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demelza robins (demels) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-07-08 19:09:00

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WHO: Demelza Robins, Theodore Nott, family and friends.
WHEN: Now, today, okay.
WHERE: Midsummer House.
WHAT: Their marriage ~~of dh00m~~
RATING: E, probably.
STATUS: In progress.

Everything was beautiful. Everything was beautiful when it wasn’t supposed to be. It was supposed to be horrendous, ugly, everything awful but she really couldn’t say it was. While she hadn't really paid attention to the decorations because she had been to busy trying not to pass out, the location that had been chosen was gorgeous, small in size but charming. The river that was streaming nearby was almost soothing, but not enough to lighten the mood or cease the nerves that were rushing through her. Even though the ceremony was almost done, this marriage had just begun.

Her dress was beautiful as well, too beautiful for this occasion, but her mother had insisted that she would wear it. While the Ministry of Magic had insisted on wrecking her little girl’s dream of the perfect, white wedding, that didn’t mean she had to go and look like a slob; or so her mother had said. If it had been up to her, she wouldn’t even have gotten out of bed today. Her mother however told her to make the best of it, but Demelza could see it was hard for her too. Calliope had always wanted her baby to marry someone she was in love with, and this certainly was not the case here. Her hands had gone over the satin material often enough, either to admire it or to sort out the wrinkles, as she was absolutely in love with the trumpet gown, along with its beaded embroidery. It was a shame she only got to wear it once, and even more because she had to wear it when she didn’t want to.

When the wedding march had started to play, the first thing she thought was I’m going to be sick, and she would have ran out, taking bouquet and all with her, if it wasn’t for the fact her father held her arm with so much force that she couldn’t move. Demelza supposed it was for the best, because if she didn’t go through with it not only would the Ministry fine her for a large amount, if she turned on her heels she would have a fifty percent chance she’d fall over her own dress sleeve. Once the aisle ended and it was time for her father to let go of her, he hadn’t done so. It had taken her mother and Ginny—who was there to support her—for him to take a step back. Lovely, having your father embarrass you, but he’d always been protective of her so she couldn’t blame him.

For the most part, she had been too engaged in trying to shun herself from Theodore as far she could to actually pay attention; she was standing some distance away from him, as far as she was allowed, and urging her eyesight to stay clear from his, even though this was inevitable at certain times. Like now, when the priest had turned towards her and began talking and she had to take her eyes from the floor and look at her to be husband.

“Do you, Demelza Calliope Robins, take this man—” the words droned on but she zoned out once more. It wasn’t as though she had a choice, did she? It wasn’t like she could say no, throw the bouquet that was still in her hands and go on her honeymoon alone. The priest was looking at her expectantly, and it was with a deep breath that she goodbye to her freedom.

“I do.”

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ophidianrequiem
2008-07-10 11:14 am UTC (link)

This particular event was not how he had imagined it ever being – actually he hadn’t planned on anything like this ever. The whole ordeal was surreal, dreamlike but not in a pleasant way. Friends and family that attended were always judging, even when they favored the union they were making mental assessments. Theodore couldn’t even begin to imagine what they were thinking when the parties were so unwilling – not that it mattered one tick because it was happening regardless. Even the fine day that it was seemed far too treacherous for its own good; it should, by all accounts, be raining and miserable. It wasn’t despite best wishes for it to be – how annoying.

Theodore stood utterly motionless, staring passively, disconnectedly into Demelza’s eyes. She may not have been comfortable with confronting him directly at the moment but he found it to be a sufficient distraction from the bright weather and wedding attendants. The bride seemed to have her own means to keep from dashing off or being ill and had the situation not been so grave he might have found it just a little funny. Though even when she did make eye contact he watched her unflinchingly as though all of this really was nothing, meant absolutely nothing. Had it not been known to be a forced marriage, Theo’s attentiveness to the woman he stood across from could have come off as admiration but it was all for his own benefit, not hers.

Today was probably the first time he was ever thankful his mother wasn’t living as she undoubtedly would have died on the spot. While she had always been a pleasant woman and had friends that were not as pure as she, it would have been something entirely different to invite one into the family. There was no way of knowing how his father would have reacted – cursed them both seemed like a probability.

Soon enough this little nightmare would be over. There was nothing in the law that said anything about even having to wear the ring; which he most certainly wouldn’t do. At least he had already suffered through the question of taking her to be his wife and so on and so forth. He’d responded with a crafted steadiness and without hesitation as though he didn’t mind the sneaking plan of the Ministry. Honestly, hesitation only prolonged the inevitable and not for a long enough span of time to mean anything. That didn’t mean he didn’t feel ill the moment after; the logic just kept from him regretting it.

It was taking up Demelza’s hand to put a ring on her finger that should have been more unsettling than anything but after getting started in the ceremony there was no point in dwelling on it. Being in a state of near complete detachment was his only savior at the moment.

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