The mask of Blackjack made its way into the memorabilia room, along with the amulet he wore. It was the last of Voros' still-functioning ones, as it wasn't a fake. While it had their seal live on the front, however, on the back was that of the Phantomhive carved into the metal clumsily with a piece of scrap. It was the original. Upon feeling relief with the action, Alois got the idea to make more of them. The rest of the pieces made their way into H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. hands to study along with Voro's severed and slightly burnt and torn arm and leg.
That was weeks ago, however. Christmas had come and gone, leaving the Phantomhive family a few toys richer. FUNTOM still managed to do well this season, even while their CEO was out and about. Now that it was January, a new development arose.
"Nervous?" asked the bluenette, looking over to his beau. The pair weren't in their usual cheap suits, and were uncomfortably placed in pricier ones. The menace laughed at the accusation.
"Well, I've never been to a wedding before." Alois admitted, taking the watchdog's hand. "It's kind of exciting."
"It most likely won't be the last one you'll go to." Stated Ciel. "Honestly, they get kind of boring after a while…"
"But have you ever been to a supernatural wedding before?"
"No I haven't, so this is definitely a first." Taking the blonde's hand, the watchdog began walking. "Come on. Let's go find our seats."
The pair of demons walked into the church that day with the rest of their little family. Sebastian wore a different suit than usual, Luka wore a little one of his own, and Revy simply wore his Warwick uniform. When they all walked into the building, there were fortunately enough seats for them to all sit together. It was a small ceremony, but it was still one, nonetheless.
Ciel sat on the farthest end of the group in the middle of the row, next to Elizabeth, Integra, and Seras, who also at attendance this late in the evening. There were other H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. operatives there as well, all in their best uniforms, especially Bravo team, who failed to be quiet and behaved. Dafydd, Miranda, Audrey, Kristopherson and Daniel were there, talking as they waited for the ceremony to start, just like everyone else. That said, the faux-blonde was a bit miffed that he didn't get to design a dress for the ceremony.
Both brides opted to not wear a dress. Instead, they wore ceremonial H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. uniforms, which were black with red trim, a white belt around their middles and a white sash draped across their chests. Each woman had a chord around their left arms. The vampire's was red while the lycanthropes was blue. Neither woman stood at the altar at the start, leaving the nun who would be performing the ceremony on her own until the event began.
Baldassare leaned against the organ, dosing off from being up so early. He was finally awakened when he was struck in the head by a flying rosary that was thrown at him by an annoyed nun. Immediately, he snapped to attention, grumbling as he opened the case that covered the keys. With once last glance at Sister Dorothy and a nod from the woman, he began to play.
With that, the brides walked down the aisle together. Charlotte was sure to take small steps so that Amelie could keep up even with her smaller frame. The lycanthrope's face was a lot more animated than usual, deviating from her usual bored looking expression in order to try and contain just how nervous she was. Her face was completely red, and just thinking about that fact alone made her anxiety grow. All eyes were on her and the woman next to her. It was almost unbearable for the poor wolf girl. Charlotte squeezed her hand a little tighter for reassurance, and it was helpful. Still, he wanted to simply run up there and get things over with.
Finally, they were up to the altar, and they paused. The room went completely silent as everyone waited patiently for the pair to exchange their vows. Charlotte was practically beaming while Amelie was the only one nervous. Somehow, the duo had always expected it to be the other way around. Either way, it didn't matter now.
"Welcome." The nun standing up at the front with them greeted. "We are gathered here today to for the joining in bond of matrimony Amelie and Charlotte. The contract of marriage is one not to be entered into lightly, but thoughtfully and with a deep realization of the obligations and responsibilities it entails. Please remember that love, loyalty, and understanding are the foundation of a happy home. No tie is more important or tender."
At this point, it was plain to see that Charlotte was trying her hardest to keep a straight face, but fortunately for her, she wasn't the only one in the room. Brasher was off in the corner crying while being coolly consoled by Captain Harland, after all. After a pause, Sister Dorothy continued, facing the other vampire.
"Do you, Charlotte, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" questioned the nun.
"I do." Answered the freckled soldier.
"And do you promise to keep her, love and comfort, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse and to be faithful until death do you part?"
"I do." Charlotte answered again, prompting the other vampire to turn to her spouse.
