They seemed happy. It proved a hardship to not see the warmth of love within either of the grooms, the way they interacted with one another something soft and kind, rooted in a mutual love, uncaring if the world might see the affection they shared. In someways it lifted her heart to see the smile which Pincher held, as though for once he might finally be free to share genuine happiness rather than the fragile, glass thing she had seen him carry, to watch Jacob as was swept up in the love he felt towards this man, all too clear in his joy. Yet such a feeling was tempered, the knife and photo she had found only days prior enough to dampen her mood, to leave her mind filled with questions she forced back. This was their day and she was not the one to ruin things, not when they seemed so happy together.

Through the ceremony she had been quiet, taking her place close to the front to watch as they gave their love to one another, for a time worried things would fall through, that something might come in and ruin it all. Thankfully there had seemed to be no hitch in any of it and so she had clapped along when it was all done, had given a wordless shout of joy as the couple had shared their first kiss as husbands, tears prickling her eyes she struggled to keep back.

Shaky had been her tone when she had approached them once all had calmed down, the request for them to follow barely a whisper as she looked upon the grooms – her fathers, the two most important men in her life – turning on her heel without waiting for an answer. Trotting through the crowd was easy for one such as the dark bengal, small in stature she only had to slip around the bodies of those present, tail waving in the air in hopes the two might see it and follow her.

It was deep into the corridor, where rock once more took the view of water and the sea life which swam about the tunnel, that Aita came to settle herself, two small dark boxes in front of her.

[member=112]jacob w.c.[/member] [member=66]PINCHER[/member]

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