you. She is my priceless jewel beyond measure." Terry smiles, lyrically speaking of his new wife, although he was not so sure of Susan's lineage. Her background was still shrouded in mystery somewhat to him, with Time enveloping her cosmic start and finish. But it didn't matter to this foreign alien from another galaxy's star at all, his only concerns were her present happiness and her future wellbeing. Star Maker was only certain that his Princess of Pluto's past held many surprises for him yet to discover.

He felt not a bit of jet lag, since they wee crossing east to west, as he pulls his lady close to him on the elevator ride to their suite. They ignore the elevator boy traveling with them, as they kiss all the way up to the top floor. The doors open and the bell boy brings the rest of their luggage into the spacious suite before them.

Knowing it was a honeymoon, the smart lad scurries away, even before Terry could tip him.

I'll give him double tomorrow. Terry smiles to himself at the respect for their privacy, as he, kissing Susan the whole way up, somehow still manages to reach behind his back for the "Do not disturb" sign, hang it on the door and shut it tightly behind them with a kick, as his hands were full of his new bride, hanging all over him, kissing his neck as if it were both lifeline and delicious.

"Oh darling, is this real? Or am I still in one of my endless, lonely dreams?" Susan breathes, looking deeply into his serious wisteria eyes.

"If this is a dream, then let us never awaken, my beloved..." Terry whispers, his voice low and seductive, as he sweeps her away into an endless honeymoon of their tender, timeless love…

The next morning...

Awakening late after a night the eternal Guardian of Time never dreamed she'd have the privilege to partake in the glorious emotions of, Susan de Venici—no, Susan Starr—senses the warmth of lavender sunlight brush along her face. Her eyes were yet blissfully closed as a soft, tender scent—his scent of soft vanilla, tonka and musk mixed with her chamomile roses—fills the ageless female's entire being, giving her such a complete feeling of utter gentleness.

Time sent you to me in all my fantasies, Terry darling… I'm not trapped in the solitude of my lonely doorway anymore…

She opens her eyes and gazes up languidly to find her new husband's lazily opened, deep orchid eyes, looking back down at her and toying in her hair with curiosity and so much love that it permeated her entire being.

"Sleep well, my lady?" His voice, low and languid, murmurs in delight while admiring the long, dark green strands of her tresses with soft strokes across her pillow.

Your voice. Ah, your beautiful, awe-inspiring, gentle voice that makes me feel so very alive…

"Very well, my lord. Hmm…" With a hummed murmur, dreamy Susan kisses Terry's bare chest tenderly in gratitude for the firm, yet restful pillow it had provided for her throughout most of the night.

Well, some of the night, anyway...

"Oohh…" Susan languidly sighs in audible pleasure at the very vivid and recent memories of their wonderful first night together as husband and wife.

"I...didn't hurt you, did I?" His thoroughly contented, glistening eyes suddenly grow full of concern as they searched her blissfully heavily lidded ones.

"You could never hurt me! You are always so gentle—so gentle." Realizing how he must've mistook her sighs of pleasure for gasps of pain last night, Susan immediately kisses Terry's jaw line in gratitude, which visibly relaxes at her assuring words.

"And now I am admiring your beautiful violet eyes. They are exactly the shade of the heavens, at the edge of sunrise beyond Time." She makes the comparison wistfully, and she kisses his eyelids dreamily, after Terry closes his starlit orbs for her sweet lips to do so.

"I'm glad they please you, my precious Jewel, for in these eyes you can do no wrong. Everything I see from this day forward will be for you. Your every wish I want to make my eternal song." The poet in him rhythmically cadenzas, slightly amused by her whim to kiss his eyelids, but truly impressed with her heartfelt romanticism towards him.

"Purples are my favorite color—so you are my absolute ideal—right down to your perfect nose." She says teasing, as she taps the tip of his nose laughingly and he joins in her mirth. "But truly, you are so handsome, my darling one. Even in my dreams, I could not fantasize such perfection in a man."

"Just the same as I think of you, my beauty. Timeless feminine perfection personified." Blushing at her praise, Terry lifts Susan's soft hands, kissing each of her delicate long fingertips, traveling to her palms and then her slender wrists.

Wrists that were encompassed by invisible shackles he alone could perceive. Silent bonds that time has kept hold of this special woman who guarded over its mystery for millennia untold.

But no longer are you to traverse this endless road alone, my lady. From the time your magenta jewels haunted my soul from afar and for so long, until this moment I have drawn you close to become mine completely, I will walk it with you, side by side, guarding your pure beauty and protecting you, dear to my heart, for as long as there is a forever…

Susan notes how her fearless, strong, yet quiet and soft-spoken man was pondering the eternal bands around her limp wrists in his powerful, yet gentle, grasp's command. For his wrists, too, reflected the same invisible fetters on his manly ones as well, now, with that same imperceptible glow of time's endless stream to match hers.

