“Why would I look up when the brightest star in the galaxy is right in front of me?" (because b'awwwwwwwwww)
This is short and sweet. So frigging sweet it’s honestly kind of disgusting. And I love it.
Quinn jumped and turned. Mara stood several meters away on the roof, her eyes glowing in the darkness.
“Forgive me, love; I required air.”
“And solitude and quiet,” she added, eyes twinkling as she smiled. “I understand. No one celebrates like the Thrasks celebrate. We have only one more night of this, fortunately.”
He stared, entranced, as she moved toward him. Her white and silver robes flowed ethereally about her in the evening wind, the fabric shimmering in the limited light so much that she seemed to be clothed in pure starlight. Mara was many things - his lord, his lover, the embodiment of all Quinn held dear and sacred in the Empire. That he could now add “wife” to that list still shocked him. He presumed that shock would lessen over time, but he felt certain he would never be able to think of her thusly without feeling at least a little bit of awe.
“I’m amused that, of all the places for you to go, you found the stairs leading out here,” she murmured as she slipped her arm into his, looking out over the pine forests surrounding her estate.
“Why is that?”
“You’re standing in one of my favorite hiding spots from my childhood,” she said. “I spent many evenings out here, sometimes meditating or sulking, sometimes just looking at the stars.”
“I hope it does not seem like I am brooding,” he began, but she silenced him with a hand on his cheek.
“Not at all,” she assured him. “Believe me, I’m aware of just how overwhelming a Thrask wedding can be.” She kissed his cheek and turned back to the dark forest and expanse of sky before them, Kaas’s two moons glowing majestically in a field of stars.
“Besides, I should thank you for pulling me out of doors on such a night.” She leaned back against him, his arms around her waist, and craned her neck to look upward. “It’s beautiful.”
The back of her head was nestled into the curve of his neck, the scent of her filling his nostrils and making his head swim.
“It is beautiful,” he agreed, turning his head slightly to press a kiss to her ear.
“You know I can tell you’re not looking at the sky, yes?” she asked.
“Why would I look up when the brightest star in the galaxy is right here in my arms?”
She turned in his arms to face him and slipped her arms around his neck, her glowing eyes warm when they met his.
“Marriage has made you sentimental, my captain.”
“I merely speak the truth, my lord,” he answered, rubbing his nose against hers.
She used her hand on the back of his head to pull him in for a kiss. At length he pulled away slightly.
“We should return,” he murmured.
She nestled against him and his arms tightened around her of their own accord.
“In a moment,” she said.
He dropped a kiss on the top of her head and stroked her hair, content to hold her in the moonlight for as long as she wished.