Tous mes jours, tout mon couer, and anything else they ask. Everything they'll have of me.
[...]
Point of order, but I've always been fortunate. I could never have asked for finer companions. Finer friends than you and Rin, there never were, nor shall there ever be again.
This isn't fortune. This is miraculous. This is a universe not in the least indifferent. This is the benevolence of all mankind converged.
This is what should be termed 'paradise', but that it is solely my own bliss. (Perhaps theirs, too? I'll strive for it. If they can be happy with me, what suffering is there?)
[...]
Darius!
I do believe I'm going to marry them. I'd like to do that. Fuck, I couldn't do that twenty-five years ago, could I? God bless the twenty-first century. I'm going to marry Rin. How is that for romantic?
I'm going to ask. Suppose they say 'yes'; you'll come, won't you?
[ And you know what. He's going to snag a picture of them and send it to Darius. ]
Look at them. There was never a more perfect creature. My null. My Rin. (My maybe-spouse!)
[...]
Endure this a while. It's twenty-five years of pent-up exuberance. Delight in measures longed for - mind you, Darius. Mind you I have always been happy. I have always been content with what they have been to me. But this is a different happiness. A different contentment.
I'm afraid it can't be contained. A deluge of zealous fanaticism. I've been telling anyone who'll listen.
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[...]
Point of order, but I've always been fortunate. I could never have asked for finer companions. Finer friends than you and Rin, there never were, nor shall there ever be again.
This isn't fortune. This is miraculous. This is a universe not in the least indifferent. This is the benevolence of all mankind converged.
This is what should be termed 'paradise', but that it is solely my own bliss. (Perhaps theirs, too? I'll strive for it. If they can be happy with me, what suffering is there?)
[...]
Darius!
I do believe I'm going to marry them. I'd like to do that. Fuck, I couldn't do that twenty-five years ago, could I? God bless the twenty-first century. I'm going to marry Rin. How is that for romantic?
I'm going to ask. Suppose they say 'yes'; you'll come, won't you?
[...]
Christ, they're beautiful. They're wearing purple eyeshadow again. It's terribly flattering -
[ And you know what. He's going to snag a picture of them and send it to Darius. ]
Look at them. There was never a more perfect creature. My null. My Rin. (My maybe-spouse!)
[...]
Endure this a while. It's twenty-five years of pent-up exuberance. Delight in measures longed for - mind you, Darius. Mind you I have always been happy. I have always been content with what they have been to me. But this is a different happiness. A different contentment.
I'm afraid it can't be contained. A deluge of zealous fanaticism. I've been telling anyone who'll listen.
My fucking face hurts from smiling.
[...]
Darius, I slept in their bed.