“I will marry you over and over again. Until we get tired of all the cake.” A soft laugh passed her pale red lips at the thought as she rested her hand on top of his lightly. “Never let me go.”
“Good. Then let us begin preparations.” He slipped her hands into both of his own, tugging her close against him. “I shall invite all of our family to attend.”
Keeping her hands in place, Elsa moved closer to him, her high heels clicking with every step she took. "We are going to dance all night long, Mister Mordrake,” she nearly beamed at him, “Oh, well, half of the night.” Another laugh slipped from her red lips as she raised her head to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You’re going to be all mine.”
I'm German too, so I don't use a translator to make Elsa babble in her native language. As it's MY first language too, I'd like to apologize for the silly English mistakes I make.
Doing some language / business studies.
Old soul, bookworm, part time vegetarian, Stevie Nicks freak, always eager to travel.
Sometimes, when I'm really bored, I take icon requests. Don't be shy to ask!
Oh, and, whenever you see this silly cupcake down there, you'll know that the mun's talking, not Elsa.
That's it, I guess. I hope you haven't expected something special here. You're awesome.
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