 Wifeyface ♥ ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
Considering he'd been here for a while now, Lincoln hadn't properly explored the grounds with his lady by his side. Today was that day, though. He'd dragged her (well, carried her for a bit and then tugged on her hand for about an hour) around the grounds and down to the lake and back again. Of course their time by the lake was of tiny amounts, because a breeze had caught on some water and he'd had an impossible freak out before running away and screaming like a little girl.
He wasn't a girl though. Lincoln was a Darcy and there was no such thing as a Darcy girl. Genetic proof, even.
He climbed up the ladder ahead of Pi singing something from a soundtrack of one of their movies. Something about love, happiness and a beautiful girl. Who obviously wasn't as beautiful as HIS beautiful girl.
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