"And do you, Amelie, take Charlotte to be your lawfully wedded wife?" inquired the nun. Poor Amelie tried as she might to form the words, but they simply wouldn't come out.
"Ouais!" she barked, blushing all the way down to her neck as she realised what she had done. The werewolf almost wanted to cry as the audience giggled at her outburst, only to look up at her lover to receive an adoring smile. With that, her back straightened, and the nun continued on.
"Do you have rings?" the older vampire asked.
"Yes." Charlotte stated, producing them from her pocket. Amelie took one of them, while Charlotte took the wolf-girl's hand and gently slid the wedding band on her spouse's ring finger.
"Amelie," she began. "I give you this ring, in token of my commitment and love." It was then Amelie's turn. Taking in a deep breath, she took the vampire's slender hand.
"Charlotte, I do the same for you." She said, not wanting to echo the other woman completely. "There's so much I want to say right now, but I can't find the words." It was then Charlotte's turn to blush, having witnessed the expression on the lycanthrope's face and heard the sincerity in her voice. To this, the nun at the altar continued.
"It is now with great pleasure that I pronounce you spouses for life." She concluded, closing her book. "You may now seal your vows with a kiss."
The pair didn't need to be told more than once. Amelie tilted her head up, standing on the tips of her toes, but she still couldn't reach her much taller spouse on her own. She had to be met half way, as usual. The vampire happily obliged, bending at the waist in order to reach Amelie's lips. The moment that they made contact, the church lit up. Roaring erupted from the audience as they cheered, and when the pair parted, they were finally "Missus and Missus Garou".
After that, there was no real protocol dictated over what should happen, so when the two women stepped down from the altar, everyone started getting up and walking over to them in order to give their congratulations. Team Bravo were the first ones to reach the pair, with Brasher still crying, only worse than before. Following them were the supernatural agents of H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G; and then the Phantomhives. Luka was particularly excited to talk to them, and could hardly sit still throughout the entire ceremony. That said, the duo stayed behind them a tad, waiting for a path to clear before they gave their words of praise.
"So how was that? The first wedding you've ever been to?" inquired the bluenette, arching an eyebrow. "Was it too boring?"
"Not at all!" answered Alois with a giggle. "It was really nice. I'm really happy for them!"
"You say that now, but after a while, they might become tedious..." mumbled the Phantomhive.
"Don't be such a sourpuss, Poochini." Instructed the menace, looking at the lad with a faux-stern expression. "Weddings should be happy. If they're boring or awful, then why have them or go to them in the first pla—"
Alois' thoughts were cut short when he sensed something peculiar heading his way. He completely dropped what he was doing in order to address the threat, putting his arms out in front of him. Instinctively, they caught the object, causing him to become even more baffled.
"A bouquet?" the menace said aloud, looking up in the direction it came from. He saw the wolf-girl looking at him with a proud air about her while the other guests simply giggled, chuckled, and released a series of "oohs" at him while Daniel Westley was in the back whistling.
"Wha-?" the menace trailed off, looking to the bluenette in hopes of an explanation for the behaviour, only to witness the man staring at him; his face, ears, and neck stained scarlet. Alois was confused. How on earth could a bunch of flowers be capable of flustering his beau this much?
"Ah, I see you caught the bouquet." Sebastian chimed in, walking up to the duo. He smiled playfully as his master tried his best to get himself back under control. The menace simply stared up at the butler with an almost concerned look on his face.
"I guess?" Alois replied. "What's the big deal about it?"
"Well, you see…" began the man clad in black, placing a hand in front of his face in order to conceal his grin. "It is traditional for all of the unmarried women attending a wedding to get in a group while the bride throws the bouquet at them. Since this isn't exactly a 'ordinary' wedding, I suppose it could apply to men as well…"
"Is there a point to this, or…?" questioned the Macken, starting to get frustrated with the lack of a straight answer. He didn't move, even as the man leaned in to explain, whispering in his ear.
"The meaning behind it is; that whomever catches the bouquet is said to be the next one to be married." The butler said, taking delight in how quickly Alois' skin changed hue. The man chuckled, straightening his back and observing the exquisite sight of his master and his master's lover trying not to completely lose it.
A/N: I CAN'T
THE BABS
MY BABIES
I GIVE UP
NYUUUUUUUUUUUGGGHHH
This was so hard to write...
Hopefully I survive until the next chapter, my duckies...
