will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

“Just a few idea sketches,” he replied. “I don’t really know how to design cloth-“ 

But his words were cut off as she kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her and returned the kiss eagerly, humming happily against her lips, delighted that she liked his gift, and his ideas. 

She leaned back from his lips just enough to speak, her breath fanning across his face. “Please, I’ll definitely wear it…” Her hands twisted about so her fingers could fan across the edges of his ears.

Jack shivered – she knew how sensitive his ears were. “I’ll call them tomorrow. But until then …” He smiled, wrapped his arms around her waist, and began to sway with her. “I think we have a Valentine’s Day to celebrate." 

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

Another surge of relief washed through Jack. “If you really like it,” he said, “I sent some sketches to a specialty clothing designer. All I have to do is call them back, and it’ll be ready in time for the wedding.” 

She pulled back to look up at his face, still floored by it all. He just continued to pile it on and prolong her shock. “You..designed it for me? L-Love..I don’t know what to say..it’s too amazing.”

Deciding to show him her gratitude, she launched herself up to bound her arms around his shoulders, her lips colliding with his in a heated kiss.

“Just a few idea sketches,” he replied. “I don’t really know how to design cloth-" 

But his words were cut off as she kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her and returned the kiss eagerly, humming happily against her lips, delighted that she liked his gift, and his ideas. 

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

It was a small linen canvas, not yet framed. The painting had been done in watercolors, giving it a soft, dreamy look. It showed a woman – obviously Katelynn – in a flowing, sleeveless white gown, walking through a grove of cherry blossoms. She wore her hair pulled halfway up, the loose bun decorated with flowers. 

But the most striking thing was the cloak she was wearing. It was long and gauzy, white on the top, but swirled and streaked with iridescent colors underneath, and it billowed behind her like a pair of wings. 

“R-remember when we were talking about your wedding dress? You wanted to put butterfly wings on it, but I said that would be too over-the-top?” Jack gestured to the picture. “I thought this might be a good compromise.” 

It was so beautiful the emotions caused the welling of tears in her eyes. She had yet to go gown shopping but the way he had painted her made her look beautiful and glad that she hadn’t. It gave her more ideas of what she wanted the dress to look like.

“You’re…this…” A harsh giggled caused her chest to deflate in happiness before she was back to hugging him, hand gripping the material of his shirt. “I-I love it!”

Another surge of relief washed through Jack. “If you really like it,” he said, “I sent some sketches to a specialty clothing designer. All I have to do is call them back, and it’ll be ready in time for the wedding." 

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

He hugged her back tightly as she embraced him. Her hair brushed softly against his cheek, and he nuzzled her gently, feeling better. “And I’m happy with anything you give me. You don’t even have to give me anything, as long as we can be together.” 

They hugged and nuzzled a few moments longer, before Jack pulled back a little. “So, um … do you want to open it?” 

“Yes.” She smiled softly before taking the offered gift with both hands as if it were something she could easily break. It began to reveal itself once she began tearing away the paper, the apartment filling up with the sound of ripping paper.

Her eyes grew quite large in unison, lips parting to try speaking but no words coming out. “L-Love..o-oh w-wow…!” She could hardly speak as the image before her took her breath away.

It was a small linen canvas, not yet framed. The painting had been done in watercolors, giving it a soft, dreamy look. It showed a woman – obviously Katelynn – in a flowing, sleeveless white gown, walking through a grove of cherry blossoms. She wore her hair pulled halfway up, the loose bun decorated with flowers. 

But the most striking thing was the cloak she was wearing. It was long and gauzy, white on the top, but swirled and streaked with iridescent colors underneath, and it billowed behind her like a pair of wings. 

“R-remember when we were talking about your wedding dress? You wanted to put butterfly wings on it, but I said that would be too over-the-top?” Jack gestured to the picture. “I thought this might be a good compromise." 

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

Jack’s gaze fell. “Yes, Katelynn. I love all these gifts. B-but you got me so much, and all I have for you is this.” He showed her the present. It was about the size of a sheet of paper, but thicker. 

“O-Oh, no, love,” she began, getting up from the couch with nearly clumsy movements. Striding over to him as quickly as possible, she enveloped him in a tight hug, burying her face against his chest. “I’m..I’m sorry! I just couldn’t figure out what to get and thought you might l-like it all. None of it felt like enough. B-But you know I’m happy to get anything you give me—”

Stopping herself, she realized that perhaps he might have felt the same way.

He hugged her back tightly as she embraced him. Her hair brushed softly against his cheek, and he nuzzled her gently, feeling better. “And I’m happy with anything you give me. You don’t even have to give me anything, as long as we can be together." 

They hugged and nuzzled a few moments longer, before Jack pulled back a little. "So, um … do you want to open it?"