Fluff, Relationships, and Traditions
This entry is part 52 of 52 in the series 365 Challenge
So characters have habits, ways they interact with certain people and situations, things they do and like to do, stories and histories together. I've known a lot of my characters' for a long time but getting them all into fic is interesting, particularly for the ones I don't know that for.
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She was a bride today, so her name was Jennifer Haller, if for nothing else, for her daughter, Elisabeth Haller, who never, ever dealt with Shift. But a tiny bit of Shift, the one-time child warrior, still peeked out from under her veil as she looked about, scanning the crowd for a certain familiar face she hadn't seen since she was a teenager.
Kilter knew who she was looking for, but he said nothing and allowed her to delay saying their vows until...
There. Shift saw the cloud of black hair floating in the light breeze, the clear greyish eyes that saw so much-that watched.
She waited until after the ceremony to flow through the crowd like her name had once been. Watcher would not linger. It wasn't her way. She was already turning away when Shift caught her and threw herself into the arms of the only mother her childhood memory contained.
For a long moment, Watcher held her back in the warm embrace of family, then drew away and brushed back the auburn hair that kissed Shift's cheeks. She had chosen to look like her birth mother today and a little more like her daughter than her natural coloring allowed.
"You were always meant to marry."
Shift laughed harshly, but she disagreed. "We were always meant to love."
Watcher conceded with a nod. She leaned over and kissed Shift's hair, then hugged her again-briefly. "You were my only daughter, but now you have your own." Then with that look that commanded her to care for others now, Watcher was gone.
Shift lingered as the woman who raised her had not. Eventually, her husband drifted to her side and wrapped one arm around her waist.
"You okay?" he murmured in her ear, below the hearing of Elisabeth just feet away.
Shift answered softly, "No." But she turned and smiled and made her way back into her reception as though she were.
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And... wedding.
I don't have coherency beyond that.
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