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tanarillSo, yesterday and today both sucked (long and hard, as I would say to my unappreciative brother) but Today wasn't as bad and after tomorrow I have only three more days left on co-op. Then a week of vacation-like downtime. Then school.
Ahhhhhh!!
Anyway, it is Sair's BDay today, and she wanted Lydia/Aragon.
Title: Glass-breaking
Fandom: ASRP, which used to be related to DP but really isn't anymore, although no one makes any monies
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Lydia didn’t wear white. Lace, ruffles, and frills were all fine–provided they were black, or at the very least dark red, rich and sanguine. So when the time had come to plan the wedding, it had taken Maddie Fenton’s suggestion of modified penguin dress to work.
At a normal penguin wedding, everyone else wore black, and the happy couple wore white. Here, the happy couple wore black, and everyone else wore whatever they wanted provided it wasn’t.
Clockwork, Dan, and Freakshow had shown up in matching suits of purple, neon green, and red, respectively. Freakshow, as the closest thing Lydia had to a family, was officially giving her away, and had therefore been snatched up two second later by a worried Maddie.
In retrospect, letting Maddie plan the wedding might not have been the best idea.
Dora was in shimmering blue, of course, golden hair done up in something that looked absolutely wonderful woven around and with the slim golden tiara she wore. Beside her, Poindexter smiled happily, his gray suit contrasting hers beautifully.
Jack was in orange. It was not a jumpsuit, but it was orange.
The Ghost Writer had written in the equivalent of a Christmas truce for this event, but even so, it took some time to get everyone in and seated.
Clockwork performed the ceremony, there being probably no wedding more absolute than one performed by the Master of Time himself. Lydia was practically glowing as she walked down the aisle, arm in Freakshow’s. Aragon had the dazed look that about-to-be-husbands generally wear.
It wasn’t Christian; it was done in a way far older than Christianity, a way of bone-deep binding, mind to mind and soul to soul. It was also very powerful magic, powerful enough to give both Lancer and Kwan momentary headaches, as Clockwork recited the last words, “You may now kiss the bride.”
The reception set new records.
Sam, forced out of her usual black, was wearing tartan. Green and purple tartan. She’d absolutely refused to give up her army boots, which were steel-toed and made for moshing, and therefore carved a path through the crowd as she stepped on various people’s feet in her beeline to congratulate them. Aragon was now wearing a bemused look, and the tattoos under Lydia’s skin were shifting rapidly, joyfully.
The Lunch Lady (who was wearing frilly pink) had done the catering, and she’d outdone herself. There was more food. The happy couple would need an industrial-sized fridge to store the leftovers, and they’d be eating birthday cake for a year.
The dancing was a bit disturbing, at least for the living. When most of the dancers aren’t confined to the floor, conga lines can get really weird. When the music is being done by a rock star, the dancing can be more than a little rowdy.
And someone, probably the Ghost Writer, had slipped Dan alcohol.
It was two in the morning before Lydia and Aragon found their way to bed, where they did nothing but cuddle each other for as long as they could stay awake, which wasn’t long, and then sleep, curled together like puppies.
Tomorrow, y'all get a new episode of Avatar while I am stuck in Shul during the Kol Nidre services. So I'm not feeling very happy at the world right now . . .
Although it can't possibly be worse than the one time I had to fast on my BDay because of Yom Kippur.
Any, Sair, hope you like it!
Ahhhhhh!!
Anyway, it is Sair's BDay today, and she wanted Lydia/Aragon.
Title: Glass-breaking
Fandom: ASRP, which used to be related to DP but really isn't anymore, although no one makes any monies
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Lydia didn’t wear white. Lace, ruffles, and frills were all fine–provided they were black, or at the very least dark red, rich and sanguine. So when the time had come to plan the wedding, it had taken Maddie Fenton’s suggestion of modified penguin dress to work.
At a normal penguin wedding, everyone else wore black, and the happy couple wore white. Here, the happy couple wore black, and everyone else wore whatever they wanted provided it wasn’t.
Clockwork, Dan, and Freakshow had shown up in matching suits of purple, neon green, and red, respectively. Freakshow, as the closest thing Lydia had to a family, was officially giving her away, and had therefore been snatched up two second later by a worried Maddie.
In retrospect, letting Maddie plan the wedding might not have been the best idea.
Dora was in shimmering blue, of course, golden hair done up in something that looked absolutely wonderful woven around and with the slim golden tiara she wore. Beside her, Poindexter smiled happily, his gray suit contrasting hers beautifully.
Jack was in orange. It was not a jumpsuit, but it was orange.
The Ghost Writer had written in the equivalent of a Christmas truce for this event, but even so, it took some time to get everyone in and seated.
Clockwork performed the ceremony, there being probably no wedding more absolute than one performed by the Master of Time himself. Lydia was practically glowing as she walked down the aisle, arm in Freakshow’s. Aragon had the dazed look that about-to-be-husbands generally wear.
It wasn’t Christian; it was done in a way far older than Christianity, a way of bone-deep binding, mind to mind and soul to soul. It was also very powerful magic, powerful enough to give both Lancer and Kwan momentary headaches, as Clockwork recited the last words, “You may now kiss the bride.”
The reception set new records.
Sam, forced out of her usual black, was wearing tartan. Green and purple tartan. She’d absolutely refused to give up her army boots, which were steel-toed and made for moshing, and therefore carved a path through the crowd as she stepped on various people’s feet in her beeline to congratulate them. Aragon was now wearing a bemused look, and the tattoos under Lydia’s skin were shifting rapidly, joyfully.
The Lunch Lady (who was wearing frilly pink) had done the catering, and she’d outdone herself. There was more food. The happy couple would need an industrial-sized fridge to store the leftovers, and they’d be eating birthday cake for a year.
The dancing was a bit disturbing, at least for the living. When most of the dancers aren’t confined to the floor, conga lines can get really weird. When the music is being done by a rock star, the dancing can be more than a little rowdy.
And someone, probably the Ghost Writer, had slipped Dan alcohol.
It was two in the morning before Lydia and Aragon found their way to bed, where they did nothing but cuddle each other for as long as they could stay awake, which wasn’t long, and then sleep, curled together like puppies.
Tomorrow, y'all get a new episode of Avatar while I am stuck in Shul during the Kol Nidre services. So I'm not feeling very happy at the world right now . . .
Although it can't possibly be worse than the one time I had to fast on my BDay because of Yom Kippur.
Any, Sair, hope you like it!
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Date: 2007-09-20 11:18 pm (UTC)It's so sweet! *Cuddles.* Thankies.
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Date: 2007-09-21 04:55 am (UTC)Also, I believe I will be stuck at work when the new episode airs. So yeah you're not alone.
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Date: 2007-09-21 12:02 pm (UTC)*Excepting maybe the Hora, but it's not so much me dancing as me holding on to chair and praying that I'm not dropped . . .
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Date: 2007-09-21 05:59 am (UTC)*ahem* Mmyes. I think a ghost wedding would be great fun to go to, now.
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Date: 2007-09-21 12:04 pm (UTC)Wall-conga!
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Date: 2007-09-21 06:51 pm (UTC)Matching suits and those three colours in the same sentence do not belong together. No, no they don't *painful mental images* Ouchie.
But it's so sweet and it rocks like a rocking thing with extra rockiness.
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Date: 2007-09-21 07:44 pm (UTC)And I resent the implication that all gay guys have good taste. I know of at least two who don't.
Thanks.