Who? Ernest Hemingway and Rhonda Jugson[-Hemingway!] What? A wedding to follow the funeral of the other day, maybe? X-D <3 When? How about Thursday morning? Where? The Hemingway House in Key West, Florida! ;-D <3 Why? Because Ernest absolutely needs to make an "honest woman" out of Rhonda before she's due to give birth? >___> Open? Well... maybe; ask Nicky or myself first, please~<3 Rating//Status: Well... high if they get to actually stay in the Hemingway House for their "wedding night"? X-D <3 Otherwise, should be middle-ish//Threaded/WIP!
Indeed, it was rather nice to get away form the island that she'd lived on for a good -- four or five months, she thought it was or had been at least....! She thought it would do her some good to get away from the whole "trapped" feeling, even if she was still technically stuck upon yet another island, without any way to pay for a ferry - short of her wand, of course, and she rather wanted to keep that; she was a witch, after all!
At any rate, she found herself enjoying herself immensely, even with her living with a man who she barely knew, and thus - well, of COURSE she was bloody well married to him....! It was the story of her life, after all; meet a bloke, fall for him for all the wrong reasons (daddy issues, for example!) and then... well... a quick wedding, and then utter Misery...! But there again, she was not miserable with Ernest, not at all! He at least, unlike Mister Iago Dulac, was funny, clever and generally loving - and he had a child already, who just adored her so much that she was called Mummy already... At least, that's what Rhonda chose to believe, given the alternative of him thinking that she really was the woman who gave birth to him! As if she'd really be that old at this stage!
But there again, wasn't she prime childbearing age, even before this abrupt skip up the timeline, so to speak....? She wondered at that, but then her brain turned to more current matters and, she smiled at her- husband apparent, as she caught sight of the signpost upon a tall gate that they had just passed in front of. "OI, sweet...! Hemingway Home?! For serious? I mean... you had a house here?!" She grinned up at him, and poked him lightly in the ribs, playful. "I mean, I thought you were a pauper of some sort! The things you learn about a man after you've married to him, eh wot?" She giggled a little bit at her own little joke.