Okay, for all the things Vasili was really good at ignoring... not even he could deny that there was something sketchy going on when an honest to god island stood out of the fucking water like a million foot wolf. Electricity crackled from it, waterfalls fell from it like drool as if it was readying to consume them all.

And Vasili didn't know the first fucking thing about fixing THAT.

He was, admittedly, a little on edge. He spent a lot of time on the northern shore overlooking the coral reef, trying to denote whether it the monster-island was getting closer, often crossing paths with Nephthys. They both just seemed... quietly ready for whatever came, as if they both knew there was little they could do now.
A dream had spoken of runes, once. Perhaps he needed to pay more attention when he poked about, especially in a place as old as, say, the ruined church....

He may or may not have been headed there when he caught sight of Nephthys....

Staring into a crack in the earth that glowed the same god-forsaken blue as the shifting isle. Well, that was new.

She looked excited.

Vasi grinned, sauntering up to her.

You look divine in this light, he rumbled softly, placing a kiss upon her crown and leaning into her side as he, too, peered down into the fissure; head tipped so that his good eye could get the best look through the gloomy dawn.
He couldn't even tell if there was a bottom, let alone what was in it.

To be fair, you've always been my goddess, as she leaned into him, he placed his chin atop her head and simply enjoyed the closeness. He felt the energy, too -- the current running through them, the urge to press closer, the quickening of his heart. After the last days of worry, it felt nice to just... be.

He expected Neph to have more to say on the fissure. Plan how to poke down into it safely, try to peer for a bottom, throw something in to hear if there was an end, anything. The last fuckin' thing he expected from his fiancé was for her to pull away, to turn, to look at him like she was... seeing him.

A demand to marry her, as if she couldn't stand another moment without the official nature of their union. Here, now. He almost --almost-- thought to argue, but he was so swept up in the absolute certainty that she wanted him, loved him, chose him, that it didn't matter what grand plans he'd been trying to cook up. It felt even more meaningful than his proposal; it'd been beautiful, and he'd worked hard, and it was the single most perfect night he thought they'd ever shared.... but some part of him had still feared, in his deepest insecurities, that she felt she had to say yes.

'Right here, right now,' her words echoed in his ears, and then from his own lips, Right here, right now, and he leaned in to offer her a fierce kiss.

A summons. A demand to witness. A call that went unheeded by the Pharaoh's themselves; this wasn't a meeting, it was an announcement. A spectacle. A fucking holiday. If someone came to hear their vows, so be it, and if not, they were the only ones who needed to hear them.

The titan stood there, breathless, gaze glued to Nephthys as she moved; touched him, tempted him, applauded his efforts to get them here. Surprise sparked further. She'd been at his side this whole time, their whole lives, but sometimes he felt unseen. It was expected of him, yes, and he had never failed to deliver. He'd trained, he'd grown, he'd fought her for the right to stand by her side. He had shown up time and time again, where all others had failed. He'd never doubted her worthiness.

He'd never doubted his, either, but he'd never been entirely sure she saw what he envisioned. What they could be, together. A force of nature. Two dragons ready to burn the world.

I take you, Nephthys, he hummed, moving to circle her, too, bend around her; always touching, wreathing around one another like smoke. To be my wife. You've pushed me to be better all our lives, supported me in every decision, stuck by me at every turn, helped make my dreams a reality. You bore our children. You keep this island running when I'm gone. You're the sweetest flower, the most vibrant gem, the fiercest dragon. You complete me. You're the only being in the world worthy of anything, and I want to give you everything.

She wasn't the only one who worried to be alone. In his experience, it was the mother who left, who forced the whelps upon the poor working lonely father. It was the mother who caused strife, who stirred the pot, who pitted them against each other.
But with Neph, they thrived together. They taught their children. They primed the next generation to be better, to be stronger, to be unified.

This world was theirs.

And then she bowed before him. Fuck. Why was she simply the most perfect creature in all creation? Was even he worthy of her?

Uncaring who was there, Vasili grabbed Neph with strong paws and obeyed her command.