At the docks, then out to sea, Sunday
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vdistinctiveThe colors from the previous days were still holding, if maybe slightly more muted, Fandom's magic slowly fading but still managing to hang on for another day.
Seemed like a good omen as any for a wedding that Eliot still couldn't quite believe was happening.
Eliot's boat wasn't big enough for all their guests so they had "rented" (long story) a well-appointed yacht for the day. It was docked in the Port of Fandom, waiting for all the guests to board. Once the last person had crossed the gangplank, it sailed almost to the edge of the island, where blue water lapped with gray. Eliot's boat was already there, anchor down, Hardison in a tux, playing around with a sound system.
A few minutes to futz with mics and the speakers set up discreetly around the yacht came to life. "Testin'...Testin'..." Hardison murmured. Good. Everybody would be able to hear the ceremony on the second ship.
Looks like it was time to begin.
[TIME FOR A WEDDING! If you think you were invited, you were. Some OCD coming]
Seemed like a good omen as any for a wedding that Eliot still couldn't quite believe was happening.
Eliot's boat wasn't big enough for all their guests so they had "rented" (long story) a well-appointed yacht for the day. It was docked in the Port of Fandom, waiting for all the guests to board. Once the last person had crossed the gangplank, it sailed almost to the edge of the island, where blue water lapped with gray. Eliot's boat was already there, anchor down, Hardison in a tux, playing around with a sound system.
A few minutes to futz with mics and the speakers set up discreetly around the yacht came to life. "Testin'...Testin'..." Hardison murmured. Good. Everybody would be able to hear the ceremony on the second ship.
Looks like it was time to begin.
[TIME FOR A WEDDING! If you think you were invited, you were. Some OCD coming]
Re: The Processional
Date: 2019-06-30 06:26 pm (UTC)White to a wedding, pfft. She was wearing who she was, a thief, and marrying her guys! Of course she'd want to be comfortable! ... also she would've been giggle-snorting if she'd been wearing one of those silly wedding dresses. This was a Serious Day, c'mon.
And it was all she could do not to hug Eliot, kiss Hardison, or the other way around, because look! Everyone, look at them!
Re: The Processional
Date: 2019-06-30 06:30 pm (UTC)Re: The Processional
Date: 2019-06-30 06:33 pm (UTC)"Time! Exactly on time." She waved to the people in the crowd, then leaned into Hardison. "You look like a President. Way better than a President. Everything's ready, right?"
She waved to Pastor Carter too. She was just in that kind of mood.
Re: The Processional
Date: 2019-06-30 07:18 pm (UTC)He looked at Parker, all love and admiration on his face. "You are so beautiful," he said. "I 'member thinkin' that the first day I met you an' ain't nothin' changed 'bout that."
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Date: 2019-06-30 06:51 pm (UTC)Now he kind of wished he'd gotten to ride in on a horse, though.
"Anything would be perfect," he said instead. "So long as it's the three of us."
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Date: 2019-06-30 07:03 pm (UTC)Re: The Processional
Date: 2019-06-30 07:07 pm (UTC)"So, we were all kinda idiots. We figured it out." It felt like there was a balloon under her rib cage, all big and warm, lifting her up on her toes. "It seemed like a good plan at the time. And it worked! Here we are."