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[attr="class","text"]In the weeks that had passed since that day in the Silent Icelands, Lam had often found himself absentmindedly reaching for Rook's arms. Fretting over the burns he'd endured. His palms would slide gently over bandages at first, and later new, flush pink skin. Even now, sitting at their kitchen table with dappled afternoon light slanting through the bay windows, his fingers trailed over the healed burns without thinking about it. Each time, he felt the soft mingling of guilt and awe.[break][break]

Guilt that he'd dragged Rook along with him into that mess.[break][break]

Awe that Rook had been so brave and fast-acting even in the face of his own uncertainty.[break][break]

It was easy to distract him from the finite tedium of wedding planning. There were just so many details that he didn't even realize were a thing. So he was probably a bit unhelpful now, with color swatches and invitation designs spread in front of them. But at least he wasn't sauntering off and leaving Rook to do it all alone.[break][break]

Dopey-eyed, Lam looked up at him and smiled. "It looks good," he murmured as he leaned to the side and his head drooped against Rook's shoulder. Turning his face inward, Lam pressed a kiss against his cheek. The remark was more about the healed burns rather than the color combination that had been presented to him. Though really, it was applicable to both.[break][break]

In all honestly, Lam tended to default to Rook's suggestions for the overall look and aesthetic of things. And really, that was because more often than not Rook's ideas were the better choices. Lam didn't think he was all too good with events, but Rook seemed to flourish with it now.[break][break]


It was super cute, though. Lam had already made at least three jokes about how Rook should become a planner or events coordinator.[break][break]

But the difference was that this was special. This was theirs.[break][break]

"Oh!" his head popped up with sudden, elated thought, glasses askew on his nose. He hadn't bothered with his contacts that day. "Is almost time to go to the cake place?" Because that was what he was most hyped up for, obviously - being able to try their fill of tons of baked, sugary goodness in a variety of flavors.[break][break]

Lam sat up in his seat, joints popping as he stretched his arms up over his head. "Oooh, maybe I could make a design for its decoration." He'd only been hobby painting since they'd moved to Lilycove, but it might be a fun experiment. And give him a little more to contribute with.

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