Though today was a long-time coming, Nairn still found himself extremely anxious. Not because she might leave him at the altar (truth be told, he was the more likely of the two to leave the other at the altar), but because of the vows. Speaking wasn't his strong suit—but he'd wanted to read off his own vows. That wasn't going to happen; at least not at the small, private ceremony or the much larger party waiting afterwards. But he kept the written words in his pocket...
Just in case.
He was expecting Ruth as their flower girl; Megara had been determined the other elf would play the role asked of him. Instead, the dwarven mechanic came down the aisle with flowers first, which made Nairn pause and lean to whisper to his son, if he was aware of that change.
Haulean wasn't aware of such a change.
It never occurred to him that Megara might back out—he was more apt to assume Ruth had backed out instead.
But it'd seem that Ruth had acquired a promotion in the short time before the ceremony, and Nairn flashed the other man a wide, shit-eating grin. He'd have to ask for their friends reaction to that change later.
They'd settled—and he meant it as settled because he'd wanted Doomstar as a last name—on Neirdre. It was the least offensive name they'd come up with.
They lingered on the fringes of their party, and as she leaned into him, he let one hand wander across her hip. Fingers trailing across soft fabric,
As he straightened, he asked,
All too quickly Megara was asking which way they'd mingle first, and he groaned at her.
And dancing meant they'd avoid mingling...
@Megara Fern
Just in case.
He was expecting Ruth as their flower girl; Megara had been determined the other elf would play the role asked of him. Instead, the dwarven mechanic came down the aisle with flowers first, which made Nairn pause and lean to whisper to his son, if he was aware of that change.
Haulean wasn't aware of such a change.
It never occurred to him that Megara might back out—he was more apt to assume Ruth had backed out instead.
But it'd seem that Ruth had acquired a promotion in the short time before the ceremony, and Nairn flashed the other man a wide, shit-eating grin. He'd have to ask for their friends reaction to that change later.
~Sometime Later~
They'd settled—and he meant it as settled because he'd wanted Doomstar as a last name—on Neirdre. It was the least offensive name they'd come up with.
They lingered on the fringes of their party, and as she leaned into him, he let one hand wander across her hip. Fingers trailing across soft fabric,
That all the rooms for? Resting?He buried his face against the top of her head, inhaling her scent for a moment.
As he straightened, he asked,
How'd you convince Ruthie to walk you down the aisle?One hand reached to straighten his scarf, an anxious tic. But at least the scarf helped him feel less anxious overall.
All too quickly Megara was asking which way they'd mingle first, and he groaned at her.
Could stay right here?He knew that wasn't going to fly, though, and settled his hand into hers.
Mmm, guess we gotta dance first, so my wife can have a drink.
And dancing meant they'd avoid mingling...
@Megara Fern
08-01-2024, 01:47 PM
