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π•Ώπ–π–Š π•Ύπ–šπ–’π–’π–”π–“π–Žπ–“π–Œ (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Dirk had no idea how bad it was for her, no clue that she continued her delusional reminiscence as soon as he left the following morning.
 
She recalled every date and every sexual encounter vividly, working herself into a near frenzy the more she thought about them. She turned toward her night table and stared at the little framed photo she had from their wedding. It was a traditional, run of the mill photo of them but it didn't stop her rampant daydreaming.

She couldn't stop staring at the engagement ring, even as she sat - alone - getting ready for her ceremony. It was a ruby, a dark and deep shade of red she hadn't seen before; not outside of Hell, anyway. She still didn't believe it when he proposed, and to this day she thought she was dreaming. Who would have thought a thing like her would get married? She looked at herself in the mirror, brushing out the skirt of her mahogany gown and making sure she wouldn't have too much of a wardrobe malfunction before grabbing her bouquet and heading out when she was told to.
 
Dirk was waiting at the altar, his own heart racing. He was dressed in deep blue and black, colors he liked a lot.
 
When her bridal march played - some stupid love song she really liked - the doors opened to reveal her and her heart pounded at the sight of him. She almost sobbed right there, holding her breath to keep it together as she made her way toward him; he was so handsome, she could hardly stand it.
 
She stopped across from him, looking up with a huge smile and misty eyes, "Hey..." She whispered, barely audible as to not disrupt the priest.
 
After vows were shared, pledges of loyalty and love, the "I do"s were made and sealed with a kiss. She didn't feel different, in terms of demonhood, which she was glad for in a twisted way. But she couldn't be happier, human or not, she could die on the spot and not have a regret in the world - aside from leaving Dirk a fresh widower.
 
"How does it feel, Mr Laird...~?" She asked gently, kissing along his jaw as she pet over his body slowly. They barely pulled the luggage out of the closet.
 
She swooned, getting his button down open so she could run her perfectly done nails under his undershirt and over his skin, "Now you're really stuck with me...~"
 
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