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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At the alter

[anzila.livejournal.com]

Brandon had been in front of crowds throughout his life. Once he'd stood before the representatives of the United Nations and news crews showing the event to the world. Another time he'd been resisting a man who could have snuffed him with a thought. Brandon thought he knew what being nervous was.

He had no clue what feeling nervous was before this moment. Suddenly everything up to and including saving the universe seemed insignificant next to this moment, the moment when he promised himself to the woman he loved for the rest of his life.

Gazing over the crowd, he saw all his friends and family in attendance, his mother beaming with pride and his father throwing him a little wink, his brother giving him a covert thumbs up, and his little sister vibrating with excitement in her new dress. He'd been amazed just how many people they'd packed into this chapel. Heck, he'd been amazed he knew this many people!

Tugging on the formal jacket that was part of the outfit he had recieved on the day Prince Eric had knighted him, Brandon again marveled at the sheer number of buttons and medals his friends had made him for all of his accomplishments. He was particularly proud of the "Getting a price on your head from the English crown" medal. Still, he wondered if the gold shoulder pads were a bit much, or if he had enough zippers.

Turning back, he glanced at his Best man and grooms. Rob was there for him, of course, that beaming smile of his seeming to light up the room as always. Ren stood next to him, looking stylish in her outfit with Alan perched on one shoulder, and he grinned remembering his mom's exasperated reaction to him insisting the girl be on his side of the chapel. Mike and Josh stood side by side, and Brandon couldn't help but remember the time they'd all taken down a Darkside together. It reminded him that with these friends by his side, he could handle anything. There was also Geoff, looking pleased Brandon had let him keep the sword and shield that were his mementos of his own adventures among the stars. of course, in truth Brandon wouldn't have had it otherwise. It made his own decision to have Marvin, the saber glistening from a fresh coat of polish, at his side seem less odd.

Though judging by the crowed, weapons were the in accessory this year, and that was the least odd feature of their guests, plenty of whom weren't even human. It seemed as if everyone he or Ryune had helped in their travels had decided to pay a visit, and seeing them all had warmed Brandon's heart.

Looking back over the crowd, seeing all his friends and family gathered in one place, Brandon decided nervous wasn't the right word for what he was feeling.

He was excited, excited like a five year old on Christmas morning times one thousand. He was excited to be here, excited to experience this with everyone he loved, and most of all he was excited that by the end of the day he would be spending the rest of his life with a woman who he had met among the stars, who had stood up with him to oppose Xemnas, who had fought beside him in battle and stood beside him in countless trials, and most of all who he had fallen utterly in love with.

He supposed the goofy smile on his face wasn't really befitting such a momentous occasion, but he couldn't think of any better way to express how he was feeling.

He was going to get married!

Re: At the alter

[lovely-fatale.livejournal.com]

She walked in soon after everyone else had been seated. But she wasn't there to take a seat. Her outfit itself was made to turn heads - fitted like a second skin, so dark a red that it might as well have been black. Save for the ridiculously, possibly illegal shortness of it, it would have almost seemed modest at the front with its high neckline and long sleeves... until she walked forward, and one saw that the entire back was let out.

Her heels clicked loudly on the floor, and with a hush already falling over the crowd, she stood out, not just for her dress but for her sheer beauty. And the fact that a good part of the crowd would have recognized her and knew what her appearance meant.

Her eyes flashed when she glanced at Brandon, but other than that, she didn't say a single word.

Re: At the alter

[anzila.livejournal.com]

Brandon tensed when he caught sight of the woman. Instantly all of the excitement and joy turned to ashes in his mouth.

If she was here...the implications flew through Brandon's mind, and almost unconsciously he began running through possible scenarios and counter plans. He wanted to charge down and demand to know what the hell was going on, but it was almost time for things to begin. All he could do was flash a signal to Alan, sending the Quail off to the side to find Leon.

He'd have to trust his friends to handle this.

God, couldn't he have this one day?

Re: At the alter

[lovely-fatale.livejournal.com]

She raised an eyebrow at him, her face carefully blank, and only walked to the very back of the chapel to wait. It was only a matter of time now before they showed up.

A small frown appeared on her face as the strange quail sitting on one of the girl's shoulders flew off. Well, well. This would be interesting.

She met his gaze once more before looking away.

Foolishness.

Re: At the alter

[hyperpsyche.livejournal.com]

"Hm? What's the..." Ren's curious smile fell flat when she turned and saw Lilith sitting among the pews. "What, she didn't catch on fire when she stepped over the threshold?" she muttered under her breath.

Ren watched Alan flutter off, then turned back toward Brandon. "Do you want me to do something about her?" she asked through a fake smile and gritted teeth.

Jeez, had someone cursed the wedding, too?

Re: At the alter

[anzila.livejournal.com]

Brandon leaned back slightly, keeping his eyes on the audience.

"Just keep your eyes peeled and be ready to get everyone evacuated pronto. If she's here, he might be here to. Hell, he's probably here now," Brandon whispered.

Goddamn it, if that pirate did anything to ruin this, Brandon wouldn't just stop him, he would break him.

Re: At the alter

[hyperpsyche.livejournal.com]

Ren nodded slightly, giving the audience the slightly strained smile she usually reserved for customers at work during particularly hellish weekend shifts. (Not that she had been to work or class in ages, but...)

"Gotcha," she whispered back. "And I'll shout if I run into him." Ren scanned the room, noting where the doors were and trying to remember where some of them led in order to provide the most efficient escape routes.

"Make God laugh--plan for the future," Ren muttered, flexing her wrists a little just to make sure one of her purchases from the Star Market was still tucked up her sleeves. It might not be much, but against Calum's magic, every little bit would help.

Re: At the alter

[lovely-fatale.livejournal.com]

Lilith looked from Brandon to Ren, almost unnervingly calm. She knew what was coming, knew what was planned - there were storms ahead for these children, and she was well aware of the part she would play in it.

Speaking of...

She glanced off to the side, glancing at where the mastermind of the entire plot sat. Their eyes met for just an instant, more of a passing gaze of recognition than anything, before Lilith turned away.

"Distractions. Those are what you are good at, love. Always have been, always will be."

At the altar (before Lilith shows up)

[hyperpsyche.livejournal.com]

Stylish, sure, maybe. But Ren was also trying not to fidget and rumple the tuxedo she had been so eager to wear as a grooms(wo)man. The high collar and cross tie were almost uncomfortably snug around her throat, her feet were already starting to ache, and the snarkiest part of her kept saying that she looked like a rogue blackjack dealer. "I will never complain about women's formal wear again," she told herself for the third time, shifting her weight and trying not to dislodge Alan in the process.

She had to keep herself from running a hand through her hair, too. Sure, it was just gently curled and tied back into a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck, but she knew it was only a matter of time until the curls flopped back to their normal, stick-straight state no matter how much hair spray she had used. She didn't want to hurry the process along.

It felt almost surreal, really. Not only was this her first wedding where she was part of the wedding party, but just one look at the assembled guests and their not-so-conventional gear was enough to remind her of just how bizarre the whole situation was. Even Ren had a few surprises up her sleeves--literally--and her staff had been tucked into a nearby alcove, just in case. But then, since when had the Refugees ever done anything the normal way?

Ren gave Brandon a gentle smile and nudged him a little. "All right, now if anyone gets any bright ideas to disrupt things during 'speak now or forever hold your peace,' I'll hold them while you and Ryune punch," she half-joked.

((OOC: *flail* This is what I get for not logging in earlier tonight. Sorry!))