A/N-This is the introduction to a fic I've been working on. Is the rest of it worth posting? Let me know.
Oh yes, and the disclaimer: I own nothing, Richard O'Brien owns everything, etc.
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Her wedding couldn't have been more beautiful.
Everything was perfect. They had bought—not rented, bought—the entire Transylvanian Church for the occasion, and decorated and painted and revamped it until it outshone the moons.
No expense had been spared for her clothes, either. Her dress had been shipped all the way from Bisexual (a planet known for its exquisite silk.) It was blacker than night, save for a single ruby that glistened bloodily in the center. Her veil had belonged to her future husband's grandmother, and with its smooth black color and tiny diamonds looked more like the night sky then, well, the night sky.
The groom's clothing was just as fine, if not a bit outlandish. His corset was one of butter-soft black leather, decorated with gleaming metal studs. His fishnets were actually made of real fish nets, and cost more than the rest of his outfit combined. And he had to send a whole team of men to Earth to find the pearls for his necklace. But money was no object; the wedding had to be perfect.
When they walked down the aisle together, everyone gasped. Her skin, white as rice powder and just as perfectly delicate, complimented her scarlet lipstick and heavily blackened eyelids. And his eyes, caked in shocking blue powder and harshly framed by thick, drawn-on eyebrows, were superbly wacky. The guests nearly cried at their collective beauty.
As they said their vows, their solemn voices rang out like music in the vaulted ceilings of the church. And when the ceremony was finally over, they all danced the Time Warp in celebration like they had never danced it before.
Yes, her wedding couldn't have been more beautiful. It was also the worst day of her life.