BABY I'M YOURS / wedding ceremony

[deimos]

Back in California, it seemed Sam's and Goldie's life somewhat mirrored eachother. Marriage wasn't in the plans, not even a thought. The difference was the worlds- Sam's was torn asunder, a giant rip in Earth. Goldie's was a dire battle between clans, between the hidden enemies. But to deny that this was part of Sam's plan now wasn't true. The way that Goldie cared alone gave Sam tingles in her paws. She couldn't mention the way she felt being with Goldie, especially between these problems. Her hind leg was still wrapped, the missing paw a quiet reminder of the problems. The wheezing in her muzzle wouldn't stop the doberman now, no. Not at all.

Sam, herself, was settled aside in her own room. She had to have help setting it up, which bothered her in her stomach, but there was no way to deny it. She couldn't do it on her own. The jacket she was gifted was pulled over her back, wings folded neatly underneath of it. Her necklace was adjusted, her ears held neutrally as she observed herself in the mirror she had conjured. Her eyes scanned her figure, and with a sharp inhale, she closed her eyes. Nervousness wasn't something she felt often, but here it was, baring its fangs.

The sounds of the observers outside made her stomach twist. This was real. Sam took a small seat, shoulders tensing up.

"SPEECH"

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