In hindsight, Berwald wasn't entirely sure how he ended up as the officiant at the ceremony. There had been some talk of him saying a few words at some point, and he'd thought, well, an informan speech couldn't be that bad. After all, one's sort-of-son only got married once (hopefully) and so on
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When Ivan first arrived at his door, Alfred was pleased to tell him he would be keeping the coat. He didn’t leave time for argument as he bid goodbye to his brother and nudged Ivan out of their apartment, shutting the door before linking their arms and dragging him down the stairs, asking him if he looked alright in his white button-down (the cross at his chest just visible). He was pleased by the answer of Ivan’s lips on his and the large fingers fixing up the buttons, muttering something about showing too much skin
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damnit, why am i the one to cry ;A;whiskey_sundaySeptember 10 2010, 03:20:24 UTC
Erin didnt know what to do when she woke up that day. She hadnt seen, actually hung out and seen Peter in person, personally... Since they were kids. So the gift was quite hard to pick out. She wanted to ask Conner advise on what to get them, but things still hadnt been resolved between the twins. She wanted them to be... She missed her stupid idiot brother. But never got the chance. Maybe today might be it?
She went with Rory and Lucy, her guest who looked very cute in her little dress. Despite being in Liberty for son long, she didnt know that many people, so fallowed her sister or Lucy wherever they went. At least the important part of it required her to sit and not do anything. But that made it still awkward that she was also kinda watching her brother. She did her best to keep her eyes on Peter. He hasnt changed much. Looked even more like a kid with that tall stupid red head behind him. Yet that vision of a child standing up there was swapped when the bridegroom came up and stood next to him. God, how much things changed. When
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On the very momentous occasion that was Peter's birthday and their wedding, Raivis lingered in a back room of Berwald Oxenstierna's home wondering how exactly it had come to this. Mister Galante-Kirkland dressed snuggly in a prim and proper red and white suit, fidgeting in the same manner a man's limbs might twitch post electrocution. He could hear Toris outside the door, patient and quiet; waiting for his cue, for Raivis to take his hand and emerge before the sunlight, the crowd, the world for an event he had spent months mentally preparing for and still- still- quaked at the thought of
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She went with Rory and Lucy, her guest who looked very cute in her little dress. Despite being in Liberty for son long, she didnt know that many people, so fallowed her sister or Lucy wherever they went. At least the important part of it required her to sit and not do anything. But that made it still awkward that she was also kinda watching her brother. She did her best to keep her eyes on Peter. He hasnt changed much. Looked even more like a kid with that tall stupid red head behind him. Yet that vision of a child standing up there was swapped when the bridegroom came up and stood next to him. God, how much things changed. When ( ... )
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