'And he's the best fuck that ever walked. He's beautiful - rich, in money and everything else; he's a rockstar to boot, trapped in the body of a fighter. And how he fought; at a state of turmoil with himself - somewhere inside his soul that only she...
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'You gave me wings and made me fly You touched my hand, I could touch the sky I lost my faith, you gave it back to me You said no star was out of reach You stood by me and I stood tall I had your love, I had it all I know this much is true I was blessed because I was loved by you
You were always there for me The tender wind that carried me A light in the dark shining your love into my life You've been my inspiration Through the lies you were the truth My world is a better place because of you'
AN: you're more than welcome to skip through the vows, it's the traditional religious ceremony 'for better, for worse' and quite repetitive, still I felt including it was a better alternative than skipping between scenes too quickly. there are a few funny moments to it I thought, so it isn't totally dry. enjoy <3
The bible says the woman is the reflection of her man and if you love her to the point of madness, she'll become the best version you ever knew. Sirius knew this all along, but when he awoke from his brief nap through the early hours of the morning, it was made all the more apparent that this was his life now.
He knew then that he was sane again. He could think again. And he could fight again. More importantly, he could fight what he didn't want to be. Drugs would no longer be a benefactor to his personhood, and he was more than content to live the rest of his life as purely as the woman marrying him was.
Perhaps owing to the lack of potions stimulating her, Hera woke in a somewhat more frenzied state.
Though she still had two hours before they had to arrive at the courthouse, Hera had accounted for a little more time to freshen herself and recuperate. She had only pulled herself from bed at around twenty past nine, at which point Harry was pounding on the door to her bedroom.
"Hera, wake up! Ange is here, " he yelled, an unmistakable grogginess to his voice.
"You two like your sleep, don't you?" Ange shook her head, already dressed flawlessly. She wore a baby pink maxi dress that was rushed around the stomach and chest; the dress was largely modest, save for the imperceptible thigh slit that only showed when billowing from any steadfast movement and a low cowl neckline.
