As soon as everybody has found their seats, has settled all the children down, gotten to where they're supposed to be in terms of standing, whatever, the music begins. The traditional music. Here Comes The Bride
( ... )
Gale has assumed his (only recently) assigned best man position, hands clasped behind his back in an almost military posture.
There's an understandable "oh, what?" moment, when Sloth makes an entrance. That green guy, the one he almost-accidentally-killed-but-didn't. He's half afraid that Sloth is here because of him, and he begins formulating plans to take him out with the least disturbance, should he--ah, there he goes without a fight . . . and . . .
. . . and oh, oh, there she is. Hippolyta looks so lovely. His smile is a little tight-lipped; as best man, he's not sure whether he should be expressing modest stoicism or glee right now.
Well, considering the traditional role of the best man is to step in should the groom faint or run away or something, maybe he should be nervous, too. Just sayin'.
Hips would wave, but her hands are occupied. She'll hug you after the ceremony, Gale.
And waiting at the end of the aisle, at their impromptu altar, is the groom. He'd managed up until now to look relatively collected and calm, (even after the obnoxious arrival of a certain green party crasher)...right until his bride enters the room. He really hopes his jaw didn't visibly drop or that the gasp he's sure he made was audible when he caught sight of her. She's breathtaking.
Ramon is at a similar loss as Gale; he's not sure if he's allowed to smile, or if he should remain stoic and with a calm expression. It's hard to not show any emotion, though, as Hippolyta approaches. So he's mostly straightfaced, but with just a tiny glimpse of a wobbly, nervous smile hovering at his lips.
His knees are feeling remarkably weak all of a sudden...
To say 'she only has eyes for him' is both absolutely true and somewhat of an understatement. She even pauses in her slow walk towards him, for just a second, feeling like her heart is going burst into flame and she can't contain her happiness.
It's finally happening. After all this time of talking about it, the day is here, and she's getting married to Ramon.
Her life flashes before her eyes, all the suck, all the good, everything. Her knees start to go weak as well. Good thing she's got such a grip on Ruthven's elbow; he'll help to keep her from falling over.
Soon the walk is finished, and she stands facing Ramon at the foot of the stairs. The pounding she hears in her ears is simply her pulse. Don't faint, don't faint, don't faint...
He covers her fingers on his arm with his own, briefly, a cool firm touch that says I'm here, I've got you, this is all going exactly as it should.
When they reach the foot of the stairs Ruthven bows to her ever so slightly, and smoothly retreats to one side, as still and cool and quiet as alabaster and onyx.
Outwardly he is entirely calm: but the vampire's old, old heart is singing with pride, and love, and a pure sweet happiness so strong it makes him catch his breath.
This is the best wedding ever. Not...that Courtney's been to many weddings. She tags along happily, managing to keep up the step-pause beat and scattering flower petals of some sort. Are they real? Are they silk? Who cares? Everyone's watching the bride, anyway, as they should be.
Djehuty has donned his lunar crown; its light mingles with the others in the hall. When Hippolyta and Ramon are both standing before him, he inclines his head to them before speaking.
"It has always been my belief that the gods have given to the universe a right order. Part of this order is that individuals should be drawn together: to produce families, to protect each other, to give comfort. The unthinking animals do this. They pair briefly or for life, according to their natures. And when humans became thinking animals, speaking animals, they looked at themselves and saw this quality. They gave it words. Attraction. Love. Some people believe that when humans knew this about themselves they left paradise to start the race on earth; other peoples have seen gods in this force, powerful gods
( ... )
Djehuty's beautiful opening of this ceremony somehow solidifies that this is really happening; the actual wedding and marriage is now taking place. It's really happening.
This, of course, leaves him feeling even more dry-mouthed and weak-kneed than ever before. But the happy, warm pulses inside of his chest, the ones that he can share with and show Hippolyta through their silent link, is hard to ignore as well. And that's what gets him to finally start his vows.
"Hi-...Hippolyta..." He has to pause to try and get the nervous stammer out of his voice, though it's not helped by the fact of how small his voice sounds in this enormous hall. "Hippolyta, our meeting was one of fate. We were two people, so different both from one another and from how we are now. But somehow, we were still brought together. And in the strife that united us, we found love.
"Hippolyta, we have been through unspeakable hardship, pain and trials; but we've been through them together. And we are still together, no matter how hard those times have been. And this
( ... )
Hippolyta nods in agreement when he finishes, forgetting that it's part of the vows, like he's asking her permission directly instead of making a vow.
Then she realizes it's her turn. It takes her a lot longer to begin speaking than he took; for once in her life, Hippolyta is truly struck speechless. Her mouth opens a few times, then closes again. She seems to notice the audience for the first time and turns to them.
"Sorry. I think you all are seeing a first here."
If there's laughter, she doesn't notice anymore; the sound of the blood rushing in her ears drowns it out. Then she begins speaking to him again.
"Ramon. Ramon. Ramon Salazar, I love you. I promised to stand by you as your wife and partner almost two years ago now. In a way, we've been married since then. But I wanted to say it here, in front of everybody we know and love, as an anchor. As a reminder of why we agreed to be partners in the first place.
"I am so endlessly proud of you, what you've accomplished, what we've accomplished. You encourage me to be
( ... )
Djehuty closes his eyes briefly, a slow and contented blink. The Egyptians didn't have a set ceremony for this kind of thing: but he's found that weddings can be endearing.
Waiting in the wings this whole while has been a pair of small demons. One has a little pillow with the rings, and the other has the first on a leash.
Bhima is hopping out, making those odd gurgling noises he does that are his version of a laugh. He even has a little bowtie on, tucked just underneath the nostrils on his chin.
