As if on cue, the music starts to play. Revenge takes a deep breath, before walking down the isle. All his nervousness fades away when he sees Jealousy.
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
Jealousy had been looking down, contemplating the same things as Revenge, until he heard the music play. Jealousy looked up at his lover and immediately teared up in happiness.
The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
