Gallade's Story Archive

                It’s a simple fact of my life. Wherever I go, whatever I do, and whoever I meet, I am always decorated and gowned in my wedding dress. No, to my misfortune, I have never really been married, but it is a dream of mine to be. With any person I meet, with any life I experience, I am always wearing my wedding dress.                 It comes in many colors, you see. Ones to fit the season, especially dim and comfortable colors so as not to upstage brides at their weddings, or chameleon colors so it is not seen completely. On good nights when others are at center stage, I keep the wedding dress muted so as not to steal the scene.                 But I am always wearing my wedding dress.                 As you m...

                 I don’t know what to make of my interaction with him. I don’t know how to feel, after everything that has happened.               When you lean out of your tower window, handkerchief in hand, waving it out to cry the usual “Help me, someone, please rescue me!” and some handsome hero finally works up the courage to cross the lava moat, leap the great chasm, challenge the dragon, and march the thousand steps to your room, every story ever told says that should be happily ever after.               Every story ever told says then everything should be fine.               They don’t tell you what to do if you wind up not being compatible. If your expectations don’t line up, and he’s too worried about continuously being your hero, but you’re ju...