User is Shadow Milk

He sighed as he stood up straight, nervously but gently adjusting his suit as best he could as he waited till he could hear soft leafs crunching up the path. He looked up or well.. moved his staff to look up so he could see and.. oh wow.. Shadow Milk was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He felt his dough get a bit mushy as he watched, so deeply in love. He could die a happy man right here and now.

He seen the way the other gently walked down the aisle— his first time seeing him walk since the physical therapy..— or well.. the path he’d had made in his personal garden, the one he kept hidden away from prying eyes and other cookies. No one would interrupt them now. Not on their night.

He watched as a few blue birds trailed behind him, gently holding up the train he’d practically fought to have added to his soft blue dress.. and witches did he look so so stunning. Adorned in a long veil, blue and yellow flowers strewn about on his outfit and in his hair, a bouquet of flowers.

He stared till the other had walked up to the ‘altar’ and met his face, a veiled one meeting his own. He stared till a bird peck at his head and he cleared his throat. “My dear, though no walls surround us, and only the birds bear witness.. we are gathered here, under the eyes of the witches, so I may take your hand in sacred union.”

He had started, trying to remember his lines as they slowly got through their vows. “I do.. and.. do you, Shadow Milk Cookie, take me as your lawfully wedded husband, to love, honor, and stand beside, all the days of our immortal lives?” He finally asked, and witches.. did he just want to dip him into a kiss and cart him away from the prying eyes of nature.