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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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."