[The minute he sees Yoimiya, he can feel the very air leave his lungs at the sight of her walking towards him in the light, snowy weather. She's gorgeous in that dress, flowing behind her as she glides towards him, her parents accompanying her at her side. Snow gently falls into her hair, a magnificent accessory to her entire ensemble, looking as if she'd always been a native of Snezhnaya, his princess of the frozen north finally come home to stay. He can hear his mother crying, overjoyed that her son was marrying such a sweet, caring girl, his father proud that he'd managed to quell his bloodthirst enough to woo a woman to stand by his side. There's a small voice that cries out Yoimiya is so pretty! from the crowd, belonging to none other than Teucer, his eyes wide as he stares at Ajax's bride to be as she steps up to stand with him at the alter.
Childe laughs quietly at his little brother before turning to admire Yoimiya, even more pristine up close than when she had been entering the ceremony, the perfect vision of beauty and grace. He takes her hands gingerly after bows are made to Her Majesty, unable to see any of the world around him save for her captivating eyes, ones that glow with the sun and shine in the night sky.
You're beautiful, he mouths to her, completely taken in by her radiance, admiration shining in his eyes.]
We'll begin, [the cool voice of the archon rings out, silencing the crowd in reverence of her. She begins the ceremony, moving through everything swiftly, until finally they arrive at the wedding vows. She gestures to Tartaglia to start, nodding back to her as he holds both of Yoimiya's hands. His gaze has hardly broken away from her the entire ceremony, and with a lovesick smile on his face, he recites the vows that his dream brain has written for him in this very moment:]
Yoimiya, my life, my love, the eye of my storm. I give you my entire being, my eternal commitment, m▊ ▊▊▊▊▊▊ love ▊▊▊▊▊...your presence is the very ▊▊▊▊▊▊▊ of ▊▊ ▊▊▊▊▊▊▊...
[The dream begins to be fuzzy, his words incomplete, but he can still feel the warmth of his love for the wonderful woman in front of him, and he knows he means every single word he says, even if he can't remember them.]
Let us stand together ▊▊ ▊▊ gaze down upon ▊▊▊ ▊▊▊▊▊▊ below, and I will ▊▊▊▊ ▊▊▊ as ▊▊▊ shining northern star ▊▊▊▊ pierces ▊▊▊ inescapable ▊▊▊▊ night. I love you, and I pledge my body, mind, and soul to ▊▊▊, ▊▊▊ ▊▊▊ alone.
[He finishes, waiting with anticipation for her vows, his heart beating strongly in his chest as he stares back at Yoimiya, still enraptured by her. He can't believe this is finally happening, on this perfect day...]
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Childe laughs quietly at his little brother before turning to admire Yoimiya, even more pristine up close than when she had been entering the ceremony, the perfect vision of beauty and grace. He takes her hands gingerly after bows are made to Her Majesty, unable to see any of the world around him save for her captivating eyes, ones that glow with the sun and shine in the night sky.
You're beautiful, he mouths to her, completely taken in by her radiance, admiration shining in his eyes.]
We'll begin, [the cool voice of the archon rings out, silencing the crowd in reverence of her. She begins the ceremony, moving through everything swiftly, until finally they arrive at the wedding vows. She gestures to Tartaglia to start, nodding back to her as he holds both of Yoimiya's hands. His gaze has hardly broken away from her the entire ceremony, and with a lovesick smile on his face, he recites the vows that his dream brain has written for him in this very moment:]
Yoimiya, my life, my love, the eye of my storm. I give you my entire being, my eternal commitment, m▊ ▊▊▊▊▊▊ love ▊▊▊▊▊...your presence is the very ▊▊▊▊▊▊▊ of ▊▊ ▊▊▊▊▊▊▊...
[The dream begins to be fuzzy, his words incomplete, but he can still feel the warmth of his love for the wonderful woman in front of him, and he knows he means every single word he says, even if he can't remember them.]
Let us stand together ▊▊ ▊▊ gaze down upon ▊▊▊ ▊▊▊▊▊▊ below, and I will ▊▊▊▊ ▊▊▊ as ▊▊▊ shining northern star ▊▊▊▊ pierces ▊▊▊ inescapable ▊▊▊▊ night. I love you, and I pledge my body, mind, and soul to ▊▊▊, ▊▊▊ ▊▊▊ alone.
[He finishes, waiting with anticipation for her vows, his heart beating strongly in his chest as he stares back at Yoimiya, still enraptured by her. He can't believe this is finally happening, on this perfect day...]