And Jack Frost has a firm hold on the leash that's on Bhima like a parachute harness. It's really a dreadfully comical sight after such solemn and heartfelt vows are exchanged. But you try thinking of a better way to keep something like Bhima under control for the entirety of a wedding ceremony and reception.
Bhima comes to a halt next to Ramon and, only to further shatter the solemn mood, tugs on his coat and shout, "SI SI SI," as he holds out the pillow with the rings. One corner of the poor cushion is a little chewed up.
Jack just rubs his face and makes a quiet, weary, "Hee ho..."
Ramon, first giving a fleeting moment of eye contact and a lopsided smile of both thanks and apology to Jack, leans down and takes the pair of rings from Bhima's presented cushion. The dear little Atma did so good; he didn't even try to eat the rings themselves. So he gets a pat on the side of the head before Ramon straightens up again.
And then the castellan takes Hippolyta's hand, discreetly putting the ring she's to present to him into her palm, and, after a pause to make loving eye contact with her, slips the wedding ring onto the appropriate finger.
"Hippolyta Hollister, With this ring, I thee wed..."
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She's also ready to taser Doc Sloth. You know. Just in case.
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There's an understandable "oh, what?" moment, when Sloth makes an entrance. That green guy, the one he almost-accidentally-killed-but-didn't. He's half afraid that Sloth is here because of him, and he begins formulating plans to take him out with the least disturbance, should he--ah, there he goes without a fight . . . and . . .
. . . and oh, oh, there she is. Hippolyta looks so lovely. His smile is a little tight-lipped; as best man, he's not sure whether he should be expressing modest stoicism or glee right now.
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Hips would wave, but her hands are occupied. She'll hug you after the ceremony, Gale.
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Ramon is at a similar loss as Gale; he's not sure if he's allowed to smile, or if he should remain stoic and with a calm expression. It's hard to not show any emotion, though, as Hippolyta approaches. So he's mostly straightfaced, but with just a tiny glimpse of a wobbly, nervous smile hovering at his lips.
His knees are feeling remarkably weak all of a sudden...
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It's finally happening. After all this time of talking about it, the day is here, and she's getting married to Ramon.
Her life flashes before her eyes, all the suck, all the good, everything. Her knees start to go weak as well. Good thing she's got such a grip on Ruthven's elbow; he'll help to keep her from falling over.
Soon the walk is finished, and she stands facing Ramon at the foot of the stairs. The pounding she hears in her ears is simply her pulse. Don't faint, don't faint, don't faint...
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When they reach the foot of the stairs Ruthven bows to her ever so slightly, and smoothly retreats to one side, as still and cool and quiet as alabaster and onyx.
Outwardly he is entirely calm: but the vampire's old, old heart is singing with pride, and love, and a pure sweet happiness so strong it makes him catch his breath.
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Courtney thinks she looks really pretty.
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"It has always been my belief that the gods have given to the universe a right order. Part of this order is that individuals should be drawn together: to produce families, to protect each other, to give comfort. The unthinking animals do this. They pair briefly or for life, according to their natures. And when humans became thinking animals, speaking animals, they looked at themselves and saw this quality. They gave it words. Attraction. Love. Some people believe that when humans knew this about themselves they left paradise to start the race on earth; other peoples have seen gods in this force, powerful gods ( ... )
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This, of course, leaves him feeling even more dry-mouthed and weak-kneed than ever before. But the happy, warm pulses inside of his chest, the ones that he can share with and show Hippolyta through their silent link, is hard to ignore as well. And that's what gets him to finally start his vows.
"Hi-...Hippolyta..." He has to pause to try and get the nervous stammer out of his voice, though it's not helped by the fact of how small his voice sounds in this enormous hall. "Hippolyta, our meeting was one of fate. We were two people, so different both from one another and from how we are now. But somehow, we were still brought together. And in the strife that united us, we found love.
"Hippolyta, we have been through unspeakable hardship, pain and trials; but we've been through them together. And we are still together, no matter how hard those times have been. And this ( ... )
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Then she realizes it's her turn. It takes her a lot longer to begin speaking than he took; for once in her life, Hippolyta is truly struck speechless. Her mouth opens a few times, then closes again. She seems to notice the audience for the first time and turns to them.
"Sorry. I think you all are seeing a first here."
If there's laughter, she doesn't notice anymore; the sound of the blood rushing in her ears drowns it out. Then she begins speaking to him again.
"Ramon. Ramon. Ramon Salazar, I love you. I promised to stand by you as your wife and partner almost two years ago now. In a way, we've been married since then. But I wanted to say it here, in front of everybody we know and love, as an anchor. As a reminder of why we agreed to be partners in the first place.
"I am so endlessly proud of you, what you've accomplished, what we've accomplished. You encourage me to be ( ... )
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He clicks his beak softly. "The rings...?"
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Bhima is hopping out, making those odd gurgling noises he does that are his version of a laugh. He even has a little bowtie on, tucked just underneath the nostrils on his chin.
And Jack Frost has a firm hold on the leash that's on Bhima like a parachute harness. It's really a dreadfully comical sight after such solemn and heartfelt vows are exchanged. But you try thinking of a better way to keep something like Bhima under control for the entirety of a wedding ceremony and reception.
Bhima comes to a halt next to Ramon and, only to further shatter the solemn mood, tugs on his coat and shout, "SI SI SI," as he holds out the pillow with the rings. One corner of the poor cushion is a little chewed up.
Jack just rubs his face and makes a quiet, weary, "Hee ho..."
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What? It's funny!
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And then the castellan takes Hippolyta's hand, discreetly putting the ring she's to present to him into her palm, and, after a pause to make loving eye contact with her, slips the wedding ring onto the appropriate finger.
"Hippolyta Hollister, With this ring, I thee wed..."
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