Lilith (potter_girl) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-04-02 14:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 04, character: walden macnair, dead character: bellatrix lestrange, dead character: lily luna lestrange, dead character: rabastan lestrange, dead character: voldemort |
The Wedding of Lilith and Rabastan Lestrange
Who: Lilith and Rabastan, Bellatrix, The Dark Lord, wedding guests (add your tags)
Where: Lestrange Manor, the gardens and beyond
When: 2 April, 2025
Rating/Warnings: N/A
Summary: A celebration of *cough*love*cough*
Lilith had been to lots of weddings. She'd even been in a wedding or two, but nothing had prepared her for this. It all felt completely surreal. She was going to be someone's wife... She'd spent the morning in her own rooms where nothing remained of her things except for her dress and the things she'd wear with it, with Prissy going mad fussing over her hair, her bath, her breakfast. Begging her to eat. Lacing her into the white satin corset. Lilith ordered the laces quite tight; there wasn't anything to squash just yet. Prissy protested with much tiny-head banging, but finally gave in. Then came the dress. It flowed over her shape easily, fastened snugly up the back, off the shoulder perfection.
She'd managed to eat a bite of toast, then hurried to brush her teeth once more with Prissy holding a towel over the dress to keep her clean, and then it was time. It was time? She made her way though the house toward the enchanted music, Prissy at her heels, stopping at the steps that led out to the garden. Rabastan had said all eyes should be on her today, and they were.
She was grateful for the lilies she'd chosen; they gave her something to do with her hands as she walked down the steps, along the path. She'd asked if they could have their ceremony done in her favourite garden spot, and Rabastan had agreed. The pathway was as familiar as the way to his room. She took a deep breath at the bottom of the stairs.
She was so nervous. Could she do this? Of course she could... She smiled, even though she didn't feel it, and found that once she managed it, her nerves eased just a little. She headed down the pathway toward him and the Dark Lord; they stood elegant in dark robes, watching her approach, with Bellatrix alongside in her lovely new robes.
"Master," she said softly, bowing deeply to Him. She remained for a moment, then turned to Bellatrix, embracing her on both cheeks before putting her hand into Rabastan's. She hoped he'd hold it tightly to hide the way it shook.
He did. Held it tightly as the Dark Lord spoke and they responded. Held it tightly as magic wound around them, bonding them together as husband and wife. Held it more gently as he slid a band of gold onto her finger, then held his hand out to her for the same. There were more words spoken but Lilith didn't register them, her thoughts were stuck on the ring she now wore, the child inside her, the man at her side. Her husband. Forever.
She reached to him as he leaned to kiss her, her hand cupping his cheek as their lips met. There was a smattering of applause and she smiled, suddenly anxiety-free. It was done, and she was his wife, and nobody in the world could change that.