what is love? [OPEN/CLOSED]

[circumitus]

Who: Rey and Maketh Tua + Nick Valentine and OPEN prompts to anyone who wants in on that small town wedding business.
What: An actual firefighter wedding turns into more of a shotgun wedding and not quite like how those movies usually end.
Where: The Park + Church.
When: The last day of Stepford Summer.

[ooc: Prompts will be in individual comments below. Some details of the plot are here and here, but feel free to contact me if you have any questions!

[Otherwise, feel free to assume that your character has received a wedding invitation and they're there... or square.]

Comments

[mismanagement]

Except for Rey's hand in hers, the whole thing almost feels anticlimactic. It comes down to paperwork, of all things, and Maketh fights back laughter. Paperwork. Of course.

"We will wait," she agrees softly, covering her smile with her free hand.

[tongueamok]

They insist they'll wait; they end up doing that for at least another several seconds as Carlisle inwardly hems and haws over what to do. It really isn't proper wedding protocol for two people to break into the church in the dead of the night -- one of whom was supposed to be married to someone completely different that day -- and demand he write a marriage license right there and then.

And yet, here they are, Rey and Maketh standing hand-in-hand, awaiting the aforementioned license. Carlisle clears his throat, as though that might make them reconsider somehow, and when it clearly doesn't, he eases uncomfortably into his chair and draws his pen, flipping to an empty page.

"Right. Guess I'll, ah. Get started."

And so he does. It's going to take him a while, given it's a rather lengthy document, but when all is said and done, they'll be wed, no matter what anyone else may think.

"Are 'Rey" and 'Maketh Tua' your legal names?" he asks as he gets to the blanks he's drawn. He continues scrawling hastily, not realizing that he's written goddess and Clarity rather than the name of the deity the gods have created for this illusionary world.

[circumitus]

To some degree, it seems fitting for things to end this way. There's no dramatic ceremony, no flowers or prettied speeches. It isn't even the way Rey imagined her wedding would be...

Not that Rey thought she'd ever get married. Strange, that, all things considered. It was a feeling she had been warring with all week, but now it seems right. Coming together.

She squeezes Maketh's hand as Carlisle gets to work, and decides to leave the priest without any unnecessary distractions. She takes a seat, and gestures for Maketh to do the same. A small smile creases her face as she thinks about how funny this all is, she almost doesn't hear Carlisle's question.

"Oh, um. Yes. Just 'Rey'."

More strangeness. Her mother and father had last names, didn't they? Shouldn't it be Valentine? Or Stransky?

Never mind.