An Event: The Wedding of Jamieson Well and Andrea Weaver.
"You'll wed in solemn, stately St. Dunstans, and celebrate in one of a sparkling ballrooms tucked in the depths of the palace."
Today was the day. The wedding that would finally make them official in the eyes of everyone else, allow them to live their lives with one less complication always hounding them. Everyone they could think of was invited to it. They invited their friends, Jamieson's family members that he tolerated for more than a few hours, Andrea's comrades from all paths of her lives and the necessary witnesses.
Anticipation was buzzing in the air as people settled into their seats, the couple of the day having been a known relationship in the 'Neath thanks to the passionate devotion with each other. The fact they were finally tying the knot was a sense of relief and amusement to many, a sense of disappointment and surprise to some because surely neither of them would have bothered to go through with this.
And yet here they are.
Jamieson himself is a strapping figure as he waits at the altar with his best man, Rupert Finns, at his side. He looks every inch of a prince, appearing as if he had just stepped out of a fairy tale than from the shadowy hallways he was pacing back and forth in as he waited for the wedding to begin. He's always been a handsome man thanks to his genes but today it is shown on purpose, with him wishing to dress for the occasion. His hair is combed and coiffed to perfection, the light of the room showing just how vivid and brilliant his green eyes were.
Having opted to go with surface silk for this event in his life, Jamieson made it a point to show off his figure with his outfit since this was a spectacle for people to see, to remember so he was going to give them a damn fine show so they won't forget who the two of them were. The dark green coat was magnificent, the glittering embellished silver complimented by the cream trousers. They were doing wonders of his figure, his years of being in the force now being revealed to others.
The wedding march plays. Everyone in the room looks to the opening doors.
The flower girls come out, scattering real rose petals to the ground.
The ring bearer, Jamieson and Andrea's son Jeremy, follows after them. Careful to hold the velvet pillow that held the glimmering wedding rings that his parents would soon wear.
And, finally, the bride comes out.
No one, perhaps, could deny her beauty for this joyous occasion. She wears a bold and elegant dress, baring more skin than she ever has for some time and wears only splashes of colour here and there. Red for her belt, violet for her eyes and crimson for her lips that seem to be in a perpetual smile at this point. Her hair is pinned up by black and white jewellery, allowing her face to be seen better.
Her wedding gown is a creation of wonder and delight. Made from an unholy combination of whisper satin and parabola linen that are the colours of night that fades to the morning, greyish-black to dazzling white. Having used her connections with the Brass Embassy - for while she dislikes doing business with them, she does business with them still and has racked in some favours along the way - she no longer had her scars. It would only last for the duration of the wedding and the party but it is enough for her.
People used to comment how pretty she was in the past before the scars came along. Today people can see just how pretty she is underneath her struggles.
The Gentleman of Undisclosed Business, the man who would give her away at the altar since she asked him to do so and he of course agreed to this offer, kept one steady arm on her and one firm hand his cane, refusing to show weakness on the day where they would be so many people. He also intended for this to be the best for her. It was only fair after how much she helped him in the past and their relationship with each other.
The Gentleman gives a sombre nod as he passes her over to Jamieson, his careful words unable to hide the Spite accent that cuts through his observation and his warning. "She's a good gal. And one of us no matter those toffs there says these days."
Jamieson nods. "I know she is. I have for a long time. I don't intend to forget it anytime soon."
That satisfies the man who goes to take his seat at the front of the pews, a certain look in those grim eyes of his as the ceremony starts.
The ceremony itself is simple and sweet despite the grandeur that was the setting for this union. An exchange of vows, sincere and honest words of fidelity and seeing each other through the end of it all.
"No matter what happens we'll always have each other," Jamieson promises.
"Through life and death, joy and despair -- We will overcome them all now that we are together," Andrea vows.
The white gold rings that their proud little son are then offered up to them as was his solemn task of being the ring bearer. The friends and the colleagues all rose to their feet to give a thunderous applause as the two kiss when Loquacious Vicar announces them man and wife. The Vicar tries to shush them but he too has a smile on his face when watching the blushing couple stare devotedly into each other's eyes.
At long last. After everything they have been through to get to this point -- They were espoused now.
[ Meant to be a reaction/response post to the in-game event of Jamieson and Andrea getting married. If you'll like to play out an IC thread of it, please feel free to do so here in the community post! Choose anytime during the event - before the wedding, during the reception or after all of that - and mingle with other people. Anyone can come to the wedding be it invited or gatecrashing. ]