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¤ α н r ¤ ([info]starcrossed) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2008-07-25 22:06:00


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Entry tags:alecto carrow, anneliese jugson, caradoc dearborn, christopher loftus, deidra mckinnon, emmeline vance, juliana travers, juliet nott, mackenzie goldstein, rhys nott, sebastian goldstein, vivica sloan, william jugson

Everyone!
Anneliese Jugson.

Even after she had time to officially get use to her new name, it still made her skin tingle. Anneliese Jugson, Anneliese Jugson--- she was finally married now. There was nothing else in the world that she could possibly focus on, or even think about, beside that this was her perfect wedding and she was now, officially, married to the most wonderful man in the world. Nothing could possibly even begin to bother her, because everything was perfect. Everything from the cake all the way down to their little green favors-- she wouldn't have changed one thing. Their guests were allowed to bring home everything, placeholders, centerpieces-- anything. Of course, that was to happen after she had stated it was alright to do so, and had one of her own to keep, but even then if they went home with nothing it wouldn't bother her that much.

Anneliese sighed happily as she sat, almost in a daze. Her dress still fit beautifully, and now she finally understood why brides were so adamant about no one else wearing white to a wedding; she felt nearly divine at this point.

Oh, she really did love weddings.

No, she really did love her wedding.

And Will, she loved him too.

Blinking herself out of her own haze, Anneliese slowly turned her head to face Will. "I love you," she cooed lowly, fingers reaching to lace with his. She really, honestly did. Anyone that could put up with her hysterical self like he did just days before the wedding most definitely deserved that, at the very least. Anneliese leaned forward to gently press her lips onto his for a few seconds before pulling back to smile.


[OOC] Just so everyone can start a bit earlier! Still meant to occur Saturday night :]


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[info]starcrossed
2008-07-26 06:48 am UTC (link)
She let out a breath of air, smile still alive on her face. Anneliese's hand reached up to the back of his head to rest her fingers in his hair. Now, she hardly was even thinking about the baby, or telling their family about him or--- even their guests, for that matter. She no longer cared if they were having a good time, because she was certainly feeling good enough for almost everyone if they weren't.

Which obviously wasn't happening, because everyone should be having a good time at their wedding; there was defintiely enough people there for someone else to at least know two other people.

"Hmm yes, I think so," she giggled, only stopping to kiss him again. Eventually, Anneliese relaced her fingers with his, honestly unable to completely sit perfectly still.

"Think of all the wasted cake."

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[info]willss
2008-07-26 04:09 pm UTC (link)
"There is never wasted cake when I'm around," Will said smoothly, eyebrows rising in an arrogant manner. Arrogant about his vast eating skills, oh, yes. It was definitely the way to survive when you were the youngest of six siblings, and the shortest until the age of thirteen or so.

Will pushed back into his chair to look out at the crowd, and actually glad to see that people at least looked to be having a good time. Not sure why he cared, of course, but as it was an important day of his life, he was enjoying the fact that it wasn't completely ruined by some idiot causing a scene. Because then not-such-nice-things would have to happen.

But that didn't seem to be the case. Will dropped his head to his shoulder to examine Anneliese, and was incredibly amused with how his lips could not stop themselves from turning up into a smile. She was gorgeous. They'd had a long and tiresome road, but--they were finally here. Will had never had anything good for so long, so--he now understood why people said marriage was the start of the rest of your life. Nothing else compared to this.

"Do you want to dance?" His face broke out into an exaggeratedly shocked expression at his own words, "Oh man, did I just say that?"

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