I owe you one large fic (Get married +8,000)
My apologies that this is so late... but the middle of July just didn't work so well, for many reasons.
The requester is de (Fireflowersims) who asked for Rean and his partner recieving five wedding gifts.
1) A Food Processor - Aranel
There was a large crowd gathered around the table where the gifts had been placed, and Amadeus signaled for Rean to go first. Rean selected a box wrapped in what appeared to be old campaign flyers with a wry smile.
“You couldn’t find something a little less conspicuous to wrap this in, could you Aranel?” he asked dryly.
She shrugged. “You do not want to know how many of these we have floating around the house,” she replied “I had to use them for something.”
“Twenty down, a thousand more to go,” Bastian confirmed.
Rean tore into the box, only to frown in puzzlement when he discovered…
“A blender?”
Aranel shrugged. “Every newly married couple needs a blender,” she replied seriously, “Actually, I had a look around your kitchen and was surprised you didn’t have one.”
“We used to have one,” Amadeus put in, “But I have no idea what happened to it.”
Bastian gave Aranel a look and she grinned a little sheepishly. “I might know… which is why you need a new blender. Look, it has six speeds and everything.”
2)? - Bastian
Amadeus was up next, selecting a long, skinny package and peering at the card for a long moment. “Since I can’t read this in the least, I’m assuming it’s you, Bastian,” he said, after a long moment of squinting.
“I never have understood how you can have such precise drawings and such sloppy handwriting,” Aranel put in.
“Shush, you,” Bastian told her without skipping a beat, “This isn’t your wedding.”
“Thank goodness for that,” Aranel replied, “Even for you I would not do it again.”
Bastian might have been ready to provide a retort to that, but it was lost as Amadeus looked up from the wrappings of the present with an expression of mild shock.
“This is what I think it is, isn’t it?” Amadeus asked, a little bewildered.
“That depends entirely on what you’re thinking about,” Bastian said solemnly, “but yeah, probably.”
“Let me see,” Rean cut in, trying to peer over his husband’s shoulder, but unable to see the contents of the package. “Come on, someone tell me what it is.”
Aranel shrugged, “Can’t help you there, Bastian was laughing when he wrapped it and I didn’t even get to help.”
“Come on, just let me see…”
“No, it’s too embarrassing,” Amadeus replied, hurriedly shoving a bunch of tissue paper back in place.
“You know that only makes me want to see it more…”
“Of all things, you think this is an appropriate wedding gift?” Amadeus demanded of Bastian, incredulously. “You wanted me to unwrap this in front of everyone?”
“Okay, now I want to know what it is,” Aranel cut in.
“Sure, you complained on the very first day of college that there weren’t any at the dorms,” Bastian replied, shrugging, “I still don’t see the appeal, but hey.”
“That,” Amadeus replied stiffly, “Was sarcasm and you know it.”
Rean effectively derailed the conversation by deftly stealing the present from where it lay across his partner’s knees, and tearing up the tissue paper, despite Amadeus’ frantic efforts to stop him. Then, he started laughing.
“All right, you’ve seen it, now you can put it back,” Amadeus said. But Rean wasn’t finished yet. He reached into the box and pulled out a long, clear glass tube, twisted and bent. A little shake dislodged a clinging piece of tissue paper to reveal a neon flamingo lamp.
3)Entertainment - Achenar, Elirand, and Calanthe.
When everyone had stopped laughing at the expression on Amadeus’ face, Elirand stepped up. “You might as well open ours now,” he said, gesturing to a present which consisted of three boxes tied together.
“Let me guess,” Rean said, looking at Calanthe and Achenar as he spoke, “It’s from all three of you.”
“Well, if they’d each done it separately, we’d have ended up with three of the same item,” Amadeus pointed out, reaching for the boxes and giving them a few gentle, experimental shakes. “Actually, it sounds like we might have gotten three identical items anyway.”
“Well, not exactly identical,” Achenar put in with a smile at Calla.
Rean read the card. “Thank you for all the advice.”
