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smiled gently as she drew her power about her. They were so funny, the way
they couldn't stop looking at each other. She reached out and placed her
hands over theirs for a moment. "From this moment, it will all be
different." She let her glory slip just for a moment, and winked at
Galain. "Last chance to run away and spend the rest of your life being
hunted down. We do a great line in relentless pursuit."
Then she let go and drew back, regal and beautiful. "At this time, and
in this place, you have both chosen to affirm your love for each other, to
make a commitment to each other that the world cannot mistake. Love,
however, cannot be promised; it comes of its own accord and may leave just
as unstoppably. The future cannot be seen clearly. So I will not ask you to
make promises to each other, vows that might, through no fault, prove
impossible to keep. That is the challenge you must have the courage to face:
to have the strength to love anyway, with no guarantees, to give all of
yourselves with no certainty of return. You are not children, not innocents,
you both know the terrible pain that love can bring. And still you choose
this, for you also know its joy.
I will ask you, to speak to each other of what is in your heart at this
moment, to say the things that sometimes get lost in the rush of
living." She reached out again and stroked Ghet's hair, an oddly
maternal gesture. "Ghetsuhm, filia, will you go first?"
was quite sure it would have been impossible for her to let go of Galain's
hand. It seemed ridiculous that she was so nervous. She had to do
this, though: they spent so much of their time either in the depths of some
terrible crisis, or romping like a couple of puppies in a paddock, that
there was seldom place or time to say the really important things.
will all be different.
Those words echoed in Galain’s mind and he found himself lost in the
swirling pleasure of Ghet’s words. He’d grinned back at Venus. He had
absolutely no intention of running. He’d avoided marriage all his life,
then he’d finally seen reason in the past centuries. Sweet reason.
She took a deep breath, knowing he would understand her hesitation, knowing
he was no calmer than she was. When she began her voice was a little shaky,
but as she spoke it gathered strength and certainty. "When you first
told me you loved me, I don't think I really believed you. It just didn't
seem possible. I'd looked up to you for so long... When I tried to leave
you, I really didn't think you'd care that much, past not getting something
you wanted. I didn't know, that it was too late to go back, that even if I
walked away, some essential part of me would stay with you. So many things I
did, the way I did them, because I didn't believe myself worthy of you. I
could not make myself believe that, able to choose freely, you would choose
Though her eyes shone, her gaze was firm, and through it showed something
new, the treasure ground out of her pain. "I was wrong, and I wronged
you to think that way. I am worth you, I am worthy to stand at your side. I belong
beside you. You are the only one who has been able to love me for who I am,
who hasn't tried to protect me unduly, who hasn't been afraid for me to be
strong, to be myself. I spent so long being what men wanted me to be, being
some part of myself with one, another part with another... with you, I can
be absolutely, entirely me. I belong to you, am bound to you, more
completely than ever before, and yet I am free.
"Galain... you make me
so happy. You've taught me so much, made me so much stronger. I'm finished
with doubt, with worrying about what others might think. Do you know how
circumspect we have been, how "considerate"? I love you. I thought
I knew what that meant, but what I share with you, is so far beyond anything
I've known before... I love you, and I will never apologise for that. It's a
miracle that I have you. You are everything, everything that I could
ever dream of wanting." She smiled, so hard her jaw ached fighting back
the tears. "It just keeps getting better."
Well the elf’s eyes had a suspicious sparkle to them and he remained
utterly still. They were telling each other things they needed to say, to
share, to know. To know that they’d actually been spoken aloud. No
promises, no vows… just telling each other how precious they were to each
other. He knew that loving could bring pain, but gods he welcomed it. There
was simply too much joy to be had.
Yes, Galain understood Ghetsuhm’s hesitation. And when she spoke he fell
into her words, drowned in them and soaked them in. He gave a quick look at
Venus, then stared back at Ghet and impulsively drew her tightly to him and
most beautiful love. My wife, my bondmate, my soul and my Lady.” He went
quiet a moment.
“I love you. I have for a very long time – a long time even for an
elf.” He smiled, but didn’t lose his gaze on Ghetsuhm’s face.
“You are so precious to me. It’s a funny thing – not in the
traditional sense of funny of course.. but I remember seeing you for the
first time and thinking, ‘Wow!’ It wasn’t the most deep thought and
you’ve received that particular exclamation so many times…” Galain had
to chuckle here and give her a rueful look.
“But that damn ‘wow’ stuck with me. And when I thought you couldn’t
and wouldn’t be mine… when I realized that a simple tumble in the hay
wouldn’t be enough… I felt this damnable loss. I realized there was
something so immense about your soul and your being and you. And then I
couldn’t even get a tumble out of you. It was the weirdest thing. I wanted
you, I loved you, I ached for you, but I buried it all. There were others on
your mind and in your heart and when you called me ‘uncle’… well,
I’ve told you what I felt. At the same time I was pleased beyond belief to
have you as part of me in some way, even if only by a simple bit of
Galain was a good babbler, but he was simply pouring out what was in his
heart. He took a breath and suddenly leaned back into Ghet and kissed that
little sensitive spot between shoulder and neck before he drew back.
“I won’t detail the past… the opportunities, the disappointments, the
other things. We’ve had a hell of a time. But love… I wouldn’t trade
it for anything. I love you. I love who you are, who you have been. I love
what you will be though I don’t even know what that is. I marvel that you
want anything to do with me, but I’m not so stupid to turn away. I take
you into my arms, soul and heart with the joy you are. The golden rose above
our hearts is a physical sign of how much we belong beside each other –
that our souls are truly one. I want you at my side.”
Damn it. A tear slipped down his face.
“Ghetsuhm. I love you as you are. I love what you are. I… get lost in
your soul. I get so lost and I’m so happy when I am. I want you, I lust
for you, I love you, I need you.”
He wanted to say more. But the tears were running down his face and he was
“I love you. I love you in all ways, in all times. You are more than
worthy, you are so strong, you are You. That’s all I want. You.
You’re my Ghet. But you’re… Well hell. You’re you. And I’m getting
trite so can I just kiss you again?”
He did, pulling gently at her lower lip before he pulled away again. He
tapped her cheek lightly. “You’re gonna cry,” he teased her gently.