Pandora Montgomery (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pandacharms) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} vrrpg, |
"I do." Her tone, though warm, implied the of course with ease. There was no one else she'd rather be doing this with and in fact no one she'd ever entertained the thought with but him.
She listened to him, her eyes on his, as he spoke, and to her there was no audience. She'd limited it as much as she thought she could get away with considering their families, so there would be less people for him to worry about. But for her, not even they were really there, just him. The center.
His words brought tears to her eyes, which she'd blame on hormones but she knew they'd be there anyway, and she reached up to cup his face, to pull him down, to kiss him softly. No, it wasn't time for that yet, but she didn't care. Then her hands traveled back down to his, and her fingers twined with his, and she took a deep breath.
She was not good at being soft, at least not in front of people. But she could do this. She drew his hands to her lips and she pressed a kiss to his knuckles. "Ye've had my heart since we were babes in arms, Ewan Summerby," she said, pale eyes on his. "Ye've had my heart just as long. Ye were my first friend. My partner in crime. Ye were my ears when I needed ears, as I was yer eyes when ye needed them. So of course ye were my first and only love. Ye've always had my heart. Ye've always been my missing piece. Ye've always been my haven from the world.
"So I pledge ye all these things. Ye have my heart. Ye have my friendship. Ye have a partner. Ye have anything of me I can give. Ye're rather stuck with me, as a matter of fact." Her smile grew faintly lopsided for a moment, amused. "As I was searching for what to say for this, I found something I rather liked, and I'll say it now, an old Scottish thing I think is fitting for us.
"I vow you the first cut of my meat, the first sip of my wine, from this day it shall only your name I cry out in the night and into your eyes that I smile each morning; I shall be a shield for you back as you are for mine. No shall a grievous word be spoken about us. Above and beyond this, I will cherish and honor you through this life and into the next, where we shall meet and love again." It was a slight mix of things, for she had enjoyed several of the vows and blessings she'd found, but she amended it to include her favorite parts and to make it flow as she thought best.