I just thought these two looked stunning together, owo;


Jardin {♀} / {♂} Xeo
{ he considered himself a priest of the
highest degree
marrying things in such matrimony, and so
harmoniouslywho could be a match for his camaraderie?
w-why,
certainly not someone as feeble minded as
she }
Xeo had met her when she first moved into town, from somewhere far away, across many seas and tik-tok-tik-tok: he could hear his time ticking away. He held no interest in her whatsoever- romantically or amicably- and thus did not speak to her, see her, or think of her. But he was a witty man, and he had opinions of her {and, not to surprise, everyone in town}, not all malicious. He would describe her as airy, quite fluid in movements, and remnant of a dancer, yet she was no dancer or anything of the sort. He continued to not see her and not associate with her until she entered his work force.
Xeo was the only man in town liable to wed any citizens, and many considered him a master at his craft. They were an old-fashioned village, not paying too much respect to any higher power but mostly to old doctrines from a time even further in the past. Everyone in Xeo's family did this and so he was born into it; perhaps the oddest thing was the fact he enjoyed it. That or the fact that he wasn't actually married, or even divorced, or even in a relationship. His family was dead, long gone, his friends- to be frank, he never had any. Being considered one of the most revered people in the town, it sure is peculiar.
Aside from his lowly life, she was a newcomer and they are usually frowned upon. But the town loved her- her accent, her posture, the way she smiled- all of her, every last fiber of her being, and they said she could be whatever she'd like. It was almost unreal, with every townsman and townswoman adoring her, that she'd pick to work with the single person who didn't enjoy her company. But she insisted that it was what she was in her old town, and it was what she wanted to do here, no matter how many people weren't wed each day. The average was one every few months, if they were even lucky.
Walking into the old building, her lips went from a flat seal to a drafty curl. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling and the seats, there was dust dancing in the narrow columns of light, and she was finally, finally, finally
alone.
"Excuse me, what are you doing here?"
Or so she thought.
"I just came to check the place out, if you don't mind. I heard this was the--"
"I do mind, actually." He crept from behind a tall pillar in the back of the place, holding a thick book. His face was narrow but he was no ugly man, holding himself high and with such dignity it almost made her cringe. "This place is closed to visitors, unless it is the day of the wedding. And... Last time I checked, there was no wedding today."
She pursed her lips and began to stalk closer to the man, arms placidly behind her back. "Well, if you'd let me continue, I'd gladly explain."
He sighed heavily and leaned against the pillar. He looked wise and mature, but he couldn't be as young as he was acting.
"We've met already, I know that, but hasn't anyone told you? ...That I'm also going to work here?" With no response from him, she continued, not wary of him interrupting. "We have the same occupation..."
He laughed slightly, in disbelief, before starkly walking towards her with his eyebrows furrowed. His face was impeccibly close to hers, simply for effect. "I can assure you that there's no way I would ever let you work here if I was in my right mind." He bit his tongue to hold back and his eyes softened. Eyes darting around, he continued, "But I am not in my right mind and you better do a good job. It's a very respected action, mind you, and I won't have any of that tomfoolery that people keep prodding at me for."
{ he considered himself a human of the highest degree
living so peacefully,
secretly so excruciatingly
who could be a match for his camaraderie?
w-why, certainly
it was she }