“We all needed it,” Calla put in, with a sideways glance at both her twin brother and her husband. “Especially these two.”
“Hey!”
“She’s right,” Achenar explained to Amadeus, “Rean took quite a bit of time out of his busy schedule during our sophomore year to bash Elirand’s head against the brick wall of sanity after Calla and I got together.”
“I did help, you know,” Aranel put in from somewhere in the crowd.
“And it’s Rean’s fault that ‘Enar ever worked up the courage to say anything,” Calla added, nodding sagely. “Though it took Rean’s logic and Ara threatening to hit Elirand over the head with a textbook to sort the whole situation out.”
Amadeus pulled off the bow and tore the paper on the first package, which was the smallest, and his hands disappeared inside the box for a moment before he came out with a video-game controller in each hand. He was only puzzled for a second before Rean, who had started on the largest box, pulled out a black rectangular game system.
“We know both of you loved the one at college,” Achenar began.
“And as long as Aranel was snooping we had her confirm that the two of you didn’t have one already…” Calla cut in.
“Which seemed kind of strange to us,” Elirand concluded, “so we got you one that plays DVD’s too. The middle box is full of them - well, and some games, obviously.”
“Way to ruin the surprise, Elirand,” Calla said.
“It’s not like they hadn’t guessed already,” he replied.
“Just open the box up anyway,” Achenar advised the couple.
They did, and Amadeus lifted the first case out of the box and read. “The Bachelor Challenge, season two…”
“You did not,” Elirand interrupted, glancing between Calla and Achenar. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Calla just gave him a very sweet smile. “It’s not like mom doesn’t already have the director’s cut,” she informed him. Elirand just groaned.
“I am never going to live that down, am I?”
4) Someone always shows up with linens - Anariel (and Lydia)
Amadeus selected a bag with golden ribbons and looked at the tag, Rean reading over his shoulder. It was a matter of moments to draw a fluffy set of maroon towels out of the bag.
“I didn’t know what to get you,” Anariel confessed, shifting her weight from foot to foot, “I mean, you already have a house and everything, but I thought that if you didn’t like the color you could take them back. Lydia helped me pick them out.”
“I had to, or we’d still be in the department store,” Lydia added, coming up behind Ana and putting a hand on her shoulder. “You boys don’t know how terrible you are to shop for.”
“We’ll keep that in mind,” Rean said. “Thank you.”
Anariel shrugged. “I know it’s not as clever as everyone else’s gifts,” she said, “but I thought they were very nice towels, even though you probably already have some, and…”
“No, we love them!” Amadeus piped up quickly, “They’re even my favorite color. How did you guess?”
“That’s funny,” Aranel said to Bastian, “Last I checked, his favorite color was… oh. Right,” she amended, after being nudged in the ribs with his elbow.
“They look really nice and soft,” Rean added.
A smile formed on Anariel’s face. “You’re both too sweet.”
“Think of it this way,” Lydia told her seriously, “Someone always shows up with linens. It’s a wedding tradition.”
5) Memories - Idalese
Several packages, and a handful of cheese-graters later, there were only a couple of boxes left on the table. Then there was one, a very small package with no card.
After turning it over a couple of times, Rean shrugged and tore the paper off before popping open the lid on the box.
Then, he just sat and stared into it for a long, silent moment. Amadeus reached over and squeezed his hand, but Rean was still working hard to keep the smile on his face as he reached into the box and pulled out a picture frame.
Time had not faded the faces within the picture, or the colors of the bright summer flowers. Everyone was smiling, both the two adults and the three brown-haired, blue-eyed teenagers. It was easy to see that one of the two girls looked very much like her father, and the other more like her mother, but the boy in between them didn’t look much like either parent. The boy’s father had one hand on his shoulder.
Eventually, Rean collected himself enough to speak. “Thank you, Idalese,” he said quietly, looking up to meet the blue eyes of his younger sister in the crowd. Truth be told, he hadn’t been exactly certain that she would come.
She nodded. “They’re wrong, you know.”
“I know,” Rean replied, absently turning the frame over in his hands.
