There was no pure white veil, no flowers, no priest and no altar, but he'd been to enough wedding ceremonies (annoying things) to know what came next.

He tucked a strand of pure white hair behind her ear, and laced his fingers with hers, feeling the coolness of the ring against his skin. In place of the priest and altar and the people they loved who made up their separate worlds, all he can give her is one of his rare smiles, one of pure happiness and contentment that makes his normally steely eyes the almost gentle shade of a winter sky. But this was enough. Forever was enough.

He leans forward to kiss her.