every morning a thousand thoughts of you

Yes, which makes it feel even more surreal that you're discussing this with me. {She admitted quietly, her gaze finally shifting from their joined hands to meet his gaze.} Mrs Amity /does/ sound nice though. {She added with a coy smile as she turned to press a kiss to his palm.}

{Silence fell as she pondered his question, but she was confident in her answer.} I'll always be proud to be a Lightwood, and they'll always be my family, but the name doesn't define who I am.

{She swallowed. He spoke the truth, and it was a concern, yet she wouldn't forgive herself if she turned the opportunity down. She loved him.} They haven't caught us yet, have they? {She attempted to make light of the situation.} Sometimes the risks are worth it, don't you think?

{Wife. A flush crept up her cheeks, because angels, that sounded good.} You don't need to sell it to me. {She replied, smiling.} You should know my answer.

{low-key melting}

Maybe it will. {The sensation of butterflies in her stomach remained, excited for the prospect of things to come.} I'm very grateful for you always making me feel special.

You're welcome. {She mused. A shiver ran down her spine as she returned his kisses with enthusiasm before shifting their positions so she was straddling him, a knee on either side of his hips.}

💕

I haven't been here much recently, but just a reminder that I love you, Rydstorm Amity.

I'd never ask you to change If perfect's what you're searching for Then just stay the same Isabelle (Parody)

the bratty urge to say “make me” after literally any request

I've lost my mentions. {Screams into the void.}