Gathering his courage Gren walks up to Bri's door and knocked on it, waiting for an answer. His right hand carefully hidden behind his back.
The brunette slowly eased the door open, looking out at Grendel through a black eye. She sniffed, wiping away blood from her lip. “Grendel! What’s up?” There was traces of blood crusted at her nose. She’d obviously gotten into some sort of trouble,… or, judging by her bloody knuckles, a fight.
"If I wasn’t happy with you, do you honestly think I would ask you to marry me?" he teased, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "You’re one of the few things in this shitty ass world that makes me feel alive." He whispered, his hands trailing up her arms. "And for you I just want to be a perfect husband." He said.
"That won’t be hard." She replied, gazing up at him with a smile. The young woman slid her arms around his waist, eyes meeting his. Bri would and had done anything for him. She loved him more than anything in the world,… There was nobody better than her beloved Grendel. She didn’t believe any of the words that were said about him behind closed doors. She didn’t believe that he was this awful being the Mundy’s had made him out to be.
He was, by her standards, a great man. An honorable man.
Gren smiled, wrapping his arms around her, placing a gentle kiss on her lips, running his hands through her hair, before grabbing the soap. Grabbing a sponge he began to wash Bri.
"So how would you like the spend these few hours?" he asked her.
She turned so that he could clean her back. “I need time to get around and fixed up at least.” She smiled at him over her shoulder. She did want to look nice for Grendel. Like any bride would. She wanted to look pretty. To make him proud he was marrying her.
Rolling her tattooed shoulders, she sighed. Things would be okay, right? She was doing to right thing,… Her heart told her so. Everything was going to be okay. Why was she so nervous, though?
Gren nodded moving down her back as water cascaded down her back. "I need to get cleaned up too, as much as you love my usual outfit I don't think it would be right for me to go to my wedding in my usual outfit. I know you wouldn't mind either way but I would feel kinda shitty doing that to you. And I know I got some nice clothes in my closet and...are you okay?" he asked, sounding concerned.











