* 𝑭𝑬𝑵𝑹𝑰𝑹 𝑳𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑲

“ I'm not being like anything, it's a sweet idea! ” The witch leaned in, resting a head to Fenrir's chest, not wanting to let the wolf see the light dim in his eyes .

Playing keep away with his camera, “ Fenrir stop— just a few pictures! ” He got out between his chuckles .

Gaian's own expression soured, just the slightest. He didn't expect a wedding, seeing their circumstances, but they could have always imagined together, for a while. “ Yeah. . ! Really sweet ! ”

just a few more pictures !!

His own little bout of laughter, “ I mean it . ”

— beach day

“ . . . I could marry you right now. . ”

“ You're such a masochist. ” A roll of his eyes.

“ I'll kill all of you . ”

“ And you'll pine at my grave for centuries and bring me flowers everyday. ”

“ Don't leave me, I'll dieeeee— ”

“ You don't get mad when i stick flowers in your hair because I don't want to carry them . ”

— someone's grumpy that gaian won't stop stuffing thiago's pockets with flowers

criminal offensive side eye.

‘excuse me ?’