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The Wedding of Bill & Laura
CHARACTERS: The Roslins, Leia Organa, Bail Organa, and basically everyone ever.
LOCATION: Oxygen Gardens!
WARNINGS: To be updated, but general merriment? Marriage?
SUMMARY: Laura and Bill are finally getting married! Come celebrate, even if you don't know them. NO CYLONS ALLOWED.
NOTES: Cylons better actually arrive.
It was as beautiful a day in space as you could get, the day Laura and Bill deigned to get married. The Oxygen Gardens were decked out in chairs, flowers (blue, purple and white), and a beautiful arch for the two of them to get married under. It's a down-right Presidential affair. Or as close to it as you can get.
Before the ceremony itself, there's time to mingle, and afterwards, there will of course be food and dancing, supplied by the various people on the Tranquility.
Almost Everyone is invited, because, well, it's about frakkin' time we had a reason to celebrate on this ship.
LOCATION: Oxygen Gardens!
WARNINGS: To be updated, but general merriment? Marriage?
SUMMARY: Laura and Bill are finally getting married! Come celebrate, even if you don't know them. NO CYLONS ALLOWED.
NOTES: Cylons better actually arrive.
It was as beautiful a day in space as you could get, the day Laura and Bill deigned to get married. The Oxygen Gardens were decked out in chairs, flowers (blue, purple and white), and a beautiful arch for the two of them to get married under. It's a down-right Presidential affair. Or as close to it as you can get.
Before the ceremony itself, there's time to mingle, and afterwards, there will of course be food and dancing, supplied by the various people on the Tranquility.
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Dressed in his best — that's the clothes he arrived in, basically — he spends a good amount of time with a glass in one hand and his other hand plunged into the pocket of his trousers to keep him from fidgeting too much. He's people-watching and quietly contemplating his place in the universe (which happens to be lightyears and lightyears from where it used to be in more ways than one).
And, in fact, he probably wouldn't say anything to anyone if he hadn't just seen someone drop a drink moments before. "Hey, hey, watch your step," he says to one person in passing. The night will be full of helpful, handy hints like that.
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However, now with the ceremony completed and the food eaten, there are plenty of people dancing. And well, you could say that he's hiding. He watches, smiling wistfully at those sweeping across the dance floor. It reminds him of others, whose presence he misses dearly and who would goad him into dancing with them regardless to protests.
A perfect target one could say, to have the exact thing done to him now.
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"you are here as well! come! you must dance with me! Michel shall not mind as we are good friends, are not?" she's dressed as prettily as she can, hair curled with ribbons, in one of the beautiful dresses that Jehan and Reynaud had gifted her when she arrived. "and if you say no, I shall be sad and question if I am not pretty for you." Michel said she was beautiful. more than that: he made her feel beautiful. it was quite nice.
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"Dance? But-" He stops himself, glancing longingly to the dance floor. For once, he is dressed in his finest and free to do as he wishes. Opportunities like this are rare and few in between. A voice, sounding quite insistently like a dear friend causes him to smile quietly, imagining the rather vocal response to his attempted denial.
"I fear it has been too long and I will only step on your toes, but what fool am I to deny a request from a pretty girl?" The smile quirks up as he sketches a quick bow, holding out a hand in request. "Would you honor a friend with a dance anyways?"
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She fumbles into a curtsy, before taking his hand, letting him lead her to the floor. "What a fool am I to refuse a request from a dear friend that has called me pretty?" So, that's a yes. "Did you dance often, in Paris?"
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It's hesitant at first, remembering the steps in time to the music but the muscle memory is there filling in gaps he's forgotten. He can't say it's the most graceful he's ever been but so far, so good. "Rarely. Work usually left me far too busy to be allowed." His expression turns nostalgic, thinking fondly of the other Amis. "More time than not they would bring dancing to me."
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Combeferre: Open
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"Love is so beautiful," she managed, a brightness in her eyes left over from the ceremony. She'd cried. Don't tell anyone. "And the gardens." She paused for a moment, looking up at Michel. "Would we ever get married, my love?"
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Combeferre had had the advantage of spectacles to hide if his own eyes had gotten a bit bright there, less for the couple themselves and more for the fact that now he was able to understand, at least for himself, what that sort of a love is like. He's returning those kisses quite happily, and nodding as she asks. He'd thought it had been a what a question a few months ago was leaning towards, and the thought had been in his mind ever since.
"I do. If you would consent to that, someday, when the time feels right. I would marry you in any moment, Eponine. That is a certainty nothing can take away."
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Holding on to Michel's arm, Eponine pulled him close, moving generally in the direction of the dance floor. "If you ask, you must make it romantic. Romantic and grand- I should like it to be a story worth telling a thousand times over!" So yes, she'd obviously marry him in a heartbeat. But she wanted a kick-ass proposal. "Something you'd read about in a book with kings and queens. Not presidents." Presidents like the woman who'd gotten married today.
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"A story worth repeating for the ages." He agreed. "So much that everyone we tell it to never becomes tired of hearing it." He smiled extending a hand to lead her out onto that floor. "Yes, I believe that could be done." And he had time, all sorts of it, to make things perfect.
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"Such strange music," she mused. "But! If we were to have such a proposal, think of how perfect our marriage would be!"
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It WAS rather different at that. Combeferre had to agree there, but he was, admittedly, more involved in other thoughts just now than to dwell upon that. The thought of such a marriage was rather more amazing at the moment, and he couldn't help but smile, thinking of it.
"It would be amazing. Nothing short of that."
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If it helped, the last time Combeferre had danced had been at a party Courfeyrac had strongarmed him into attending, and he had spent the parts of it where he couldn't hide in 'conversation' by the punchbowl stomping on the toes of various great aunts, third cousins, and the like. Or...something along those lines. He had been terribly embarrassed by the whole thing,and stammered his way out at last to hide with some like minded others. And desperately jealous of Feuilly for the only time in their acquaintance because he had gotten out of it without a second thought from anyone.
"Hardly perfect." He assured her, laughing as he moved to spin her, and, somehow, narrowly avoided bumping into another couple. "Ah, proof."
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A statement which sets him both to blushing and to laughing in about the same breath. It doesn't help with his balance much, but Combeferre is grinning as he manages to maneuver them into a corner where he can kiss her a bit more properly. "Well, then. So long as the lady is satisfied."
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"it is one of many reasons that she speaks of marrying you."
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Combeferre said, and as strange as the language might at first have seemed coming from his mouth, so Romantic, he could not think that anything else could do for romantic moments of the other sort. He may stumble a little, with the intricacies of it, but he tried.
"And such a lady as all of that, to woo a philosopher who never imagined this was coming." He'd been too much attached to practicalities in Paris. Leaving them behind for the moments like this felt good.
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"A philosopher!" She gasped, spinning under his arms. "What a lucky lady she is! A philosopher, a doctor, a revolutionary. To think she never saw it coming, either!"
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"So many things." Comebeferre laughed, giving her an extra twirl. "I never considered those before. But I am glad to have them now. And more importantly..." He paused, leaning in to whisper. "Now a lover. I think that I like that one best of all."
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certainly helped.
"And the lady? Well, she is a lady to start with. That is a new and strange thing."
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"Then the philosopher must naturally see to it that she is reminded that she deserves to be treated in such a way. Every day."
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warning: here be sexual themes & acts
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