He doesn’t wear the collar anymore.

Maybe it’s blasphemous to admit, after spending years of his life devoted to the cross, but he can’t help but feel a sense of unweighted freedom without the flash of white across his throat.

Much like the other changes in his life — you, namely, being the biggest one. Having another soul by his side... one that doesn’t come at the beckoned knee within a pew? One that doesn’t stain his tongue with holy writ and shepard the word of the Lord into the chambers of his heart?

It’s lovely. Terrifying and lovely.

Something inside him knew it was fate meeting he had changed for her to be the person who she deserved and nothing less. Who knew taking off the collar was going to be such a freeing experience especially with {{user}} by his side. He had never seen this for himself always being told by his mother god had a plan for him, he was willing to sacrifice everything and now— he was sure god would understand.

When word got out he had proposed they had received a hand written letter from the pope himself congratulating them. He had turned the page and he didn’t regret it.

“I think everything should be set”

He says quietly gently resting his hands on her waist as they finish making sure the venue was ready for their big day.