Selene (dealing_death) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-02-13 14:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | logan, open, selene |
Who:Selene, Logan and their guests
When: February 13th 10pm
Where: the beach
Why:It's a wedding!
Status: In progress
Rating: PG
Under the full moon stands a large bonfire pit, circling the fire six round tables stand. In the center of each table sits a tall circular vase, filled with assorted branches and driftwood from the beach. Like stars tea light candles dangle from the branches making the table glow. Assorted sizes of pillar candles, ranging from white to a ‘wet sand’ color circle the vases adding extra light and setting the romantic mood. Overhead canopy’s of sheer organza sway with each soft breath of wind, letting the stars shine down upon the guests seated beneath them. Branching off of the dining area is circular dance floor, surrounded by torches of various heights for light. The white sand is aglow with the heated light cast from the hundreds of candles and the blazing fire in the center of it all.
Two crossed palm trees hover above an arch drenched in brightly colored tropical flowers, surrounded by more torches and from the branches of the trees more tea light candles hang. Given the small amount of people invited there is no seating, standing room only for the ceremony. For the ceremony and dinner an acoustic rock band will provide the music.
At the end of a small asile identified by the torches that lined the sand was an enclosed tent where a very nervous bride awaited. She stood staring with big eyes at her reflection in the mirror. The dress was everything Selene was not. Or that she had tried so long not to be. Sitting behind her, a wreath of flowers dangled around her neck, Gypsy sat looking quite enamored with the lady in white. Never in her long life had Selene been so frigtened. She knew as soon as the soft music began to play it would be time to leave the tent and face her fears. Her dreams had come true. That terrified her.