[Chuckling quietly, he holds her hands a little tighter to help her, to give her that rock to lean against so she can keep her composure. But at the same time, he's touched by how she's reacted to his vows, his expression soft yet confident, emotion welling in his chest to see her so happy.
That emotion only grows when she begins, giving her his full attention, his eyes widening and beginning to glisten with the tears that threaten to well up and spill over onto his cheeks. Her speech is as beautiful as herself, how the rays from the sun illuminate her, voice angelic to his ears as she finishes and begins to cry. Tartaglia gingerly lets go of one of her hands to wipe away the tears that fall, his smile gentle as the Tsaritsa continues.]
May these rings be blessed, and the two of you be forever joined until the wolves ravage your bones or the frigid winds freeze you to your cores. Place them on your fingers, and go- may you walk together and fight your way through the eternal blizzard.
[Handing them each other's rings, Tartaglia takes Yoimiya's hand to slip her ring onto her finger, and waits patiently for her to do the same. Little does anyone know, the rumblings of something darker begin to stir behind the church, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.]
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That emotion only grows when she begins, giving her his full attention, his eyes widening and beginning to glisten with the tears that threaten to well up and spill over onto his cheeks. Her speech is as beautiful as herself, how the rays from the sun illuminate her, voice angelic to his ears as she finishes and begins to cry. Tartaglia gingerly lets go of one of her hands to wipe away the tears that fall, his smile gentle as the Tsaritsa continues.]
May these rings be blessed, and the two of you be forever joined until the wolves ravage your bones or the frigid winds freeze you to your cores. Place them on your fingers, and go- may you walk together and fight your way through the eternal blizzard.
[Handing them each other's rings, Tartaglia takes Yoimiya's hand to slip her ring onto her finger, and waits patiently for her to do the same. Little does anyone know, the rumblings of something darker begin to stir behind the church, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.]