A grateful Sailor Pluto reminisces when Time itself had wrapped around his willing wrists in that moment Terry Starr sacrificed everything he was, all of Sailor Star Maker's 'air of freedom' to ever wander the skies as a shooting star again, just for her.

You gave up so much just for me, Terry darling, to share in Time's unceasing responsibility as dual guardian. So now, I no longer need face my solitary sentence alone. Because of your endless care and love.

Never had Susan, in all her long existence, imagined such devotion could be for her, the forgotten soldier, with every promise to her fulfilled by this honorable man in the past, in this exhilarating present, and into the exciting future to come that she could now be certain would not be empty.

For here on our precious honeymoon bridal tour, you have made me feel so very cherished and loved, my husband. You are so much a part of me now, as I believe our Creator made us to be—we are one. The soul of Pluto felt so intricately assured in her entire being that their first night in the romantic city of Venice would last in her dreams into Eternity.

"How long have you been awake?" Susan finally finds her own voice, running her long fingernails along this virile young star man's chest to his long neck, landing kisses until his well developed Adam's apple bobs up and down.

"Hehehe! Stop it, Susan! That tickles!" Generally sedate Terry's giggle was not only adorable, but it was contagious, Susan unable to contain herself in his joyful laughter that she soon joins in on.

"Forgive me, my darling! But you are rather ticklish. Hee hee." The sheltered woman who had not known any man in her long life, pets this excessively masculine one's throat lovingly, thoroughly enjoying exploring much of the mahogany haired male's body parts up close.

"Yes…ahem..." Clearing his much admired throat, Terry Starr was also extremely male in his mortified modesty at his Susan's high regard of his masculinity. "Back to your original question on the length of my wakefulness, my pet." He indeed pets Susan's mussed bangs to her usual perfection again.

I was the culpable culprit of this disarray last night, after all.

"Long enough for my enchanted eyes to fully explore every portion of your delectable body and mentally write a sonata of each." Living up to his poetic proclivity, Terry leans down, his pleased kisses starting at Susan's warm forehead and traveling downward to more supple parts of her tanned body.

"And what did you discover?" Susan answers in a whisper, gasping at each of his lips' touches.

"That you're as gorgeous on the outside as you are beautiful on the inside, a delicate angel's breathtaking tableau beyond measure." Terry declares the song he had been composing in his heart since dawn for his now blushing new bride.

"And the fact that I am the most fortunate man in the universe to have finally found you, that you agreed to be mine, my timeless beauty." His arms wrap even tighter around Susan's voluptuous body, pulling her willing frame tightly to his chest.

"Oh, my darling! I still cannot believe how blessed I am to belong to you—to be entirely and completely yours." She nuzzles her face into his neck, breathing in his rich scent and reveling in the fact that he was hers, and hers alone for all time now, too.

"I am for you, my love. Before the stars were born, I was yours." He romantically expresses the deepest feeling in his heart, the sentiment of his soul. "And you were mine. God destined us for each other and guided us to find one another in His perfect timing." This Star Maker Soldier strokes his never again forgotten Pluto's hair with deep emotion.

"You are too wonderful! How can it be that I was the one deemed worthy to deserve such a man as you? But so grateful! So grateful!" Susan could not contain her pure joy at finding such a partner, such a perfect mate as he, Terry Starr summoning her hidden heart when she was had long ago given up hope for love.

"It is I who must strive to be worthy of you, my beloved princess. You are the one so far above me." Terry easily uses his ample muscle to rearrange Susan, and her shapely long legs, to be perched on his lap on the bed like the queen she was of his heart that beat for her only now. "If you will permit my honesty...I can say with certitude upon having glimpsed the twin suns of Kepler up close—that yours is far more graceful, beautiful and dazzling than any of the celestial bodies in the cosmos." With pride in her sylph-like physique and soft skin his large hands could revel in seizing hold of, Terry's arms wrap around Susan's slender waist and back as he pulls her bare body to be intimately face to face with his.

"Oh, yes. I must believe every word you say, my Terry..."

The celestial travelers soon lose track of all the tender kisses, soft whispers, gentle caresses and passionate lovemaking shared in the magical marriage that Time itself had joined together for today, tomorrow, and for eternity.

"Are you happy, my lady?" Sometime later, whether evening or morning, one or two days hence—neither could tell the difference anymore—Terry's soft whisper enters Susan's dreamy thoughts out of nowhere, he wanting to know if, as a man, he had fulfilled every wish, every desire of the woman he held so high in esteem.

You will always and forever be too good for me, my Queen.

