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Giant doors sprung open, and the congregation arose. The pianist began to press the keys gracefully and swiftly. On cue, the trumpets blared, the flutes fluttered, the drums thumped, and the very close friends wept openly. The two flower girls happily walked in, spreading flowers behind and aside them as they walked down the red carpet aisle. A woman followed after.

There she was.

Her long, white gown trailing many feet behind, swishing gracefully as she walked. Her veil, held by a small and simple white crown, draped over her (h/c) hair, moving in harmony with her hair.

He couldn't help but smile.

His stomach was full of what everyone usually called butterflies. They, too, were excited to see the beautiful significant other trudging over, and they danced with happiness.

The God could feel his cheeks becoming warmer-and hurting more as well. He hadn't noticed he was smiling 5 minutes straight. Then again, why shouldn't he be?

Her soft slow footsteps brought her closer. At any moment, he believe, his heart might burst out of his chest.

After countless years-centuries possibly-he had somebody to call his own.

His bride.
Goddess.
Sweetheart.

His inamorata.

Description
Giant doors sprung open, and the congregation arose. The pianist began to press the keys gracefully and swiftly. On cue, the trumpets blared, the flutes fluttered, the drums thumped, and the very close friends wept openly. The two flower girls happily walked in, spreading flowers behind and aside them as they walked down the red carpet aisle. A woman followed after.

There she was.

Her long, white gown trailing many feet behind, swishing gracefully as she walked. Her veil, held by a small and simple white crown, draped over her (h/c) hair, moving in harmony with her hair.

He couldn't help but smile.

His stomach was full of what everyone usually called butterflies. They, too, were excited to see the beautiful significant other trudging over, and they danced with happiness.

The God could feel his cheeks becoming warmer-and hurting more as well. He hadn't noticed he was smiling 5 minutes straight. Then again, why shouldn't he be?

Her soft slow footsteps brought her closer. At any moment, he believe, his heart might burst out of his chest.

After countless years-centuries possibly-he had somebody to call his own.

His bride.
Goddess.
Sweetheart.

His inamorata.