He was nervous. Such a silly thing for him to be nervous about! But he always had a habit of fucking up almost anything, especially in regards to special moments. So as he waited, Jet fevorantly, desperately prayed to the PokéGods to let things go smoothly. Let them punish him a million times fold for his cold-blooded sins! But if they had any ounce of mercy, they would ensure that the day went smoothly. If not for his anxious sake, then for hers.
Though, it didn't help the Dragon Trainer's mood to be surrounded by the three people he hated the most: Luna, Seiyaku, and Alexa-sama. But if he wished to legally take Otomé as his wife, then their wretched presences were required. Law mandated an ordained minister (or Justice of the Peace) and two witnesses not related to the bride and groom in order for the marriage to be official.
His wait before Luna felt like an eternity, though. What was taking so long? What was that girl doing? Trying to be fashionably late?! Or perhaps that whore of a Champion behind him had scared her off? He couldn't blame the Articunomorph, if that was the case... But when a familiar, airy giggle reached his ears, the criminal felt all doubt and impatience and anxiety and any other negative emotion dissolve into nothing.
Jet had always thought that Otomé was beautiful, with her soft, pale skin, and her bright, radiant eyes, and her long, sky-colored hair. Not to mention her petite and slender (and short) body... She was so gentle and kind and sweet and it always amazed him how someone like her would ever want to love--much less spend the rest of her life with--someone like him.
But now, as she strolled towards him in a simple white sun dress, a single azure flower with pointed petals clutched delicately in her hands and a translucent veil pinned in her hair, obscuring all of her pretty face but her bright eyes, he was genuinely taken aback. Maybe it was just the significance of the day, of this event, that did the trick, but the man was certain that the Water Trainer looked more gorgeous as a bride than he had ever seen her.
Suddenly, time had gone from slow-motion to fast-foward and before he could realize, Otomé was beside him, smiling broadly from beneath her humbling veil. When she rested a ginger hand on his shoulder, the silver-haired halfling became aware that he had hardly been breathing. Nerves? Her beauty? He hardly knew, and hardly cared. All he could focus his mind on was that soon, she would cease to be a Yumé, a dream, kin to that blonde son of a bitch who broke her wings, and instead, from then on, she would be a [SURNAAAMMEEE; she would be his.
"Oh good. We're all here now finally?" Luna said in such an annoyingly cheerful way that if the Mossdeep native had not been so smitten with his bride, he would've smacked the elder brunette. Hell, he would've done so regardless! He was not blind to the way the shameless harlot was eying Otomé much in the same way he himself had.
With a nod to Alexa-sama and Seiyaku, who stood behind the couple, the Crimson Champion continued. "Well, I do believe we can skip that whole 'dearly beloved' speech. Otomé, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have, hold, and obey, for richer or poor, in sickness and in health, come whatever may, until Kazé drags one of you kicking and screaming bloody murder into the afterlife?"
A/N: Yeah, no one knows what Jet's surname is. Even after five years, I still don't. I don't think his player knows, either… Whenever we figure it out, I'll correct this. xD