Wedding Day: (the dream is ended-this is the morning)

[the_seafarer]

The day is very fine. Something--or Someone--has kept the weather calm and clear, and the blue sky arches over the small congregation by the lakeshore like a cathedral ceiling. Caspian and Lucy had decided, when he asked for her hand, that they would marry outside, by the lake and the forest and with only the blue and gold and green of the air and the water and the trees about them.

There are simple white chairs for the wedding guests, adorned with blue ribbons and tiny pink wild roses, but little else is arranged out on the grass, and the only movement comes from the arriving guests. It seems the bride and groom prefer it that way.

And the odd thing is--it's September.

And yet the air smells sweetly of lilies.









[Millitimed to approximately 3pm this afternoon. There are two subthreads: for the arrival of guests and the ceremony itself. Slowtime is a certainty, all weekend long. Have fun!]

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Re: The Ceremony

[the_seafarer]

He reaches out to touch the curve of her cheek lightly before stooping to take up his own garland from Lavender. This one goes over Lucy's brow, bright on her brighter hair, white with the faintest blush of gold, and if they are not quite the same as those flowers which had grown so peacefully among the sweet waves of the Utter East, then they are at least very like them.

"You told me stories," softly, "of princesses asleep and mermaids left behind and of princes more interested in fighting dragons than in the lady they meant to save.

"In this story, the princess has ever been able to save herself, and the prince has no need to kiss her awake because they have both come this far with their eyes open. And I think I rather prefer it this way."

The sweet smell of the flowers slips around them, and he drops his other hand to holds hers, so that they're hands are clasped between them.

"And this story shan't end."

Re: The Ceremony

[treading_dawn]

"And so it is done!"

Aslan's voice rings fierce and true above the crowd, like the tolling of great bells.

"Love and joy go with you both. Now, go out to meet your friends and family as Lucy and Caspian Pevensie--husband and wife."

Re: The Ceremony

[called_lioness]

And she is well-pleased to do so, but before she'll step away, there's one last thing.

"Another England tradition," she murmurs as one of her hands goes to the back of his head and pulls him closer. "Now you kiss the bride."

It's soft and sweet and meant with every bit of her.

Re: The Ceremony

[the_seafarer]

And he does.

Pulling her against him, he bends his head to kiss her, and it is not their first kiss, nor in any way unlike any others--

Except that it is.

Because this kiss is as husband and wife. And it has never tasted so sweet.

Re: The Ceremony

[called_lioness]

She pulls away after a few seconds, and just looks at him before looking back at the guests, and the twins at their feet who look vaguely ill, and all Lucy can do is laugh for joy as she pulls her husband towards their friends.