~ ~ ~
I swear I didn't mean this to end on a sad note, but... Well.
The requester is de (Fireflowersims) who asked for Rean and his partner recieving five wedding gifts.
1) A Food Processor - Aranel
There was a large crowd gathered around the table where the gifts had been placed, and Amadeus signaled for Rean to go first. Rean selected a box wrapped in what appeared to be old campaign flyers with a wry smile.
“You couldn’t find something a little less conspicuous to wrap this in, could you Aranel?” he asked dryly.
She shrugged. “You do not want to know how many of these we have floating around the house,” she replied “I had to use them for something.”
“Twenty down, a thousand more to go,” Bastian confirmed.
Rean tore into the box, only to frown in puzzlement when he discovered…
“A blender?”
Aranel shrugged. “Every newly married couple needs a blender,” she replied seriously, “Actually, I had a look around your kitchen and was surprised you didn’t have one.”
“We used to have one,” Amadeus put in, “But I have no idea what happened to it.”
Bastian gave Aranel a look and she grinned a little sheepishly. “I might know… which is why you need a new blender. Look, it has six speeds and everything.”
2)? - Bastian
Amadeus was up next, selecting a long, skinny package and peering at the card for a long moment. “Since I can’t read this in the least, I’m assuming it’s you, Bastian,” he said, after a long moment of squinting.
“I never have understood how you can have such precise drawings and such sloppy handwriting,” Aranel put in.
“Shush, you,” Bastian told her without skipping a beat, “This isn’t your wedding.”
“Thank goodness for that,” Aranel replied, “Even for you I would not do it again.”
Bastian might have been ready to provide a retort to that, but it was lost as Amadeus looked up from the wrappings of the present with an expression of mild shock.
“This is what I think it is, isn’t it?” Amadeus asked, a little bewildered.
“That depends entirely on what you’re thinking about,” Bastian said solemnly, “but yeah, probably.”
“Let me see,” Rean cut in, trying to peer over his husband’s shoulder, but unable to see the contents of the package. “Come on, someone tell me what it is.”
Aranel shrugged, “Can’t help you there, Bastian was laughing when he wrapped it and I didn’t even get to help.”
“Come on, just let me see…”
“No, it’s too embarrassing,” Amadeus replied, hurriedly shoving a bunch of tissue paper back in place.
“You know that only makes me want to see it more…”
“Of all things, you think this is an appropriate wedding gift?” Amadeus demanded of Bastian, incredulously. “You wanted me to unwrap this in front of everyone?”
“Okay, now I want to know what it is,” Aranel cut in.
“Sure, you complained on the very first day of college that there weren’t any at the dorms,” Bastian replied, shrugging, “I still don’t see the appeal, but hey.”
“That,” Amadeus replied stiffly, “Was sarcasm and you know it.”
Rean effectively derailed the conversation by deftly stealing the present from where it lay across his partner’s knees, and tearing up the tissue paper, despite Amadeus’ frantic efforts to stop him. Then, he started laughing.
“All right, you’ve seen it, now you can put it back,” Amadeus said. But Rean wasn’t finished yet. He reached into the box and pulled out a long, clear glass tube, twisted and bent. A little shake dislodged a clinging piece of tissue paper to reveal a neon flamingo lamp.
3)Entertainment - Achenar, Elirand, and Calanthe.
When everyone had stopped laughing at the expression on Amadeus’ face, Elirand stepped up. “You might as well open ours now,” he said, gesturing to a present which consisted of three boxes tied together.
“Let me guess,” Rean said, looking at Calanthe and Achenar as he spoke, “It’s from all three of you.”
“Well, if they’d each done it separately, we’d have ended up with three of the same item,” Amadeus pointed out, reaching for the boxes and giving them a few gentle, experimental shakes. “Actually, it sounds like we might have gotten three identical items anyway.”
“Well, not exactly identical,” Achenar put in with a smile at Calla.
Rean read the card. “Thank you for all the advice.”
“We all needed it,” Calla put in, with a sideways glance at both her twin brother and her husband. “Especially these two.”
