The petals have fallen.
Even I'm surprised at what my crappy camera or nonexistent skills can do. It pays to have a such a striking subject. I post this without fear of offending anyone but what if the image I had was controversial, violent and maybe even disturbing (definitely NSFW but not in the pornographic sense), like a war photo? Would you publish it?
For the one who needs a harbour. Here comes the bride, all dressed in white.
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Ever since she agreed to walk the aisle, Gamma has been pacing the room, mumbling curses at the lack of of a plan B to Z. Uni calls out to him plainly, pursing lips and fighting amusement as his footsteps slow down to a disgruntled stop.
"You're going to wear a hole in the carpet."
"But princess--"
"It's a girl's most important day. The least you can do is smile."
Gamma attempts to slap on some semblance of cheer but ends up looking tortured.
"You didn't have to agree. I'll get Nosaru to cross-dress. They won't know the difference." But the moment the words leave him, his insides feel like a train wreck.
Uni's fingers curl round the bouquet of miniature roses and in a quiet room behind the altar, the sound of crinkling paper is loud in their ears. The conversation dies there.
***
The bells ring in the distance. There is a trace of a breeze and it's time. Gathering her dress in a hand, she rises, leaving Gamma's hand trapped in mid-flight.
"I'm sor--" He starts but never gets to finish.
"The corsage."
Gamma hands it to her wordlessly, knowing better than to offer any assistance. There is no anger between the lines but Uni wishes it didn't sound like defeat because this is her dream. A perfect wedding dress draped over flushed skin and glowing smile. A silhouette of silk and satin in shades of softest white. Her creation, under the House of Aurora Borealis (Northern Lights) and an embroidered lily over the heart.
Except it wasn't exactly her wedding dress.
"I don't understand the anxiety," Uni sighs out of frustration. The corsage refuses to fit. It wasn't made for her.
"It's not as if I'm really getti--"
The door bursts open in a blur of black on white and suddenly, it is starring contest. She takes in the genuine French cuffs, four button sleeves, her trademark lily and-- Kyoko-chan?
The groom's sister, Uni remembers, and the bride's best friend, whose flight had been delayed which explained her sudden new found role in the wedding. But before she can offer an explanation, everything starts to move. Uni learns then, that it is possible to run in heels. The man is in an obvious state of distress and Uni is kind but this is ridi-- There is a shout behind them, it sounds like Gamma tripping but the hand around her wrist is small and insistent, so come whatever. The silk whisper angrily at her ankles and the corsage lay forgotten in their wake but the wind is glorious in her hair and she can hear the wedding march.
***
Tsuna lets go of her wrist a moment too quick when they near the pulpit to go to their respective positions. Gokudera had tied his bowtie too tight and Tsuna is sure he is red in the face. His hand is clammy but he can still feel the beat of her pulse on his fingertips, pounding with the rhythm of the pipe organ (and his heart) as it strikes up again. The heavy cathederal doors swing open one more time and the collective hush is reverent. A surge of pride overwhelms him and Tsuna thinks he cannot possibly get any happier than this. There is everything he loves here.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join together Sasagawa Ryohei and Kurogawa Hana in holy matrimo--"
***
The ceremony is long over when he realises with a jolt that he never got to ask her name.
My stomach needs to stop rebelling. Winter pls come back, I miss you.