HERE COME THE... GROOMS!
WHO: The newlyweds and the wedding guests.
WHEN: September 2nd, Thursday.
WHERE: Berwald's house.
WHAT: Peter and Raivis' wedding. What else.
( Because Carrie and Kuro are both sick out of their mind... this is the result. )
WHEN: September 2nd, Thursday.
WHERE: Berwald's house.
WHAT: Peter and Raivis' wedding. What else.
( Because Carrie and Kuro are both sick out of their mind... this is the result. )
She went with Rory and Lucy, her guest who looked very cute in her little dress. Despite being in Liberty for son long, she didnt know that many people, so fallowed her sister or Lucy wherever they went. At least the important part of it required her to sit and not do anything. But that made it still awkward that she was also kinda watching her brother. She did her best to keep her eyes on Peter. He hasnt changed much. Looked even more like a kid with that tall stupid red head behind him. Yet that vision of a child standing up there was swapped when the bridegroom came up and stood next to him. God, how much things changed. When was the last time she saw him? She only met him a handful of times. First time when the kid was still in diapers, and Erin had got her grimy hands on some whiskey. Like any good big sister, she replaced his milk bottle with another type of bottle. It didnt end well, for either of them... Which is why she didnt seem him until much-much later. When he was old enough to understand how to pick locks.
Erin popped out of the flashbacks and into the present when she felt tears roll down her cheek. This caught her by surprise. She tried to discreetly brush them away, but only more came out. Lucy didnt seem to mind, and gave her some tissues.
Afterwards, they two girls hung out for a while. Long enough for cake and to give the happy couple a few good words and their gift. It was more for Peter than them both. A bottle of Whiskey, and a few tools to pick locks. In the card, Erin had wrote something along the lines of, "Never use these against each other, only with each other". Then just before they left, Erin pulled her brother aside to speak to him. She didnt remember what exactly she said, but they awkwardly hugged and she left feeling a little bit better... Not much. But that was that. Now to drink the night away back home...
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A tick tick ticking from a point he could not decipher exploded in loud chimes as eleven o'clock rang in. The handle turned beneath his trembling palm, he took a deep breath as the door sighed with him and clutching Toris's arm with embarrassingly evident fear, he walked as elegantly as he could through the bend, turn, bends of the household into the openness of the backyard.
He heard the first notes of the Wedding March, so traditional and timeless, wetness welled at the corners of his eyes before he could think to hold it back. But then, why should he? Peter was so strikingly handsome. A glance to the young man containing just as much nervous excitement and anxiety as he was yet retaining so much poise and dignity counterintuitive to his character drove every serpent of doubt from him. The shadows of hesitation and 'what if's dropped away with each step closer.
Colors melted together. If there were sound effects still trailing him in his waking life, they were indeterminable from anything else that was not Peter. All he could see was the reflection of the vast, clear sky in the eyes locked with his. All that he wanted to see were those eyes. Suddenly close, like there had never been any distance between them to begin with. He could barely register when Toris had released him or how his cousin had managed to pry him off. It was a haziness that followed through Dewi's magnificent sonnet, making the words Berwald spoke seem distant, foreign things.
Some part of him, the dedicated secretary, must have been tracking every exchange with particular care. When the instant came for a vow, he gave one. Low, sincere. When Peter placed a ring on his finger, he placed another on Peter's in return.
When his husband leaned in to kiss him, he met him halfway.
And that was it. There was cake (frosting gone awry and a subtle tongue to his cheek). There were flowers. Singing, dancing. People whose faces he knew but did not recognize and could only smile at wistfully as he avoided stepping on Peter's toes.
He had a few shuffling presses on his own, but at those he only smiled.
Whatever pitfalls, come the storms or the halcyon days before them, Raivis knew he could look back on the moment there in Peter's arms and hear the words resonate in his heart fresh and clear.
"Es tevi milu."
"I love you too."
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