A secret beginning.

[BetaFlame]

He grins like a fool right before his lips met hers.

Thankfully, the daemon axe is quiet in his head. Perhaps afraid of where they are. Perhaps the Angel has done something to quiet it for them in this moment. Either way there is the flash of awful, then the flash of calm.. and the rush of excitement. The speeding of his heart, the breath caught in his lungs. Each time they do this, its terrible and wonderful in the same moment. Terror and wonder, dancing on the razor's edge. Their joining of the minds is much like the joining of the pair of them. Everything they did danced on the razors edge of chaos and order.

Agnieszka was the whirlwind Aleksei was the calm sea. Together they were something more.

The clearing of Kostroma's throat brought him out of his daze. He grins a little, and at least as the grace to blush at the ears under their slightly public display of affection.

"Oh. Yes, you are suppose to say something." He had forgotten, for a moment.

[channe]

Kostroma smiles a little, inclining his head to one side. "Madame River, in your days to come, always remember that no vow is more important and no ties more sacred. And, sir Knight --" he turns to Aleksei -- "I once had a wife, and even when we were at each others' throats she still inspired the best of me. Remember that in your days to come. And now, in my power as a priest and champion of the Bright One, I send you into the world as husband and wife." He pauses.

There is chaos in her eyes. With her gloved hand, she grabs his. And it honestly looks like she's speechless, until -- "Oh, my Gawd," is all she says.

[BetaFlame]

He just bows his head to Kostroma in acknowledgement of his statement. Aleksei hears all, and retains everything. There is so much more behind his eyes now. He turns to her and smiles, giving her hand a squeeze. A hard second squeeze as she make her exclamation and he just laughs. He lifts the gloved hand and kisses it softly just shaking his head. "Well. I suppose.. I have fish to make. And you have patrol. Then.. we have the evening?"

There is a faint little smirk on his face. How in the Nine Flaming Hells are they going to keep this a secret?

Oh gods, this is going to turn into a disaster. At least they will face it together.

[channe]

And then she'll pretty much throw herself at him -- arms around his neck, face buried in his shoulder, in the kind of tight bear-hug she hasn't allowed herself to give to anyone for, oh, years now. "Longest patrol of my freakin' life," she says, and when she lets go, she looks like she's eaten a sunbeam.

"Right," she says, and giggles, and makes as if she's going to step back -- but doesn't. "Or I could just... send a message that I'm too sick to go..."

[BetaFlame]

A slight 'oof' as she hits his chest. He really hadn't been expecting that from her. But his arms slide around her waist, holding her there and grinning at her giggle. He hadn't really expected her to be this happy to marry him. But he's glad. He squeezes her tighter and turns to kiss the top of her head, shoving aside all the nasty mental images and feelings that come with it. He just focuses on her feel, her warmth.

He leans back enough to look at her and the grin he has grows even more. "I think you should. This is our wedding day, even if no one else knows. You call off the patrol, I'll put away the books. Deal?"

[channe]

"Deal," she whispers. And then there's a soft 'thank you' for her Razasani captain -- and she's grabbed hold of Aleksei's hand, and tugs him down the altar towards the door. "That way, they'll leave us alone. Come on," she says, "race you home."