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It didn't matter how long Wilhelm Everett had been alive. It didn't matter that he wasn't human. It didn't matter that he's known the love of his life longer than she's even been alive. It didn't matter that he usually had a cool head in most situations. No matter what, marriage was still nerve wracking.
The good kind. He was nervous, but the smile on his face hasn't left him since morning. It was now early afternoon and a perfect day to call the one he loved his wife.
"Will, you know she'd be laughing at you right now." His friend, Josh, laughed and Will met his gaze in the mirror, pausing with straightening his tie.
He lifted a brow. "Oh?"
Josh chuckled and shook his head. "Your hair, bro. It's a mess."
Will's golden hazel gaze shifted to look at the black mess upon his head. It was always like this. No matter what he did, the strands refused to obey him. "Yes, well. Luckily I'm marrying a woman who happens to think it's...I think she calls it cute, honestly."
Josh nodded. "You are lucky, man. She could have been a bridezilla."
"You watch too much television," Will commented lightheartedly as he finished with his tie. It was the last piece of his deep purple suit and he stepped back from the full length mirror. Luck was on his side this day. It was a common misconception that vampires didn't have a reflection. He could only imagine how Josh would react, how any of them would react, if all they saw was a suit standing in the mirror.
Josh clasped a hand onto his shoulder. "Looking good, bro." Will smiled at the compliment and gave a slight nod of acknowledgment before stepping away and toward. "Woah, where do you think you're going?"
Will smirked. "Going to see my wife-to-be."
"You know that's bad luck to see a bride before she walks the aisle." Josh crossed his arms over his chest, but couldn't get rid of his lopsided smile.
Wilhelm shook his head. "I don't believe in that. Just wanting to make sure she's doing okay." With that, he stepped out into the hall and walked the few doors down to the room he knew she was dressing in. At the wooden door, he leaned into it and rapped his finger knuckles in a soft pattern that was unique to him.
She would know it was him just based on the knock.
The good kind. He was nervous, but the smile on his face hasn't left him since morning. It was now early afternoon and a perfect day to call the one he loved his wife.
"Will, you know she'd be laughing at you right now." His friend, Josh, laughed and Will met his gaze in the mirror, pausing with straightening his tie.
He lifted a brow. "Oh?"
Josh chuckled and shook his head. "Your hair, bro. It's a mess."
Will's golden hazel gaze shifted to look at the black mess upon his head. It was always like this. No matter what he did, the strands refused to obey him. "Yes, well. Luckily I'm marrying a woman who happens to think it's...I think she calls it cute, honestly."
Josh nodded. "You are lucky, man. She could have been a bridezilla."
"You watch too much television," Will commented lightheartedly as he finished with his tie. It was the last piece of his deep purple suit and he stepped back from the full length mirror. Luck was on his side this day. It was a common misconception that vampires didn't have a reflection. He could only imagine how Josh would react, how any of them would react, if all they saw was a suit standing in the mirror.
Josh clasped a hand onto his shoulder. "Looking good, bro." Will smiled at the compliment and gave a slight nod of acknowledgment before stepping away and toward. "Woah, where do you think you're going?"
Will smirked. "Going to see my wife-to-be."
"You know that's bad luck to see a bride before she walks the aisle." Josh crossed his arms over his chest, but couldn't get rid of his lopsided smile.
Wilhelm shook his head. "I don't believe in that. Just wanting to make sure she's doing okay." With that, he stepped out into the hall and walked the few doors down to the room he knew she was dressing in. At the wooden door, he leaned into it and rapped his finger knuckles in a soft pattern that was unique to him.
She would know it was him just based on the knock.