it’s drabble hour in rev’s house
Title: Sorry Your Marriage Failed
Characters: Aya Brea and a few guest appearances.
Explanation: Okay, I blame Sarah entirely for this, because we had to fill in the blanks somehow with who Aya was getting married to in The 3rd Birthday trailers. I kept saying I would write a drabble for it, so I finally just got buzzed on sake and wrote it out.
This is entirely crackhouse and not meant to be taken seriously in any way, so don’t even fucking ask.
“We are gathered here today in the face of this company, to join together...”
She hadn’t paid attention for how long her hands had been fidgeting. With all the familiar gazes peering behind her on this special, momentous day, she never thought that she would ever live to experience this. To see herself as the tough woman behind the white veil...
Butterflies tickled her stomach with both nervousness and excitement. How foolish of her to have been dazing off during such a time like this, her thoughts in a whirlpool of anticipation with every syllable the priest had spoken:
“...in matrimony; which is an honorable and solemn estate and therefore is not to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently and soberly.”
Jesus. Well, there had been the nervousness, excitement, and butterflies, until she had been reminded of how incredibly boring weddings were (if the reception had taught her anything), listening to the priest drag on and on and on.
“If any one can show just cause why they may not be lawfully joined together-”
...then, it came without warning...
“BRRRRRRRRRRZZZZZZZZZZ!”
The most obnoxious of vile sounds wailed from across the chapel, calling on the attention of every eye to the entrance of the audience.
There stood Kyle Madigan, sporting his vuvuzela with great pride and defiance. He was now holding it to his chest as he shouted: “I can!”
“Madigan!” Aya seethed. “You’re ruining my wedding with Batman!”
Bruce Wayne brooded next to his soon-to-be bride at the altar in a very not-sure-if-want way. Or maybe just in his typical Bruce Wayne way because he’s the goddamn Batman.
“Aya, you know I can’t let you go through with this!” Kyle shouted out, now waving the vuvuzela in the air like a call to war. “We were meant to be-”
“BRRRRRRRRRRZZZZZZZZZZ!”
Another horn rang out as a second individual accompanied Kyle.
“MISS BRE~AAA!”
Aya rubbed her forehead. “Dammit, Graham.”
That was when the chapel doors burst open, entering Nero. “Hey, did somebody say vuvuzelas?”
The half-demon lifted his instrument of ruin, and...
“BRRRRRRRRRRZZZZZZZZZZ!”
With that, Aya threw down the veil from her head. “That’s it. I am never getting married.”
And that’s the story of how love was over.
Characters: Aya Brea and a few guest appearances.
Explanation: Okay, I blame Sarah entirely for this, because we had to fill in the blanks somehow with who Aya was getting married to in The 3rd Birthday trailers. I kept saying I would write a drabble for it, so I finally just got buzzed on sake and wrote it out.
This is entirely crackhouse and not meant to be taken seriously in any way, so don’t even fucking ask.
“We are gathered here today in the face of this company, to join together...”
She hadn’t paid attention for how long her hands had been fidgeting. With all the familiar gazes peering behind her on this special, momentous day, she never thought that she would ever live to experience this. To see herself as the tough woman behind the white veil...
Butterflies tickled her stomach with both nervousness and excitement. How foolish of her to have been dazing off during such a time like this, her thoughts in a whirlpool of anticipation with every syllable the priest had spoken:
“...in matrimony; which is an honorable and solemn estate and therefore is not to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently and soberly.”
Jesus. Well, there had been the nervousness, excitement, and butterflies, until she had been reminded of how incredibly boring weddings were (if the reception had taught her anything), listening to the priest drag on and on and on.
“If any one can show just cause why they may not be lawfully joined together-”
...then, it came without warning...
“BRRRRRRRRRRZZZZZZZZZZ!”
The most obnoxious of vile sounds wailed from across the chapel, calling on the attention of every eye to the entrance of the audience.
There stood Kyle Madigan, sporting his vuvuzela with great pride and defiance. He was now holding it to his chest as he shouted: “I can!”
“Madigan!” Aya seethed. “You’re ruining my wedding with Batman!”
Bruce Wayne brooded next to his soon-to-be bride at the altar in a very not-sure-if-want way. Or maybe just in his typical Bruce Wayne way because he’s the goddamn Batman.
“Aya, you know I can’t let you go through with this!” Kyle shouted out, now waving the vuvuzela in the air like a call to war. “We were meant to be-”
“BRRRRRRRRRRZZZZZZZZZZ!”
Another horn rang out as a second individual accompanied Kyle.
“MISS BRE~AAA!”
Aya rubbed her forehead. “Dammit, Graham.”
That was when the chapel doors burst open, entering Nero. “Hey, did somebody say vuvuzelas?”
The half-demon lifted his instrument of ruin, and...
“BRRRRRRRRRRZZZZZZZZZZ!”
With that, Aya threw down the veil from her head. “That’s it. I am never getting married.”
And that’s the story of how love was over.