Shadewood “Til’ Death Do Us Part?”

Almost as though existence itself cursed him to witness the blessing he was about to simply push away, the rays ran over a delicate visual of his wife, the woman he had cherished not only since he had found her again, but ever day afterwards for her eventually finding him. The Eruna was complete in her perfection, and he? He was a man who was damned to forever run from his problems, as she wasn’t one that he could merely kill.  

But in fact, he wasn’t running...Raziel was confronting this mess and bringing it to the light. 
To her.

”Gwen...” he took the rub from her as though it was the most explicit of kisses. It had hurt him so deeply, these chains he bound himself by, chains yet again weighing him as though they were untold wills and impassable prophecies that Slade had predicted and warned him of.
Cry was not meant to fall in love

But he had disobeyed, anyway. 

“Gwen...would you be willing...”

His voice held, breath bated as though speaking had been a permission he no longer had. But he forced it out anyway.

”Would you be willing to bless us with children?”