Who: Trystan and Emilie (NPCed by the awesome Tony) When: 21 March, late afternoon Where: Their home in What: Wedding planning is hard
Going to the chapel and we're Gonna get maaaaaried. Going to the chapel of love.
Surveying everything Emilie had gathered for their wedding planning, Trystan felt a bit sick to his stomach. There was so much. So much to do. They were getting married in a month, and there was still so much to do. Food and flowers and invitations and music for the reception and making sure the dress was finished and the bridesmaids and groomsmen and suits for his nephews and--
It was enough to make him want to call the whole thing off and just go with Emilie to the Ministry to elope. They didn’t need a ceremony. Why did they need a ceremony? They were living together already. Everyone knew they were living together. They didn’t need to make a big thing of actually getting married.
“...Let’s just run away together,” he said, giving Emilie a weak smile.
Emile sighed, looking up from the papers her desk was already covered with and giving Trystan a smirk.
“We can’t do that, and you know it,” she chided, flipping through her notes. She’d amassed quite the collection, in all this time, and it only seemed like there was more yet to do. It seemed, in fact, that every time they finished one thing, three more popped up on her agenda. They’d likely be doing wedding preparations through their tenth anniversary, at this rate.
Still, they owed it to their friends and family to at least have a small ceremony. It was tradition.
“I think we’ll go with the calla lillies, after all,” she said, after a moment. “They’re... classier.”
“We could just go to the Ministry, sign our papers, and go straight to our honeymoon,” Trystan suggested. “Our parents could all come and witness, and then we can just send the boys off with Mum and Dad and leave from there.” That was so much simpler than an entire ceremony. And less expensive.
“Trystan...” She replied, narrowing her eyes. “We’ve been over this. Our families are expecting a ceremony, something happy to break up all this doom and gloom of late that your brother keeps stirring up.”
Trystan sighed, lowering his chin to rest on Emilie’s shoulder, nuzzling into her cheek. “I know,” he murmured. “I just... It’s so much, Em. And I know our parents are helping with the cost, but it’s still so expensive.”
“We’ll manage,” she whispered, turning her head to kiss his cheek. “And then, on our honeymoon, we can relax. We won’t have to leave the bedroom for anything...”
Oh, that sounded nice. Trystan closed his eyes and leaned into Emilie a little more. “We won’t get dressed the entire time,” he murmured, turning his head enough to kiss her on the lips. “Just dressing gowns for when we get room service.”
“And that’s only if we even get out of bed for that. We could just stay under the covers, holding each other...” She sighed, reaching up to ruffle his hair. “But first, we need to finish this planning. So. Calla lillies, and we’ll go with the swan centerpieces for the reception.”
Trystan groaned quietly when the conversation turned back to planning, leaning into Emilie for a moment longer before sitting up again. “What do you want me to do, Em?”
“At the moment, a shoulder rub would be nice,” Emilie said as she picked up to swatches of tablecloth and held them up. “Which do you think? Beige or cream?”
Trystan pushed himself out of his chair to stand behind Emilie, obediently starting a slow shoulder rub, the way he knew she liked it. “Um. ...Cream?” It sounded nicer, at least. They looked almost exactly the same, but beige just sounded... dirtier.
“Cream it is,” she said, turning her head to kiss his knuckles gently. “And that’s good. Keep doing that.”
“I will,” he promised, kissing the top of her head and applying a little more gentle pressure with his thumbs, working out a particularly stubborn knot. She got herself so worked up sometimes. Planning their wedding certainly wasn’t helping matters any.
“Good...” she sighed, leaning into the touch a bit. It was a wonder she let Trystan do anything but give her these massages. “Now, then, we still need a band for the reception, and have we decided yet if we’re going with that caterer your cousin knew?”
“We ought to see how low we can get her for and do a little comparison,” Trystan suggested. Rubbing Emilie’s shoulders was starting to relax him as well. Touching her always did. “I think we could probably get a deal on her services, since we’re family of a friend. I’ll send her an owl tomorrow and see.”
“Good idea,” Emilie said, nodding. “My dress should be done Friday, I can pick it up after work and put it in the closet --no peeking, you. It’s bad luck.”
“I’ve never understood that one,” Trystan said, shaking his head and sliding his hands down her back a little. “I’ve already seen you naked. How can it be bad luck to see your dress?”
“Mmm. I don’t know, Trystan, I don’t make the rules...” Emilie mumbled, humming contentedly at his touch. “But just think how beautiful I’ll look coming down the aisle, and how cute you’ll look when you’re surprised.” She smirked, looking over her shoulder coyly. “You’re always so cute when you don’t know what’s going on...”
Trystan snorted a little, leaning in to give her a warm kiss. “You’re beautiful all the time,” he told her quietly. “And I don’t know what’s going on a lot of the time. So I imagine that means I’m cute a lot as well.”
“Oh, you are,” Emilie assured him softly, mumbling against his lips. “Downright adorable, I’d say.”
Trystan hummed thoughtfully, just kissing her for a moment before drawing back to nuzzle their noses together. “And dead sexy, right?”
“Definitely,” Emilie whispered, turning to face him better and kiss him again. “Very distracting, too...”
Chuckling, Trystan nodded and curled his fingers into her hair as he kissed her. “I pride myself on my distraction tactics,” he murmured, giving her bottom lip a playful little nip.
“It’s definitely something to be proud of,” Emilie mumbled, moving her hands to his shoulders and leaning close to him. “I suppose planning can wait a little longer, if you’d like?”
“We do have the house to ourselves,” Trystan reminded her, stealing another quick kiss. “Mum and Dad aren’t bringing the boys home until tomorrow after lunch.”
“Well then,” Emilie laughed, tugging him closer. “I suppose we ought to make the best of what time we have, then...”