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The wedding ceremony couldn't have happened on a prettier day. It was bright, and sunny with just a hint of morning chill that was slowly being erased by the sun that was steadily climbing higher in the sky. The location had been chosen for its elegance and it's intimate atmosphere. In the corner a quartet set up and played a soft wedding march for Peyton to walk down the aisle to, at the end of the aisle was Mac, waiting with a nervous energy that he hid rather well considering the nature of the ceremony. There had been a lengthy discussion about what he should wear and they had settled on a simple Tux that complimented her wedding dress beautifully.
He was standing still when everyone rose for Peyton's entrance. His eyes were locked on her, how beautiful she looked with her soft skin, dark hair and stunning blue eyes that he planned on looking into for the rest of his life. She joined him at the end of the petal strewn aisle and he took her hands and smiled at her as they faced each other.
The minister started the ceremony, "Ladies and Gentleman we are gathered here today, in beautiful New York's central park and in the sight of God to witness the joining of two of God's children, Mac Taylor and Peyton Driscol. . . ." He continued on with the ceremony, explaining that it was truly a blessing to see two people in love with each other and taking those final steps to cement that love not only spiritually but legally as well.
After the mini sermon Mac and Peyton exchanged vows, then rings, and then kisses. The slow progression of their relationship, Mac's cheeks turning a little pink when they kissed and the crowd gathered clapped politely.
Now legally married the party moved to the reception area.
There were tables set up around a dance floor, a table with a cake on it next to the table with gifts on it (the whole thing was next to an open bar). It was an open bar and despite the argument about order, a sit down dinner with some after dinner and dancing snacks. Mac insisted on a sit down dinner because that was the logical progression of an evening. One chicken dish and fish for the vegetarians (which sparked an intense discussion about if anyone they knew was actually a vegetarian.)
It was a very nice ceremony and reception in Mac's opinion and he kept himself calm by making sure things were done correctly and on time. It was like watching over a very fancy and emotionally delicate platoon.
With a lot more shiny white material.
[ooc: listen up ya little shits. There will be music, there will be dancing, and god dammit there will be gaiety. Bendy time applies and there was no one in the wedding party so just get all dressed up, dance and get drunk. you vomit and Mac makes you clean it up.]
He was standing still when everyone rose for Peyton's entrance. His eyes were locked on her, how beautiful she looked with her soft skin, dark hair and stunning blue eyes that he planned on looking into for the rest of his life. She joined him at the end of the petal strewn aisle and he took her hands and smiled at her as they faced each other.
The minister started the ceremony, "Ladies and Gentleman we are gathered here today, in beautiful New York's central park and in the sight of God to witness the joining of two of God's children, Mac Taylor and Peyton Driscol. . . ." He continued on with the ceremony, explaining that it was truly a blessing to see two people in love with each other and taking those final steps to cement that love not only spiritually but legally as well.
After the mini sermon Mac and Peyton exchanged vows, then rings, and then kisses. The slow progression of their relationship, Mac's cheeks turning a little pink when they kissed and the crowd gathered clapped politely.
Now legally married the party moved to the reception area.
There were tables set up around a dance floor, a table with a cake on it next to the table with gifts on it (the whole thing was next to an open bar). It was an open bar and despite the argument about order, a sit down dinner with some after dinner and dancing snacks. Mac insisted on a sit down dinner because that was the logical progression of an evening. One chicken dish and fish for the vegetarians (which sparked an intense discussion about if anyone they knew was actually a vegetarian.)
It was a very nice ceremony and reception in Mac's opinion and he kept himself calm by making sure things were done correctly and on time. It was like watching over a very fancy and emotionally delicate platoon.
With a lot more shiny white material.
[ooc: listen up ya little shits. There will be music, there will be dancing, and god dammit there will be gaiety. Bendy time applies and there was no one in the wedding party so just get all dressed up, dance and get drunk. you vomit and Mac makes you clean it up.]