Promise (1/1)

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Title: Promise (1/1)
Author: noelleleithe
Pairing/characters: Luke/Noah
Rating: PG
Words: ~220
Summary: A ceremony, of sorts.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything here except my own words. No copyright infringement is intended.

Author's notes: This came out of another writing exercise idea I saw floating around somewhere, in which you choose random articles from Wikipedia as prompts for drabbles. I have a list of them at home, but this one fit with a plotbunny that was already stalking me, so it turned out a little longer.

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The church was still quiet when Luke stepped in through the side door. Noah sat alone in a front pew, dressed for the ceremony except for his tie, staring up at the stained glass behind the pulpit. Luke slid in next to him, reaching out to take his hand.

"They're still in love," Noah said, a note of wonder in his voice. "Even after everything."

"Yeah," Luke said, pressing his shoulder against Noah's arm. "My parents are survivors. Even when they're fighting with each other, they're still fighting for each other."

Noah's face turned toward him, a smile spreading. "I knew you must have gotten that from somewhere."

Luke smiled back and leaned in for a slow, lingering kiss. "Some things are worth it," he murmured against Noah's lips.

Noah pressed their foreheads together. "Yeah," he said softly. "Yeah, they are."

Luke grinned and stood, tugging on Noah's hand. "So, let's go get them married again," he said. "Any excuse to help you with your tie, right?"

Noah looked up at him, eyes alight with love and promise. "As long as you help me take it off later."

Luke lifted Noah’s hand and pressed a kiss into his palm, tongue flicking out to trace his lifeline. "I will," he said, and the words felt like a vow.


(Original Wiki prompt: Kostol sv.mikulasa, or Saint Nicolas' Church, a Gothic cathedral in Slovakia.)