(no subject)
It was now or never.
If someone had told Ianto Jones, two and a half years ago when he had first arrived on this twisted little island, that he would one day marry on it, he would have laughed. He would have thought it more than a bit mad; he still did, to be honest. But he knew he would be mad not to, not to seize the opportunity that an odd little life on this odd little island had given him. The pain and suffering of the past years made him, but did not trouble him now. The uncertainty of the future influenced him, but he did not fear it now. Not now. All that mattered was now and now Charlie Andrews was walking down the aisle.
The dress fit perfectly. With a hand one hand on Duck's arm and the other on Geoffrey's, Charlie made her way down the makeshift aisle. Two and a half years ago, she'd arrived on the island, sticky with her own blood and it was like somebody had handed her a golden ticket printed with the words 'SECOND CHANCE'. It hadn't always been easy, no Sir, between Hiro coming and going, and Donald, and all of the rest, but, through it all, there had been the people that she loved; Duck and Geoffrey, for certain, but Ianto Jones, too. Ianto had always been there when she needed him. Ianto had always loved her. She'd always loved him.
Though she concentrated on not tripping over the hem of her dress, Charlie's eyes never left Ianto's face. And Ianto's never wavered from Charlie's. Yes, the dress had been a bit of a daring move, but it had paid off. Charlie looked beautiful as always, and the dress only added to that. Jenny's dresses looked amazing on the bridesmaids as well, and with the assurance that Lloyd, despite being Maid of Honor, would wear a suit, Ianto's controlling streak had been satiated. For the first time, in a long time, Ianto felt confident that everything would go well.
Emmy and Sunny, after scattering flower petals before the bride's feet, took their seats with Lily, and Geoffrey and Duck, after each giving Charlie a kiss on the cheek stepped back to give bride and groom room. Charlie took hold of Ianto's hand, holding on so tight that she was sure that her knuckles had to be white. No veil, she looked up at him and smiled.
"Ready?" she whispered.
"More than," he whispered back.
Shepherd Book did his duty and did it well. It wasn't exactly a traditional ceremony, but it fit the island better than anything cut out of a prayer book. Charlie wept for most of it, a slow trickle of tears, and she never once let go of Ianto's hand, not until it was time for her to lean up and press a kiss to his mouth.
You may kiss the bride.
And there it was. Mr and Mrs Jones.
The party moved briskly to the Hub, a gaggle of smiling faces and lively chatter led by the happy couple, and a dog and a pig with bows on. The Hub had been done up with a few banner-like swaths of cloth and an array of brightly colored paper cranes and flowers. Nothing overdone, but definitely special. Donna was kind enough to work the bar in Ianto's stead, and the array of food provided by friends was sure to leave everyone's stomachs happy. The karaoke machine provided polite dance music in the background, but stood alluringly open in case anyone had any bright ideas or too much drink. The microphone was also useful for toasts.
Moving around and between the people that she loved best, still taking care of her dress, Charlie paused every so often and looked around until she found Ianto in the crowd again. She smiled to herself and took a sip of champagne.
Perhaps, just maybe, it didn't take a thousand cranes to get what you always wanted.
Not every time, anyway.
ooc: While Ianto had a bachelor party last night, the Bride chilled out at the Winchester. The party is timed to early evening at The Hub, with the ceremony having taken place this afternoon in the Hidden Hamlet. Gathering post, everybody welcome, ST/LT, the whole shebang.
If someone had told Ianto Jones, two and a half years ago when he had first arrived on this twisted little island, that he would one day marry on it, he would have laughed. He would have thought it more than a bit mad; he still did, to be honest. But he knew he would be mad not to, not to seize the opportunity that an odd little life on this odd little island had given him. The pain and suffering of the past years made him, but did not trouble him now. The uncertainty of the future influenced him, but he did not fear it now. Not now. All that mattered was now and now Charlie Andrews was walking down the aisle.
The dress fit perfectly. With a hand one hand on Duck's arm and the other on Geoffrey's, Charlie made her way down the makeshift aisle. Two and a half years ago, she'd arrived on the island, sticky with her own blood and it was like somebody had handed her a golden ticket printed with the words 'SECOND CHANCE'. It hadn't always been easy, no Sir, between Hiro coming and going, and Donald, and all of the rest, but, through it all, there had been the people that she loved; Duck and Geoffrey, for certain, but Ianto Jones, too. Ianto had always been there when she needed him. Ianto had always loved her. She'd always loved him.
Though she concentrated on not tripping over the hem of her dress, Charlie's eyes never left Ianto's face. And Ianto's never wavered from Charlie's. Yes, the dress had been a bit of a daring move, but it had paid off. Charlie looked beautiful as always, and the dress only added to that. Jenny's dresses looked amazing on the bridesmaids as well, and with the assurance that Lloyd, despite being Maid of Honor, would wear a suit, Ianto's controlling streak had been satiated. For the first time, in a long time, Ianto felt confident that everything would go well.
Emmy and Sunny, after scattering flower petals before the bride's feet, took their seats with Lily, and Geoffrey and Duck, after each giving Charlie a kiss on the cheek stepped back to give bride and groom room. Charlie took hold of Ianto's hand, holding on so tight that she was sure that her knuckles had to be white. No veil, she looked up at him and smiled.
"Ready?" she whispered.
"More than," he whispered back.
Shepherd Book did his duty and did it well. It wasn't exactly a traditional ceremony, but it fit the island better than anything cut out of a prayer book. Charlie wept for most of it, a slow trickle of tears, and she never once let go of Ianto's hand, not until it was time for her to lean up and press a kiss to his mouth.
You may kiss the bride.
And there it was. Mr and Mrs Jones.
The party moved briskly to the Hub, a gaggle of smiling faces and lively chatter led by the happy couple, and a dog and a pig with bows on. The Hub had been done up with a few banner-like swaths of cloth and an array of brightly colored paper cranes and flowers. Nothing overdone, but definitely special. Donna was kind enough to work the bar in Ianto's stead, and the array of food provided by friends was sure to leave everyone's stomachs happy. The karaoke machine provided polite dance music in the background, but stood alluringly open in case anyone had any bright ideas or too much drink. The microphone was also useful for toasts.
Moving around and between the people that she loved best, still taking care of her dress, Charlie paused every so often and looked around until she found Ianto in the crowd again. She smiled to herself and took a sip of champagne.
Perhaps, just maybe, it didn't take a thousand cranes to get what you always wanted.
Not every time, anyway.
ooc: While Ianto had a bachelor party last night, the Bride chilled out at the Winchester. The party is timed to early evening at The Hub, with the ceremony having taken place this afternoon in the Hidden Hamlet. Gathering post, everybody welcome, ST/LT, the whole shebang.