“Hey!”
“She’s right,” Achenar explained to Amadeus, “Rean took quite a bit of time out of his busy schedule during our sophomore year to bash Elirand’s head against the brick wall of sanity after Calla and I got together.”
“I did help, you know,” Aranel put in from somewhere in the crowd.
“And it’s Rean’s fault that ‘Enar ever worked up the courage to say anything,” Calla added, nodding sagely. “Though it took Rean’s logic and Ara threatening to hit Elirand over the head with a textbook to sort the whole situation out.”
Amadeus pulled off the bow and tore the paper on the first package, which was the smallest, and his hands disappeared inside the box for a moment before he came out with a video-game controller in each hand. He was only puzzled for a second before Rean, who had started on the largest box, pulled out a black rectangular game system.
“We know both of you loved the one at college,” Achenar began.
“And as long as Aranel was snooping we had her confirm that the two of you didn’t have one already…” Calla cut in.
“Which seemed kind of strange to us,” Elirand concluded, “so we got you one that plays DVD’s too. The middle box is full of them - well, and some games, obviously.”
“Way to ruin the surprise, Elirand,” Calla said.
“It’s not like they hadn’t guessed already,” he replied.
“Just open the box up anyway,” Achenar advised the couple.
They did, and Amadeus lifted the first case out of the box and read. “The Bachelor Challenge, season two…”
“You did not,” Elirand interrupted, glancing between Calla and Achenar. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Calla just gave him a very sweet smile. “It’s not like mom doesn’t already have the director’s cut,” she informed him. Elirand just groaned.
“I am never going to live that down, am I?”
4) Someone always shows up with linens - Anariel (and Lydia)
Amadeus selected a bag with golden ribbons and looked at the tag, Rean reading over his shoulder. It was a matter of moments to draw a fluffy set of maroon towels out of the bag.
“I didn’t know what to get you,” Anariel confessed, shifting her weight from foot to foot, “I mean, you already have a house and everything, but I thought that if you didn’t like the color you could take them back. Lydia helped me pick them out.”
“I had to, or we’d still be in the department store,” Lydia added, coming up behind Ana and putting a hand on her shoulder. “You boys don’t know how terrible you are to shop for.”
“We’ll keep that in mind,” Rean said. “Thank you.”
Anariel shrugged. “I know it’s not as clever as everyone else’s gifts,” she said, “but I thought they were very nice towels, even though you probably already have some, and…”
“No, we love them!” Amadeus piped up quickly, “They’re even my favorite color. How did you guess?”
“That’s funny,” Aranel said to Bastian, “Last I checked, his favorite color was… oh. Right,” she amended, after being nudged in the ribs with his elbow.
“They look really nice and soft,” Rean added.
A smile formed on Anariel’s face. “You’re both too sweet.”
“Think of it this way,” Lydia told her seriously, “Someone always shows up with linens. It’s a wedding tradition.”
5) Memories - Idalese
Several packages, and a handful of cheese-graters later, there were only a couple of boxes left on the table. Then there was one, a very small package with no card.
After turning it over a couple of times, Rean shrugged and tore the paper off before popping open the lid on the box.
Then, he just sat and stared into it for a long, silent moment. Amadeus reached over and squeezed his hand, but Rean was still working hard to keep the smile on his face as he reached into the box and pulled out a picture frame.
Time had not faded the faces within the picture, or the colors of the bright summer flowers. Everyone was smiling, both the two adults and the three brown-haired, blue-eyed teenagers. It was easy to see that one of the two girls looked very much like her father, and the other more like her mother, but the boy in between them didn’t look much like either parent. The boy’s father had one hand on his shoulder.
Eventually, Rean collected himself enough to speak. “Thank you, Idalese,” he said quietly, looking up to meet the blue eyes of his younger sister in the crowd. Truth be told, he hadn’t been exactly certain that she would come.
She nodded. “They’re wrong, you know.”
“I know,” Rean replied, absently turning the frame over in his hands.
~ ~ ~
I swear I didn't mean this to end on a sad note, but... Well.