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[itweresport]

Who: Mr. and Mrs. Wagner
What: More wedding crazy.
When: Not long after returning to the Barge and going, "OH CRAP."
Warnings: None yet.

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[theoriginalbamf]

Kurt stood staring into the mirror, directly at the ring dangling from the silver chain around his neck. Margali had always warned him about the dangers of love charms and similar magicks. Thank Gott, that he'd fallen victim to the marriage bug so close to the Admiral's announcement - they'd had no time to do something that both he and Abigail would have regretted.

Now that everyone had come to their senses, he knew he ought to find his "bride", she surely would be relieved, perhaps a bit embarrassed, but they were among the lucky. Many had had intimate liaisons under the influence, and his heart really did go out to them.

Kurt's door was open, as it usually was back at home, when he turned and fell face-first upon his bed -- considering a nap before facing life aboard the Barge again.

[itweresport]

Fortune was on Abigail's side, she decided upon seeing his open door. He'd obviously been awaiting her, and had made certain she would easily find him. She straightened and stopped at the threshold of his room and peered inside. It looked a mess, in her opinion, and she would have a lot of work to do to make it livable.

Did he have his own bathroom? She hadn't realized wardens had such amenities. Well, it certainly made her a lucky woman. She disliked the communal restroom. It would be nice to have privacy when using the toilet. This marriage had its advantages.

She shifted her basket from one hand to the other and knocked on the open door. "Mr. Wagner?"

[theoriginalbamf]

Kurt lifted his head at the knock and voice, "Abby?" He rolled over and sat up. Ach! She looked young and small and lost. Guilt nagged at his gut and he gestured to her. "Come in, bitte."

He slid to sit rather primly on the edge of his bed, "Are you...well?"

Oh, this was awkward.

[itweresport]

She smiled and stepped into the room. "Aye, I am well."

As she spoke, she glanced around again at the decor. She faltered when her gaze fell on the shrine to the Virgin. Well, that would simply have to go. If she'd known he was an idolater...well, she might have married him, anyway, given the circumstances.

She looked back to her husband and continued, "I have brought my possessions. I have very little. You can see for yourself." She held up the basket to emphasize her point. "Where may I put them?"