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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Aerith was waiting patiently for the wedding to begin, and had chosen a seat near the middle to sit in for the time being. She would have preferred to sit up front, but she figured the refugees should have that honor. They'd been together for years, and been through so much, that it was only right.

It hadn't taken her long in choosing what to wear; she didn't have an overabundance of formal dresses. But since this was a special occasion, she'd pulled out her favorite one: a slim, pale green dress that fell just past her knees. Of course, she's abandoned her usual pink ribbon for a matching one, as well.

She looked around, watching the others arrive. This was quite the event, wasn't it? Even old acquaintances were showing up, the Others of the Nobodies they'd fought before. It made her happy to seem them here; they hadn't heard from them since...

Aerith paused. Was that...?

It was! She stood and walked to the back, a bright smile on her face. "Ienzo," she greeted warmly. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

[book-of-mirage.livejournal.com]

Ienzo started, dropping his book.

"Er, ah," he said, scrambling to pick it up. "Um."

He looked up at her, pushing his glasses back up his nose.

"Oh, miss Aerith," he said, smiling. "Yes, it has, hasn't it?"

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Elaeus smiled as he watched his friend drop his book when he spoke to Aerith, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Oh how he had missed his friend these long months.

Even if his way with women seemed to be the same as always. Silently he adjusted his dress robes and took a seat next to Ienzo, lending the man his quiet support.