Amora had spent her days prior to the wedding working with her very best friend to see that her wedding was everything she had ever hoped for. Now standing before the results of that work she was beaming. Standing witness to any wedding was special, and since her own Amora had a new appreciation for the bond it created. Here and now she was anxious, nervous and excited for her friends and the journey they were taking together. One Amora knew first hand was the most amazing thing possible.
Her hands were tightly wrapped around the bouquet of yellow and black flowers. Braylin could taste the blood on the inside of her lip, she chewed on it nervously. Her eyes scanned the chapel pews. There were so many family and friends there. She began to fidget nervously and felt a bit lightheaded. "Oh no.. there will be none of that, Bray.." She whispered to herself and took a deep breath in.
It was as if her future husband heard her inner cries of nervousness. Within a blink, she was curled in his arms. She let out a soft giggle against his lips with his stolen kiss. "My hero baby." She held her bouquet in the hand now draped over the back of his neck for support and waved to all the guests while his wings carried them both to the altar. Her tiny feet touched the ground and she looked over at her new mother with a crimson blush and lovesick smile.
From the shadows at the back of the chapel he grinned at the sight of the groom picking up his bride and flying them to the altar. It wasn't exactly protocol, but demons were not the sort who followed rules. He silently applauded the Prince's intuition and waited to see what else would happen ...
Lok couldn′t wait anymore. His Mom’s long narrative speech was making his head feel dizzy and his legs feel weak. Like an impatient child, he moved fast to Bray and wrapped his arm around her waist in a snuggly firm hold. The suit that once belongs to his Dad ripped in the back as his wings stretched out in full extension. The sound of fabric tearing caused a scowl of displeasure to replace the smile on his mother’s face. But Lok didn't care. This was his special day with his soon to be wife for life. If he wanted to make a fool of himself, he would do so without guilt. His black wings flapped once and he bent over to scoop Braylin up into his arms, holding her close to his chest. He stole a kiss from her and winked, “Why walk when you can have flight service? We're going in style sexy baby.”
Lok lurched forwards and took flight across the room. He flew above the heads of their guests and he circled around a few times before landing in front of his mother, with Bray still clutched in his arms. He set her down again on her own two feet and retracted his wings beneath the tattered remains of his father’s old suit. In a half apologetic lopsided grin, he motioned to his mother to hurry up and begin the ceremony.
Nyghtwolfe stood before the assemblage of guests, family, and friends of the bride and groom and gives a silent nod to the orchestra that was playing soft soothing music. At her quiet gesture, they cease the tuneful ambience and let the enveloping silence wash over everyone. She admired the gorgeous wedding decor of the Infinity Chapel. Certainly Amora outdid herself! The interior was breathtaking and was filled with the rich fragrance of summer flowers. Nyghtwolfe took a moment of silence to appreciate the peaceful splendor of the Yggdrasil chapel.
The dark goddess filled the gulf of silence with her cheery voice, “Welcome! We are gathered here today in the presence of friends and loved ones, to celebrate one of life′s greatest moments, to give recognition to the worth and beauty of love, and to add our best wishes and blessings to the sacred vows which shall unite Lok and Braylin in holy matrimony. That which is truly eternal is a binding of life and love. It is more than just flesh to flesh; it is mind to mind, feeling to feeling, soul to soul...in this world and in the next great beyond.”
The Empress smiled at her son as he fidgeted in the hallway, waiting for the ceremony march to begin. She noticed how extraordinary radiant Braylin looked all aglow, and how dapper Lok was in his restless shuffle of nervousness. Nyghtwolfe maintained the smile as she spoke next, “Before we continue with the ceremony, I would like to take a moment to honor those who have come to witness this sacred union of love between two people, friends and family.”
Nyghtwolfe looks into all the happy faces that have come to bear witness to this testament of love. She raises both arms out in a representation of community as she again speaks, “We are delighted that you have chosen to witness this, the most mystical of unions between a man and a woman. Remember that this wedding is only a symbol, a celebration, a public recognition. This service is not magic. It will not create a relationship that does not already exist. It is their marriage and not something created by the state or by religion - it is theirs to define, theirs to make real, theirs to live. Nothing I can say can make it anything more than what already exists in their hearts.”
Lok is eager and impatient. He's all jittery and shifting his weight from foot to foot. He says hello to everyone as they walk by. His dark eyes search for his love. There she was, looking so very glamorous, like a movie star on red carpet. How lucky and special he feels! Lok waves his hand in a motion to his mother to begin.
Braylin was dressed and ready for the ceremony to begin. Her dress fit perfectly and her hair was done just righ . The four brides maids she chose to stand beside her had ensured she would have nothing to worry about. Swarms of nervous butterflies migrated into her tummy. Her mouth was dry and her palms sweaty. She paced back and forth dodging the eyes of the girls. She tried to stay focused. Tried to remember the words she wished to pledge to her sweet fiancée. Her heart raced inside her chest. She was moments away from marrying the love of her life, her other half, her soul mate.
Candy Lust was dressed all up in a pretty dress that she bought especially for this wedding celebration. Her best friend Nyla Orcus was supposed to be here today too because it was one of her Uncles who was getting married. Candy wanted to meet Nyla's family, and she wanted to look pretty for them, and give a good first impression.
The eldest son of Misos and Nyghtwolfe had not ever in a million years thought he'd be seeing this day that his little brother got hitched in marriage to a woman, and a pretty one at that. Apollo walked down to where his Mother waited and bowed his head respectfully to her. He extended his apologies that Esmeralda would not.be attending the wedding. She was still spending time away with her father, who she had not seen since she was a mere child. Apollo understood the importance of her need to know the man that brought her into this world.
Apollo held in his hand a velcro covered box which contained the wedding ring for his brother Lok's bride to be. Apollo stood proudly at the altar where he was instructed to stand, waiting for his brother's wedding to commence. He remembered his own wedding, many years ago to the beautiful angel that he called his Gypsy Queen. Apollo missed his wife terribly, but their bond of love was so strong, that no amount of distance between them could ever weaken his heart for her.
Kira walked into the chapel as she sees her grandmother at the alter and sees her cousin Brailey. She smiles at them both as she walks over to one of the seats and sits down. She hope that Vlad got her note about the wedding.
Nyghtwolfe waits patiently at the alter as the wedding guests and family members enter the chapel and greets each other. She admires the lovely chapel and its stately furnishings. She taps her foot in rhythm of the romantic music that's playing in the background. Today was a big day for her son and his bride to be. Nyghtwolfe set her amber gaze upon the lady Amora and smiled as she spoke softly the words, "Thank you m'dearest Lady. You have an extraordinarily beautiful chapel."
