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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[twilight-sith.livejournal.com]

Gently, he took her in his arms and simply held her, doing nothing else. There was still that strange feeling of distance, of him not being entirely there, but still, the comfort remained.

"It was only what should be done," he murmured. "The least I could do."

[songbird9.livejournal.com]

She hadn't expected this either, because she remembered how awkward he had been about cuddling. She'd put more thought into it than it probably deserved, and found it ironic how much she craved physical touch, while he seemed only to care about the connections of thought and speech.
Of course it had been his intellectual nature which first captured her attention, but there was something... irreplaceable... about being held, and having someone to hold.

Anyone born human and raised by loving parents would have such an affinity.

So she let herself bask in the moment, very much aware of how little time they'd actually spent together, and thus determined to draw out every second of this. She knew he wouldn't be here for long. She couldn't quite ignore that sense of distance.

"Where do I find you, when this is over?" There was no denying that she'd search, no matter how he answered. She'd been prepared to fly across universes for him since long before he'd been given his own life. Such devotion was simply part of Song's nature.