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gabriel l. corner ([info]coverstory) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2009-12-30 12:18:00


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Entry tags:adelaide jordan, amery wilkes, arcturus macmillan, bertram aubrey, bess fawcett, braith selwyn, cecilia hooke, chester scabior, christopher loftus, donovan rookwood, drystan fawcett, edward pennifold, erin kirke, euan abercrombie, gabriel corner, giada dorny, graeme dorny, grayson wilkes, greta catchlove, group, isobel macmillan, jonas ackerly, kingsley shacklebolt, kobe ackerly, mackenzie goldstein, magnolia mattias, prisca loftus, rafe kirke, rebecca abercrombie, sebastian goldstein, winnifred llewellyn

Corner/Englewood Wedding! For New Year's Eve!
Getting married was absolutely terrifying. No matter how smoothly Gabriel proceeded through the planning, the discussions, and the actual event, he was holding back getting sick the second he could catch a moment to himself. He knew he didn't love Rachel yet, which might be the reason why he was finding himself so nervous as they sat at the head table of their reception, but he did honestly---he did honestly believe that he could fall in love with this woman. She was fiery with a mind of her own, and though some people might be irritated by it, Gabriel actually appreciated the way she took control of things. He had always been a bit of a follower, and it was easy to agree with Rachel because her reasoning simply made sense.

The reception did look fantastic. Gabriel couldn't believe it was all put together within two short months, but then again he was learning that Rachel was a woman who set her goals and refused to leave them unfinished. Maybe he should look at that as a good thing; surely someone who did not want to get married would not have put so much effort into the ceremony? Or she simply wanted to throw the most beautiful wedding of them all, simply because she could. He didn't know, and didn't mind not finding out as long as they remained content with each other.

He did find her very interesting, however, and that was the first thing a Ravenclaw looked for in a spouse. Maybe all of his concerns were for naught, and it was simply wedding day jitters. His parents had been arranged in a similar manner, and they were still quite happily married (and sometimes nauseatingly sweet about it, too). Gabriel turned and smiled at Rachel, pushing his chair out and offering his hand, "Would you like to dance?"

A chorus of glasses clinging supported Gabriel, and he flushed slightly at all the attention that was on them, once again.


ooc: guest list! We did our best, but if we missed someone let us know!



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[info]showersformay
2010-01-01 12:19 am UTC (link)
Watching him scramble to his feet, she couldn’t help but laugh quietly to himself once he was far enough away. It was always a little bit funny, when guys didn’t know how to act around her. Then there were the guys who didn’t know who she really was, and that was even funnier. She couldn’t tell which one Ed was yet, but she was sure she’d find out soon enough. It was only a matter of time.

When he returned to the table, she gave him a broad smile. “Thank you.” She wasn’t too sure how he was on pet names, so she refrained from calling him ‘baby’ or ‘sweetheart’ like she would some of the other men who needed her…uh, services. This seemed like a pretty classy group, and Ed seemed to be a polite guy. She liked that. It was always nice to be treated like a human instead of some sort of sex object.

The question about dancing made her pause, tilt her head, and then smile. “I think my drink can wait.” She held out her hand so he could help her up, like a gentleman would (hey, who could blame her for taking advantage?), and followed him out onto the dance floor. Her hand went to his shoulder as the other remained within his own, her body close to his. They moved around to the song that was currently playing, something slow but not too slow. “Hey, you’re pretty good at this.” She said with a flash of those pearly whites. “Men who can dance are usually good at other, fairly more important things.” She smirked deviously. “It has something to do with being able to keep rhythm. Or…so I’m told.”

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