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It was the morning of. Ianto was doing a walk through before he settled to allow the crew to start the pre-shots and crowd shots. This was the biggest thing he had …er…never…well …helped…ah…. Done. He had driven Jack insane with his micromanaging and knew it, a little ashamed that he had been unable to trust the production crew and had sweated every little detail. Now that they were finally ready he felt an overwhelming sense of achievement as he looked at the field of dreams.
That is what Angel kept calling it with her hands clasped together. "My field of Dreams."
"If you build it, they will come" Ton nodded. Ianto was unable to stop chucking each time they did it, that movie clearly sticking with them. But my. It did look grand.
The roofed area was strewn with organza from the rafters, looking more like an Arabian tent with white and yellow cascades of colour, some shots of gold thread as well. The hay bales were fresh so some were more of a pale green than the yellow of a year old wait. The smell was divine. Seats were made from bales as well, planks placed over top then yellow and white gingham rugs to keep the theme alive. Sunflowers and daises were everywhere, the cascading white lobelia in the hanging baskets helping draw the eye to the centre of the rows, the alter.
Some of the old biddies had outdone themselves, not content to sit on hard seats they had been sewing and knitting a storm and there were now throw pillows scattered around the 'tent' as well in the shapes of sunflowers, daisies and to his delight some bees made the cut. Bees. Of course, they matched perfectly and he was tickled pink about that little inclusion.
The button holes had arrived and he walked confidently though the fantasy world to look, his breath catching as he peered into the large boxes full of little yellow and white flowers. Lilly of the valley, white daisies and a tiny little sunflower… he didn't know you could get small ones but there you are. Miniatures. The thing that had him grinning like a loon is the fact Ton was clearly behind the bee idea as he looked to see the pins for the button holes were all bumble bees.
Awwwwwwww.
The bridal bouquet was the one he really wanted to see, that and all the pretty posies for the others. Oh. Oh wow. Oh. He knew jazz hands were going as he squealed in a most unmanly way as he looked at the pretty bouquets full of colour, the yellow roses sprinkled in with sunflowers, daisies, lily of the valley, baby tears, lobelia, fern and loops of soft organza ribbon throughout the entire thing as well. The ribbon around the stems was soft yellow with some diamonds on it as well, the entire thing a masterpiece, as were the matching little bouquets and posies.
The baskets of rose petals were yellow and white petals too … the little baskets with ribbon on the handles and little sunflowers as well. On each one sat a little bee broach, ready to attach to the children as they accepted their baskets and Ianto felt his heart exploding all over the place as Ton thought of such detail.
Clearly his boy had learned from the Jedi master.
