Literature
Remains of the Day ( HowlingGhost, Corpse Bride )
Werecup stared down at the ring.
Alone in the dark forest, the werewolf was free to say his vows in privacy. He had to get them right for his wedding to his Jack.
He took a deep breath.
" With this hand, I will lift your sorrows."
Yes, that was right, but what was the rest?
" Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine."
He tossed the ring up in the air, catching it with a smile.
" With this candle, I will light your way in darkness!"
He knelt down next to branches shaped oddly like fingers.
" With this ring, I ask you to be mine."
The ground began to shudder.
The hand clenched his arm, squeezing tight.
The brunette gasped,
