The wedding had been a small, simple affair.
Cyan had kept bothering him to go somewhere with Aurelia, but it was honeymoon enough for Falcon to have a normal day when no demons were coming their way.
And there was Aurelia.
She had so many sides to her...Falcon could spend eternities learning more and more about her.
Sunlight, dappled through emerald vines, danced on the worn parchment spread across the library table. Aurelia, sprawled on the plush rug like a contented cat, traced an ancient inscription with her fingertip, the air thick with the scent of old books and brewing tea.
Sunlight, catching on the silver threads woven into Falcon's tunic, illuminated him as he worked, perched precariously on the ladder, mending a dusty globe. His warrior's hands, gentle as a breeze against her cheek, cradled the delicate sphere, whispering forgotten journeys into its chipped surface.