"Happy?" Susan smiles up at him, her voice slowly drifting back from the half-asleep/half-fantasizing state she was in. "'Happy' could never begin to describe what I'm feeling, my darling. It's beyond happiness, beyond joy." She giggles that sweet, silly giggle of hers that Terry adored so much after hearing it so many times these past nights. "I'm in pure bliss, my own darling Prince from the stars." Susan lifts her face up to be kissed, Terry obliging willingly.

"As am I, my angel Susan, as am I." He answers, in her eyes once again seeing the lonely soul who had called out to him, making this Star Maker, who had traversed countless star miles and infinite light years just to meet her eyes, her own for all time now.

"Promise me something..." Out of nowhere, Susan's soft voice breaks desperately as she clings to his neck, with a slight tear in her eye.

Terry, a bit taken aback by her serious look and voice, gathers her in his arms tightly, attempting to calm her fears. "Anything...everything, my darling."

"Wherever you go...take me with you! I can't bear to be without you. To the ends of the universe—just to be near you!" She buries her face in his neck, having now known love and companionship, she found she could never be without him.

He smiles understandingly, gently and and pulls her even closer to his chest, caressing and nuzzling her hair, for he felt the same. "You need never fear of that, my lady. Wherever you are, there am I." He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood as he sees her eyes fill with tears of devotion. "You won't be able to get rid of me, even if you wanted. You are stuck with me for all time."

Susan breaks into a giggle at his teasing, relieved she had expressed a worry which she had been harboring within her and finding it completely erased by his words and love, as she leans her head back, enveloped in his kiss.

The pair spends their second day in Venice much like their first. No ancient site in the beautiful city was more tempting than the newlyweds' honeymoon suite as Terry and Susan quietly discover new things about one another, basking in their mate's company. The couple softly discusses their future together under the dimmed lights, with tender caresses, making plans and promises they knew deep inside that the other would always keep.

They were both that certain that this incredible, blessed love would last a lifetime and beyond.

"Susan, my love, tomorrow I'll take you somewhere very historic, very scenically beautiful. Venice, as I have researched, has much to offer, in lieu of your picturesque beauty." Terry calls to his lady love who had mysteriously disappeared into the bedroom, leaving Terry to uncomplainingly clean up the cups of hot cocoa they had ordered by room service earlier.

"That sounds lovely, my darling one. So thoughtful, but…" Her voice trails off, when suddenly the shy female appears from the other room, draping her scantily dressed form in a sheer, golden lingerie lace negligee in the doorway temptingly.

"—Anywhere would be wonderful, as long as I am with you." Her voice was breathy, giving that sensual air to compliment her sexy garb, as Susan gazes up at her tall partner from beneath long eyelashes.

"Susan." Terry speaks urgently, nearly dropping the half full cocoa cups that he hurriedly places back down to the table with a clatter, thankfully unbroken. "You are breathtaking beyond words." His deep tones whisper almost reverently, in awe of the fashion designer modeling her own stunning wares.

"Venice indeed has much to offer, much like my own stunning Italian beauty…" His lyrical soul recites a portion of the romantic poetry she inspired which Terry had been transcribing into a little journal he was planning to dedicate to his wife when this wondrous honeymoon tour of theirs was over.

To commemorate every precious moment of our blossoming love, my Princess of Pluto, it will speak for all ages of my eternal devotion to you.

The studious scholar pledges his adoration for the genteel woman as he takes her for his own, the well-suited lovers joining as one again. The night was young as they, with every treasured moment Time permitted them, revel in being the missing part of the other's heart.

The next day, as promised, Terry was proud to (literally) dress his lady up—much to Susan's delight—and take her out to show her off and see Venice's most breathtaking sites, both historic and scenic of the centuries-old locale.

But it was her tall, clever husband who took her breath away, as he recited to her history and facts galore on every monument and museum and landscape. Each were all graced with the newlyweds' caressing embraces, captured in photos taken for posterity, and poetic songs serenaded by a certain gorgeous voiced crooner for his lovely bride.

After the day trip had the two enjoying the views from a scenic outdoor café in the heart of the city, Terry had led Susan to the Brenta River which ran straight through Venice. He even stopped a passing gondola for the pair of excited tourists to board.

Soon Susan was lying under the romantic sunset in her strong husband's arms, as the slender craft slowly rocked to and fro on the river that stretched between Trentino and the Adriatic Sea.

"This Grand Canal that runs through the Padova now, in ancient eras was called the Medoacus Maior. It was said in Roman times to have started flowing from the mountains high above, then changed course to divide into two branches during the Middle Ages. But they two were destined to converge again into one at the deepest point of the Venetian lagoon called the Fossa delle Ceppe, at about fifty meters deep. That is where we are right above, just about now, my Jewel of destiny." Handsome tour guide Terry Starr mixes history and romanticism as his exceptional memory comes in handy for the well accented names and locations and historical data he shared with his totally engrossed lover.

