Disclaimer: RenzokukenZ owns Renzo and we both own Shirah. SquareEnix owns everything else.

Mystic: Okay, so I'm sitting at the picnic table around the campfire when the oc Renzo materializes out of nowhere and starts chatting with me. I'm like, dude, shouldn't you be with your original owner and he was like, well college guy is stuck in class. Anyway, we talk and the next thing I know, I've got two oneshots written. What can I say? Campfire smoke. It just messes with me. This is the romantic fluffy oneshot. The other one is kinda angsty.

Yeah, I would fight for you
I'd lie for you
Walk a mile for you
Yeah, I'd die for you

"Everything I Do (I Do It for You)"
Bryan Adams

A soft wind caressed two silent lovers standing in the stillness of the monastery courtyard. Sculptures and crystals of the clearest ice decorated a labyrinth, while one man garbed in the darkest cloak held protectively in his embrace, a woman nearly six months with child.

"I'm glad I made it here before you took any vows," Renzo teased with a small grin.

Shirah chuckled into his warm chest. She breathed in the scent of him, that wonderful warmth that always filled her soul. He offered such comfort and protection. "I couldn't take any vows, Renzo. Not if it meant losing you."

He ran his fingers through her soft hair, savoring in the feel of it. To think, that he once thought to never have her in his arms again. "Why here, Shirah? Why did you take sanctuary here of all places?"

The golden songstress looked up at the man who fathered her unborn child, losing herself in those dark eyes of his. "My parents wanted you dead. Beheaded for high treason. They wanted me imprisoned for the same charges." A sob broke free from the back of your throat. "I thought you were already dead, Renzo, but if you weren't, I didn't want to endanger you further."

"Shirah," Renzo answered, cupping her face with his palm. "I said I would always protect you and would always come for you."

"But if you had died--!" she began to protest.

"Death cannot stop true love," Renzo whispered. "It can only delay it awhile."

One single blush appeared on Shirah's smiling face. "How do you speak such words, exorcist?"

Renzo's first response was to clasp his hands over hers, soothing yet loving all the same. "I have inspiration from a beautiful, golden maiden." He smiled down at her flushed face, a genuine smile of a man in love.

"I love you, Renzo," Shirah replied, smiling up at him.

"I love you, too," he confessed deep from his heart. "Will you still marry me, love?"

Shirah nodded and pressed her lips to his. They stayed connected through that spiritual gateway for a time neither could guess. The gesture of a simple kiss could carry a man and woman through a myriad of emotions. Chaste and innocent, trust and bondsmanship, or love and pure passion. This kiss shared was a sultry blend of innocence and passion. Both had never felt a love this strong or pure before meeting one another and both knew in their hearts that a love like theirs would never break.

True love, an emotion of old easily worth fighting for.

Mystic: Yes, it's sappy! Yes, it's romantic. So sue me! You'll get nothing. And yes, I quoted The Princess Bride yet again. The next oneshot channels Lady Jane. (cue evil grin). Review ...