I do not own The Village.
I do love it so much.
Speaking Further On Such Matters
Only For One Another
They are wed on the grass knoll on a lovely warm day.
The sun is bright and warm, yet not hot as on days they wish to simply hide away.
Lucius in his best clothes, Ivy a white dress made with her own two hands.
Wreaths about both their heads, signs of fertility, hope, bright futures for all.
The entire village is in attendance, as they always are.
She cannot see them, of course.
Only Lucius and her father may she see colors of in her perpetual darkness.
But she does hear and feel them all in the air around her.
They, the ones of the village, gather to celebrate their union and gather to feast.
They gather for one another always, this small, safe community.
The ceremony itself is very private.
Lucius.
Ivy.
And August Nicolson.
"We stand here, the three of us. For what I must say are for your ears, and your ears alone."
The older man's low gentle rumble reaches only them as he speaks.
"Your hearts have called to each other and no bond could ever be greater than the one you forge between you from this day forward."
Slow words.
"This is a community that freely shares all it has with each member, no one goes without."
Thoughtful.
"But there are some things you only share with your closest friends, some you only share with family."
And with the consideration of wisdom.
"And some you share only with one another."
And long life.
"And those are some of things you will speak to one another now."
With the slightest of nods, big, meaty, gentle hands clasped in front of him, the man with the whitening beard and touseled red hair steps several paces back.
To afford them their privacy.
Ivy Walker.
"I've been trying to think of what to say to you today, Lucius . . ."
And Lucius Hunt.
And he does, he does dance with her on their wedding night.
Not at the celebration, no.
Lucius, so shy and private, is quite unable to do that.
But he does, as they are finally and once and all . . .
"Your color is the strongest I've seen tonight."
. . . alone.
"No, I am still not telling you. It will be the only secret between us, I promise."
And he takes her in his arms.
"What are you doing?"
Begins to move his feet.
"I promised you I would dance with you on our wedding night. I would not break my first promise to my wife."
And softly hum.
"Oh Lucius."
He turns her, slowly.
Carefully.
And in general, . . .
"I find dancing with you most agreeable, Husband."
. . . sways and moves the with relative ease.
Until . . .
"But I do not wish to dance anymore now."
. . . her words stop him.
"Did I do something wrong?"
And Ivy Walker smiles, places a hand to his face she knows so well, even without sight.
"No, not at all."
A small, secret smile that fills him with an emotion he has previously set diligently to one side as it was not yet time.
"You are a very good dancer."
Until now.
They manage everything else very well also.
And find themselves . . .
"Lucius . . ."
"Ivy . . ."
. . . very agreeable.
There's plenty more to tell in their story, Ivy and Lucius.
Joys, sorrows, children, life.
And I may continue it another time.
But I think for now I am going to shut this story down.
If I decide to continue, I'll open it back up again.
Thank you for reading and thank for you for being out there, FangirlsAnonymous and DinahRay, you are very gracious.
Happy reading of whatever you like.
:)