now it goes short and sweet

[a-total-sap.livejournal.com]

Who: anyone who RSVP'd... and some who didn't
What: what's a Refugee wedding without epic?
Where: Radiant Garden
When: Wednesday Sep 16th



Sora had never actually been to a wedding before. Birthdays, anniversaries, graduations, even receptions, yes - but weddings? What was surprising was that he had grown up on a small cluster of islands where everyone knew everyone, and friends grew up to marry childhood sweethearts. But for some reason, Sora had never actually gone to the wedding ceremony. Something had always happened - he was sick, he had homework, Riku had challenged him to a race and forgotten that a family friend was getting married that morning but it wasn't like either of them would back down...

He had to ask Kairi in the end what was appropriate to wear to a wedding, having decided last minute that Ryune would be too busy actually planning said wedding to help. It was how he ended up sitting outside of the chapel dressed in black pants that were too itchy, a red short-sleeved dressshirt that just felt wrong, a tie which was doing its best to choke him...and sandals. He had to draw the line for comfort somewhere.

He was glad about the change of wedding date too - it threw off the media. Maybe it would throw off Calum too. Sora was an optimist by nature, knew that everything was going to turn out for the better... but he wondered sometimes, about the light and the darkness and a war that never seemed to be won.

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WOW I FORGOT MY OWN WEDDING. FAILURE THY NAME IS RYUNE.

[taistoi.livejournal.com]

It was chaos in the women's dressing room. "OH GOD, WHERE ARE MY KNIVES?!"

Ryune, in the upper, zippered corset portion of her gown, garters, and a pair of white shorts, ran past her bridesmaids in a panic. Her mom trailed behind with the veil, yelling at her to calm down.

Mom went ignored as Ryune rummaged around in the backpack she'd brought with her, until she held up a pair of holstered knives. With a vicious grin, she strapped them to her upper thigh, and turned to her mother. "Okay. Now I can put the skirt on."

"Renee, why are there knives strapped on your leg."

"Momma, I'm one of the refugees. Shit going wrong is kind of really normal, and I don't want to be unprepared."

"But you've already got your bow and arrows in some kind of magic holding space."

"Those aren't good for stabbing any jerk that tries to ruin my wedding."

Her mom rolled her eyes, and went to get the flouncy skirt, which, while fancy, was easily removed. Ryune had insisted on designing her own dress.

And then, without warning, Ryune started bawling. "I'm getting married in ten minutes!" she sobbed. "I always cry at weddings and Daddy's gonna make some kind of speech that gets me going and I'm gonna cry at my own wedding and ruin my mascara!"

[seolearo.livejournal.com]

Ray stood to the side, watching the scene with a mix of amusement and exasperation. Maybe she should have expected this. But damn, this was really starting to get out of hand.

Rolling her eyes and putting her hands on her hips, she said, "Exactly, you're getting married in ten minutes. Do you really want to be freaking out during the whole ceremony? And if you're so worried about crying and ruining your mascara, then you should probably stop crying now so we can get you the water resistant kind." At least then you can cry all you want, she added silently.

[morleidr.livejournal.com]

There was a knock on the door, and Chase quietly peered inside, a small smile slipping onto her face when she caught sight of the pandemonium in the room. Especially the crying bride.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"