danielle r. rookwood (curador) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-11-21 19:36:00

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alexandrakis smith, graciela pennifold, lyssandra vance, santiago cervantes, seymour dingle

Friends and Family!
It felt so very good to be a married man.

Santiago grinned from his seat at the head table, trying to suppress his confusion at Seymour's banjo ballad. He had no idea why he thought it would be a good idea to tell his friend he'd have a moment of spotlight at the reception, but...at least it had its memories.

He wanted to feel bad that it wasn't a traditional wizarding wedding ceremony, but who was he kidding? Santiago was raised in the Catholic church, he'd never pictured his own to be anything different and---even though it had ruined a lot of their initial plans, he couldn't be happier with the day.

Mostly because of the beautiful bride he was currently gripping hands with.

He leaned over to Jolene and smiled widely, sure that he managed to show off all of his teeth. It was remarkable; Santiago never thought he'd love someone as much as he did Jolene, and she managed to sweep him off his feet in--if he wanted to be honest, that first day in St. Mungo's. When she was looking ill and sickly and still managed to make his heart jump and flip and tie his stomach into knots? Well. Deus, it was perfect.

"It was not that bad, yes?" he said, amused with the light and awkward applause Seymour had received.

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CHLOE!

dinglealltheway
2008-11-22 02:04 am UTC (link)

Seymour was an entertainer at heart, after all! And after the many years of teaching himself the banjo, it was rewarding to walk onto that stage and sing the very best ballad he could ever have written forty-eight hours prior to the event for one of his very dearest friends!

Even if he hadn't really known about the wedding until about a week and a half ago.

Trivialities, trivialities.

He had however, been feeling extremely thirsty and was on his way to find a punch bowl, or perhaps procure himself some firewhiskey (Seymour wanted to steer away from any dairy, in the event that someone fawned over his vocals so much and asked for an encore--which he would, naturally, delightedly give!). But, in all his years of carting around his banjo, Seymour had never really bothered to account for its size. He did, after all, play an instrument. And playing an instrument was a cause for admiration, was it not! After all, how many people could claim they they were completely proficient at banjo playing? Well, he could! Clearly, people could see that, when he was walking by with such a large thing draped across his shoulder; there was no need for him to take into consideration the girth or protruding ends of his delicate musical instrument!

But Seymour did occasionally feel bad when he jostled someone with it, and he felt even worse when there was a drink in the hand that he had jostled.

"Sorry, miss!"

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misschloe
2008-11-24 03:17 am UTC (link)

Chloe loved weddings! It was the perfect opportunity to mingle, socialize, drink, meet cute boys, etc. Although she still flirted with the mature older men that walked into her bar nightly, she still held out for that one special man she had briefly met before - the only one who had sang and played a banjo for her! It was so cute, even though he was a bit tipsy.

So imagine her delight when that same banjo player arrived to play at the very same wedding she was attending! Chloe wandered off after the show was over, and poured herself a drink, glancing around for the mysterious banjo player, Seymour. So busy looking back and forth, however...

That she did not bother looking ahead and as a result, her drink was bumped out of her hand by a clumsy someone. She opened her mouth to let out her indignation, but she gaped as she realized who it was.

"Hi!"

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