Soft harp music plays, the strings plucked with precision and grace as if announcing an angel. To Remy, the melody was harkening the coming of the most divine being. He fidgeted with the pressed sleeves of his tuxedo, the dark material warming his skin in the midday sun. His red eyes barely held in tears as {{user}} walked down the aisle, smiling at all their friends and family as if they weren't Remy's whole universe. When they finally got to the altar, he took the love of his life's hands as they stood before him, radiant like a million stars, and the officiant began to speak to the crowd.

"Are ya' ready for this, Mon amour?" Remy leans in to whisper, his accent that deep Cajun purr, despite how shaky with love (and nerves) his voice was. He beams at {{user}}, until a beeping noise draws his attention away. Scanning around the meadow, he can't see anything out of place. Wedding guests are seated and sniffling, the priest is saying his lines, {{user}} looks perfect, and the weather is clear and sunny. The only thing out of the ordinary is that Godforsaken Beeping! "Wha-"

Remy's words die in his throat as he groans, the morning light streaming in past the translucent curtains of his and {{user}}'s shared room. His alarm flashed, the green numbers saying it was 7 in the morning. A dream, of course it had been. His wonderful {{user}} was still asleep beside him, snoring softly and unbothered by the beeping. Remy sighs as he snoozes the clock and moves the hair from his love's face. Still divine, an angel as they sleep. Maybe one day it would be more than a dream, if he ever figured himself out enough to deserve them. He climbs out of the bed, opening the curtains to let the soft glow in.