Avatrice wedding first dance
Ava wants to remember it all, the grins of their friends, their found family, the way the light glints off every surface and makes the pavilion glow softly gold, but she knows she won't. She won't remember anything of this moment but Beatrice, wisps of hair falling from her braids, jacket left slung over the back of her chair and shirt sleeves rolled up above her elbows, her grin spreading with every passing moment. Beatrice, unbound, unburdened, feeling finally herself.
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