@murphysgirl
"We are?"
"We are?"
(Wait, is the YouTube link to, like, something involving music? Like, is it a song?)
"Yeah…" He said.
"Then we're going to DC, then back home."
(Yes)
(Well I hath Amazon Music Unlimited, do tell so I can listen)
"All right." She kissed him; they ate breakfast.
"Do we have any plans for today?"
(It's 100 Years, by Oreo. The video makes more sense than the lyrics for what I'm talking about.)
"Not really…" he said "Other than planning the wedding."
(Ah. I'll look it up.)
She smiled, and it hit her again. "Vozzie, we're getting married."
"I know, Nyxie."
She laughed and hooked her arms around his neck. "Where do we start?"
"What type of dress?"
"Oh, geez, I don't know. Something simple."
"Okay… and what do you want ME to wear?"
She tugged gently on his tie. "A tuxedo."
"Oh, so normal."
"What? What would you rather wear?"
(I'm going to literally have to physically force my fiancé into a tux for my wedding, he hates suits)
(Y E S MAKE HIM WEAR THE SUIT)
"A tux." He said
(He's going to wear it for literally just our wedding, I'm going to attempt to make him wear it for the reception, but who knows.)
She grinned. "Of course."
"What else would I wear?" He smirked
"I don't know." She hugged him. "Let's talk in the living room." I DO know what you'll be wearing that night…
and what is that?
"Okay then…" He said, walking to the living room.
Nyx flopped down on the couch and pulled him down next to her. "And where are we having it?"
"The Celestial Council."
"And where's the reception?"
"Paradox Vortex."
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