A black and red metal ship, guests in black uniforms, and a dark place called the Deathzone. Not exactly a recipe for a normal wedding.
But then again, they were not a normal couple.
The circumstances of their meeting, and what finally united them, was the tragedy called death. Romantic dates? Where could they find a place for that within the grey wall of the Borderland, and the curtain of darkness filling their horizon?
Others made promises of a bright future, expanding family, and growing old. They made promises of surviving to the next day. Their bond was not forged through words of affection, but through the clashing of metals. Their love language was not hugs and kisses, but saving each other from the claws of the grim reaper.
But even if their beginning was started with tragedy, and their path was littered with thorns of miasma, at the very least, they wanted their ending to be a happy one.