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RachieRu · 06-21-2012, 09:01 PM

SPOILER!!: our wesley

Isobel's cheeks were going to hurt from all this smiling. Not that she couldn't not smile. It was her wedding day. She had to smile. Because she was happy, and needed to look happy right. Aww. Hand holding. She gave Wesley's hand a reassuring squeeze, having a feeling that he was probably feeling nervous. And aww. He was staring at her. And had a weird look on his face. Did she have a look like that? Were they supposed to look silly on their wedding day. Hopefully he wouldn't pull that face on the photos.

oh. And now the priest was speaking. Maybe she should've met the priest. Because well. He was pretty hilarous. Silly wedding planner. Couldn't get get a priest that could kind of speak. Isobel had to concentrate on Wesley a little, not that it was too hard, otherwise she probably would've ended up laughing her head off at how the priest spoke. Oh dear. She gave Wesley a little grin. Oh. They'd be taking about this later, seeing as they had something rather more important to do now. You know. Like get married.

06-21-2012, 09:01 PM	#66 (permalink)
RachieRu DoM & DMLE Thestral Join Date: Jul 2006 Location: The Wall Posts: 80,705 Hogwarts RPG Name: Narcissa Hensley Gryffindor Third Year x6 x4	Vanessa the Snot Girl l Rachels Rule \| rock,tumble,&roll ❆ adorable coffee bean SPOILER!!: our wesley Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Wes found his hands tingling a little with giddy anticipation as Izzy got closer and closer to the altar. It was like being back in Sydney during Christmastime, when he'd get to pick ONE present to open on Christmas Eve and the others had to be saved for Christmas Day. Heh. Izzy was the right present he'd picked, yup yup. Taking her hands as she approached, he resisted the urge to kiss her right there and instead settled for a simple, whispered, "Hi!" back. He only briefly took his eyes off his bride to glance at the priest, who was UUUGUHGGH some kind of ugly, and instead went back to staring happily, hopelessly at Iz. The priest cleared his throat and flashed his gappy smile at the assembled, waiting for the music to finish up before he began his usual little speech. He always liked to say a little something at the start of each ceremony, you know, to get the guests in the mood for a wedding. "Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooodaaay," he began, holding his wrinkly hands up over the heads of the bride and the groom. "Mawage, that bwessed awangment, that dweam WIFIN a dweam..." Wesley had started tuning the clergyman out as soon as the man opened his mouth, preferring to grin at Izzy instead of listening to the man's ridiculous accent. Even though they were in a Muggle hotel in front of hundreds of witnesses, he was tempted to pull out his wand and put the poor geezer out of his misery --- or at least, put everyone's eardrums out of their misery... Isobel's cheeks were going to hurt from all this smiling. Not that she couldn't not smile. It was her wedding day. She had to smile. Because she was happy, and needed to look happy right. Aww. Hand holding. She gave Wesley's hand a reassuring squeeze, having a feeling that he was probably feeling nervous. And aww. He was staring at her. And had a weird look on his face. Did she have a look like that? Were they supposed to look silly on their wedding day. Hopefully he wouldn't pull that face on the photos. oh. And now the priest was speaking. Maybe she should've met the priest. Because well. He was pretty hilarous. Silly wedding planner. Couldn't get get a priest that could kind of speak. Isobel had to concentrate on Wesley a little, not that it was too hard, otherwise she probably would've ended up laughing her head off at how the priest spoke. Oh dear. She gave Wesley a little grin. Oh. They'd be taking about this later, seeing as they had something rather more important to do now. You know. Like get married. __________________ It's the end of the show. Of the historemix. We switched up the flow. And we changed the prefix But we want to say. Before we drop the curtain. Nothing is for sure. Nothing is for certain