Theme: Wedding
Word count: 300
Summary: Miriallia looks over the pictures of the bride and groom, and sees what isn't said aloud.
Told in a Thousand Words
Miriallia wasn't a wedding photographer. Her reputation was built on realistic images of war settings, not fluffy snapshots of cakes, gold rings, white lace, and smitten couples.
But this time, it was her best friends getting married; so of course she wanted to do it.
The brown-haired girl sifted through the pictures, throwing the dark, blurry ones in a messy discard pile. She laughed out loud as her eyes fell on a cute shot of Kira and Cagalli, the blonde girl throwing her arms around her twin and causing the contents of his glass to fall delicately on her dress. Though wedding albums were supposed to be full of images of people posed before the camera, Miriallia still couldn't help herself from taking candid shots. It seemed, however, that Lacus agreed, judging by the approving half-smile that blossomed upon catching Miriallia at work.
Lacus looked gorgeous. As if the singer wasn't beautiful enough already, she looked absolutely stunning in her new dresses, and the pale blue fabric of one bounced and swished as she walked, bringing out the joy in her glowing eyes. In one picture of the bride and groom, Kira was placing a kiss delicately on Lacus's cheek, arms curled tenderly around her form.
"Perfect," she said.
And yet…something caught her eye, and Miriallia dragged the image towards herself slowly, furrowing her eyebrows. In the photograph, Kira had his arm wrapped around Lacus's waist, and the two of them were smiling at the camera, but something seemed off. Leaning to look closer, Miriallia noticed the quiet sadness in the bride's eyes, and the ancient tiredness in Kira's face. And she realized what she was doing wasn't all that different. Because even as people continued living, and loving--the war's mark remained, and it wasn't going to disappear easily.