[ embry has already misstepped with greer enough times here as it is that it can’t possibly be that the (magical?) ribbon is waiting for them to fuck. not that he wouldn’t, with how fucking beautiful she looks in the moonlight, practically glowing like one of the marble statues erected in the gardens, a blend of silver and gold, her radiant perfection snapping his brittle heart into pieces from sheer proximity alone. it shreds him every time he thinks about how she believes he left her in that chicago hotel, that she believes that he somehow didn’t want her after their tearful, painful, glorious night together.
he’s a selfish asshole — yes, true. he would have married her in a heartbeat after their single night together — yes, also true.
but he can’t say those words to her now, their wrists still linked after a fruitless attempt to break free. they’ve migrated to one of the balconies of the house, watching the nightly festivities from their perch, sharing a bottle of wine between them and a plate of rhubarb crumble in his lap, embry’s fingers sticky with fruit. they’re forced to sit close together, greer’s warmth radiating at his side, like they’re a real couple, a real husband and wife enjoying a fall night, and it tangles him up in both excruciating joy and misery. ]
I don’t know why this didn’t happen to you and Ash. [ he’s surly as hell about that, though maybe not for the reasons she thinks. ] I’m never getting married.
— for GREER (closed)
he’s a selfish asshole — yes, true. he would have married her in a heartbeat after their single night together — yes, also true.
but he can’t say those words to her now, their wrists still linked after a fruitless attempt to break free. they’ve migrated to one of the balconies of the house, watching the nightly festivities from their perch, sharing a bottle of wine between them and a plate of rhubarb crumble in his lap, embry’s fingers sticky with fruit. they’re forced to sit close together, greer’s warmth radiating at his side, like they’re a real couple, a real husband and wife enjoying a fall night, and it tangles him up in both excruciating joy and misery. ]
I don’t know why this didn’t happen to you and Ash. [ he’s surly as hell about that, though maybe not for the reasons she thinks. ] I’m never getting married.