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Ianto was nervously waiting for his bride. This had been a strange morning and he was feeling overwrought as he tried to convince himself that this was a good thing, nerves mean invested right? The need to puke means this matters. Right? Fuck.
He didn't like the suit, hated the lapel flower and really did not understand the horrible displays. Gods, he hoped her bouquet was not a horrible parody of these flowers in large pots around the stage. They looked plastic. Gods, he was not even sure of they were all from the same planet if they had simply emptied a nursery of all their shit, slamming it all tighter.
The colours did not work.
For some reason this was like a first strike and he was sour faced as he sat in the limo peering out at the mess.
"Orange, pink and purple. What the fuck!" he muttered as he glared. He knew he was likely the only one who would not have family there to cheer him on, no friends and not even a best man beside him right now.
What was the point?
He had lived his entire life faring for himself it seemed, nothing changed there. Not really. He had come so far from the child eating out of a dumpster while wondering where to sleep that night. He could do this. He could fake it until he makes it. Right?
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Owen didn't know who she would be, he just hoped she was not taller than him, not loud or obnoxious and please…please…. Let her be blonde!
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Rhys was bricking it, his mates roaring as they yanked him towards his limo, already late due to the lost socks. Seriously, who loses their fucking socks? Rhys was not nervous, he was excited. Hope the woman they pair him with is ready for some fun. If nothing else, he hopes for laughter this time.
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John preened as he looked in the full length mirror one more time, letting his hands run over his crisp uniform He knew the camera was loving it, the public would too. His medals shining as he posed, one hp out, hand on the ceremonial sword and the look of a hero.
Fake it until you make it.
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Jack was in a plain black suit, not wanting to wear his ceremonial clothes. One fake mask at a time, yeah? Besides. He knew John would and he did not want to clash with THAT mess. Jack then scolded himself for even thinking of his ex-lover today, deciding to put him out of his mind as he prepared to walk down that aisle and find the man of his dreams.
He really hopes they get this right.
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Owen was first, walking out to wave at his friends from med-school and the hospital whom he did not really like all that much. But to be serious … he didn't really like anyone these days. His first love, his childhood sweetheart had been dead three years but still felt like three days sometimes.
Katie had been his world and … this was something he knew he had to do if only to see if his heart worked at all.
He got to the alter and grinned at the priest then looked at the bride's side and felt something inside shift.
Asian? Japanese. Holly shit balls. What? He stared at the faces staring back, some with dark hair, some bleached blond, some in traditional robes others modern. Oh shit. He felt his smile crack as he realized he was not getting a big busty blonde, was he.
As the music started he was instructed to look at the priest and wait for the nod to turn.
He already felt disappointment stating and told himself to give it a go. He always went for busty blondes. He always got his heart crushed. Was he looking for a bitch all the time? Maybe… maybe this is the good idea then. Right? Go off the page altogether?
Nod.
He turned to see her walk towards him. Small. Petite, and her dark hair pined around a tiny tiara.
Shit.
She looked lovely.
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Rhys was laughing, shoving his mates as he stood there and he tried to get them to sit down, his mother growling at one that got close enough and slapping his arse hard as the others roared and finally settled.
The other side seemed … mute. Rhys looked at the woman who had her cheeks sucked in and he wondered if her daughter was as solid as her. Not that it mattered, not really. He was after personality but damn ... they do say, look at her mother and you will see your girl in as many years. Hs own Mam a big round but not so …. Sour.
Music.
Wait, giggle and adjust the tie.
Turn.
"Holy shit balls!" Rhys spluttered as she started to walk towards him, big tits, long hair and a sweet gap in her teeth.
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John preened, stood with a gallant bow to her side of the house then waiting patiently as he knew his arse looked soooo good to those looking at him as he winked at the priest who blinked furiously.
OK.
Music.
Turn.
Oh no. Oh no, no, no. John felt his smile freeze to his face as she made her way towards him. She was older … a lot older. He did like to think that he didn't care about age but seriously … she could have been his mother. The bouquet seemed to be moving and he focused on that then saw a small creature in the flowers. Shit. A Helio Monkey. Great. He hates those. He smiled as he held out his hand for her, "My darling. Look at you … perfect!"
Fake it until you can find an escape pod … right?
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Jack let his breath out and smoothed his hands down his trousers, nodding as the crowd softly gave him encouragement.
His suit felt like a coffin, closing in and suffocating him as the music started.
Nod.
Turn.
Jack watched the woman walking towards him and blinked slowly. Huh?