"Fated to merge together deeply for the ages." The elegist muses the allusion to their never ending love story in the cool September autumn breezes which tousled the little curls at the back of his neck.

"Their endless River of Time will flow together now for eternity." As Terry's deep voice whispered against the melting sunset, Susan adored the vision of her devoted husband's loving smile and kisses which warmed her to her very core as he and she feel the pull of Time's River acutely flowing in each of their guardian veins. But at last, this lost child of Pluto could smile knowing they were connected now through Time within one another's forever contented, eternally conjoined loop.

'Come sei bella più bella stasera Mariú!

Splende un sorriso di stella negli occhi tuoi blu!'

The gondolier leaning at the stern of the slowly floating vessel pretended to look away as he began to sing a beautiful Neapolitan love song, serenading the couple gently. Although, he was unaware of the fact that this foreign young gentleman was not merely spouting sweet romantic nothings to his gorgeous bride as other new husbands were want to do at such moments.

No, Terry Starr spoke his sweet, romantic everythings to his cherished lady from the outer parts of this special galaxy.

'Parlami d'amore, Mariù!
Tutta la mia vita sei tu!
Gli occhi tuoi belli brillano'

'Dimmi che illusione non é
Dimmi che sei tutta per me!
Qui sul tuo cuor non soffro più
Parlami d'amore, Mariù!'

As the gondolier serenades the Italian love song 'Parlami d'amore Mariu,' Terry and Susan Starr make their own music in the small craft as the sun sinks low into Italy's skyline, creating a stunning horizon of orange, melon and purple shades over the waters of the Adriatic Sea in the distance, as deep and as endless as Time's river of eternity had promised one for another…

"For as long as there is forever, I'll be in love with you."

Both Terry and Susan murmur softly their endless devotion, for they two alone to hear, deeply feeling the tenderness and ardor of this pledge in every part of their being. They were grateful for this Heaven-sent love, as they gazed into each other's beautiful eyes—eyes which the Lord had allowed them see beyond time—to finally find each other after so many long, lonely years.

Hello fellow Sailor Moon Eternal friends!

Thanks for reading this consequential episode of Sailor Moon Eternal where one set of our stars have found wedded bliss! We hope you enjoyed attending Susan and Terry's wedding filled with love and dreams and romance! My talented sister Setsuna has illustrated the momentous wedding ceremony kiss portrait and has it on her Setsuna Kou facebook page.! I hope you can view it on her (facebook dot com slash setsuna dot kou) page to glimpse the beautiful, blessed joining of these two destined in the cosmos sailor soldiers!

God bless and keep you all safe out there during these difficult and horrible storms of real life! I hope to hear reviews from you about both this wedding and Setsuna's portrait of this starry couple.

Your friend, HarukaKou

'Parlami d'amore Mariu' Italian lovesong full lyrics and translation proceeding, so fitting for our starry-eyed Taina newlyweds here:

"Parlami d'amore Mariú" by Ennio Neri

Come sei bella più bella stasera Mariú!
Splende un sorriso di stella negli occhi tuoi blu!
Anche se avverso il destino domani sarà
Oggi ti sono vicino, perché sospirar, non pensar

Parlami d'amore, Mariù!
Tutta la mia vita sei tu!
Gli occhi tuoi belli brillano
Fiamme di sogno scintillano

Dimmi che illusione non é
Dimmi che sei tutta per me!
Qui sul tuo cuor non soffro più

Parlami d'amore, Mariù!
Dimmi che illusione non é
Dimmi che sei tutta per me!
Qui sul tuo cuor non soffro più
Parlami d'amore, Mariù!

'Speak to me of love, Maria' (translation)

How beautiful you are and even more so tonight, Maria!
A starry smile shines in these blue eyes of yours!
Even if destiny will be adverse tomorrow
Tonight I'm close to you, what's the sighing for?

Speak to me of love Maria!
You are my whole life!
Your two blue eyes are shining twinkling like two stars

Tell me this isn't an illusion
Tell me that you're all mine
Here in your heart I don't suffer anymore

Speak to me of love Maria!
I know what a pretty and red-blooded siren you are
I know that whoever looks into these blue eyes of yours gets lost
But why should I care if all the people laugh at me
Better off in the bottomless whirlpool as long as I'm always with you

Speak to me of love Maria!
You are my whole life!
Your two blue eyes are shining twinkling like two stars!

Tell me this isn't an illusion
Tell me that you're all mine
Here in your heart I don't suffer anymore

Speak to me of love Maria!
Tell me this isn't an illusion
Tell me that you're all mine
Here in your heart I don't suffer anymore

Speak to me of love Maria!
Here in your heart I don't suffer anymore
Speak to me of love Maria!