Hannah & Jeremiah; Jester's Court
Of course the snapshot changed and Jeremiah was certain of that. No one could be their best parts every moment of every day, and perhaps those best moments were defined equally by the worst. And those decisions, sometimes good, and sometimes less, were part of what made up a lifetime. Certainly he had never always been his best self, and sometimes trying to reconcile that self with who he wanted to be - who he saw himself as - was terribly difficult. It continued to be terribly difficult even as he was trying to write his own after - not one with ink and paper, written out in his hand, or typed on the typewriter he sometimes played at when he wanted to feel like one of Hollywood's once upon a time screenwriters - but a real after.
He lingered in the kiss, urged in by her touch, and he let himself stay there. He could believe in an after here, even if he was sometimes afraid that he was trying to write one too badly where it did not exist, and yet regrets, things he might regret, prompted by things he had regretted.
"Our citizens will think that their Prince and Princess love each other greatly," he responded breathlessly, equal smiles turned back upon her as his hazel eyes searched her face. She was smiling, her eyes laughing, and she was still warm against him, and he wanted to snapshot this moment like a romance novel. Instead he reached for her hand, sliding his fingers through hers and holding on tight. "Hannah, help me write an after. Yours. Mine. Ours."