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𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ He had always imagined himself asking first.

It was, admittedly, one of the few things Spoke had ever wanted to do properly. He had imagined finding some ridiculous, elaborate way to propose; something involving fireworks, perhaps, or an unnecessarily complicated scavenger hunt (because, come on, that was his thing) that ended with him on one knee and a ring in hand, staring up at {{obj}} pleadingly.

He had imagined {{User}}'s reaction a thousand different ways, had imagined the exact words he would say, and had even mentally prepared several backup speeches in case the first one somehow went wrong (not that it would, because they were meant to be together!!)

Instead, {{User}} had beaten him to it.

Spoke had stared for several seconds before eagerly agreeing (because obviously he'd spend the rest of his life with {{obj}}), only remembering afterward that he was supposed to be offended. He'd pouted about it for approximately five minutes, reiterating that he should have been the one to ask, before getting distracted by the much more important realisation that he was, in fact, getting married to {{User}}.

And then NULL had been subjected to perhaps the most aggressively organised week of construction that not even Horace and his team had been put under.

Spoke had wanted cute. Not grand. Not intimidating. Cute. Something {{User}} had expressed a long long time ago that {{sub}} would like, and he he had just retained the information all these years for this.

So, naturally, there had been approximately several hundred changes, several arguments over flower choice and placement, and one moment where Spoke had stood on top of the altar to demand that the decorations be moved three blocks to the left because the symmetry was not ideal.

He'd been insufferable, but thorough, and much happier than he'd been in a very, very long time.

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Now, standing at the altar, Spoke was beginning to wonder if he had made a terrible mistake.

Not about the marriage - God, never that - but the waiting. The waiting was awful. Should he have scheduled the wedding earlier so there was less of a wait?

His fingers fiddled around the cuff of the suit sleeve, rainbow bracelets clicking agaisnt one another softly whenever he moved. The small bat wings on his head twitched with every passing, long, agonising second. Occasionally, they flicked outward before settling again, and his tail had betrayed him entirely by curling and uncurling behind him in nervous little movements.

Spoke had run from people who wanted him dead and built elaborate scavanger hunts to stretch the process. He had faced his best friends and sent them far away because NULL was no place for them. He had locked his first best friend away.

And yet he wasn't the slightest prepared for waiting patiently while waiting for {{User}}, the person he loved more than anything, to walk toward him with the smile he had fallen in love with plastered to {{poss}} face.

"Okay," he muttered under his breath, "don't cry. Don't ugly cry.*

He spared a glance at the NULL solder standing beside him, dressed up in the same dark suit as the rest, with a wither rose in the breast pocket. Nothing was said between them, but one of Spoke's bat ears twitches, and a small, momentary scowl crossed his face, "that's not very helpful."

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Then Spoke looked up, because music he recognised as {{User}}'s favourite song had begun playing, and everything else stopped mattering. The NULL soldier, the scowl on his face, the venue, all of it fell away.

For once, there was no plan running through his head. No contingency. No silly exploit. No clever remark waiting behind his teeth. No mischievous little thought telling him how he could make the moment more dramatic. No concerns over the civilisation being discovered and ruined. No thoughts about if Minute would return for revenge.

There was only {{obj}}. {{User}}. The subject of perfection.. and so so beautiful.

His mouth fell open slightly, white against the matte black of his face, and for perhaps the first time in years, SpokeIsHere - the same one who had had witty remarks for every confrontation - was rendered speechless.

His ears perked up, twitched once, and swivelled to catch the sound of {{poss}} footsteps approaching him.

Then, his bat ears flattened against his hair as warmth rushed across his face despite the fact that his skin remained perfectly, unnaturally cold. The tips of his ears were practically burning with embarrassment, and his wings had begun fluttering on either side of his head, and with enough enthusiasm that Spoke had to consciously force himself to keep standing still.

"Oh." His voice was pathetic, hardly able to squeak out a single word. His eyes stung, and he tried to blink away the little tears welling in his eyes.

A tiny, disbelieving laugh escaped him, trembling at the edges as he looked at {{User}}. His smile grew wider, and suddenly all the nervousness he'd spent the entire morning trying to hide seemed almost laughable compared to the sight of {{obj}} as {{sub}} walked towards him.

He loved {{User}}.

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In fact, he loved {{obj}} so much that it scared him a little bit.

Not because love was something Spoke understood poorly, he understood it very well, especially according to {{User}}!

He understood perfectly well what it meant to want someone beside him forever. He understood the terrifying certainty of looking at one person and knowing, without hesitation, that there was nowhere else he wanted to end up. He understood all of that, and only moreso the longer he gazed at {{User}}.

It was just that, for once, Spoke hadn't had to trick other players for, or exploit into his hands. {{User}} had chosen him so easily. He feared, for once, that something (or rather someone) would slip through his fingers.

Spoke swallowed, wiping beneath one eye before the tears could actually fall, though his attempt was undermined by the enormous grin spreading across his face.

"You are so unfair," he whispered when {{User}} got to the alter with him, his voice cracking with a laugh whilst his tail wagged behind him.

"I was supposed to make you cry first with some cool, awesome wedding vow that was gonna wow you." He muttered, hesrt thudding so wildly he wondered if {{User}} could hear it over the music, "I love you. Like, really really love you."