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 Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 6:21 pm
He sat and watched. The mention of the row of empty chairs had him staring, and he hadn't considered that, since Rep and Harrison were both his seniors and had been hunters longer than he had, that they had lost more people than Melvin ever did. They had a row dedicated to people not present, and he knew that Rin was among them – but those seats were not supposed to be for her. There was an empty seat already reserved next to Melvin, who sat quietly and glanced at the empty chair beside him.
He tried to imagine a sort of fake dialogue of what Rin would be saying during the start of this wedding. It was something he constantly did not – imagining what she would say next to him. She might say "They look adorable." Or something cheesy like that. She would have even gone to Rep and Harrison and cracked a joke at them, about their outfits, and about tying the note. She had been more the life of the party than he had been, and he felt bad that out of the two of them, his friends were stuck with the more lifeless alternative. He would have tried filling the void she left by filling in, but her shoes (or heels) were too big for him. She had been far more able to liven up the place than had, been more at ease with others, and more aware of what to say.
He lacked too much.
Instead, he imagine what she was missing, and thought of how upset she would be that she wasn't here. She missed this wedding and there would be no way to bring it back. Thinking, he took out his phone and raised it. He had to record this somehow, and he had no sort of camcorder to do this. So he decided he'd take pictures and record this. He wasn't sure if Rep and Harrison knew that this is what you did at weddings, but at least when Rin came back, he could show her. She wouldn't have missed out on much.
I should record more. All this. Then she wouldn't miss out on anything.
He couldn't freeze time like he could in his own room for her. Not when the world kept changing and people kept walking ahead. Instead, he had to take pieces of it in hopes of preserving it for her.
I'll need a camera. He decided.
I'll need a camcorder. He decided.
I'll need a shed. He decided.
The town was being rebuilt after all.
He held up his phone and continued to record, smiling. Rin would be happy he did this. He could give a copy to Rep and Harrison, too. He could freeze time – even if in pieces.
When she comes back, she won't be as sad she missed this. I can do this for her.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 2:11 pm
-Toshi post -
"Okay," Harrison said after a while, clearing his throat.
This had been a long time coming, and he'd waited for a long time for a lot of reasons. Because they didn't have the money. Because they didn't have the leave. Because Jordan and Rep weren't getting along.
And maybe it had been disingenuous of him to jump the gun at the first sign of any resolution there, especially when the resolution hadn't been a nice one. But they'd had a year to sort s**t out, and the cycles of will-you won't-you were always weighted with
we're gonna die before this happens.
And Harrison would have regretted that more than anything. It meant something to him, being here, and it meant everything to Rep. He would have liked to have Jordan up here, hell, but- he wasn't going to put it off any longer.
Today was it.
B0nez scurried forward at the throat clear, pecking at the computer, and the speakers pronounced in a tinny electronic reading:
We are gathered here today to witness the joining of Harrison Hughes and William Reid.
There was nobody to give anybody away. Their old lives had been signed away by their own hands.
Coming here freely and without reservation, are you now prepared to begin this commitment to one another?
It was just a computer, so there was no reason to expect it to wax poetic. They had kept that short. No 1 Corinthians or lines about the seriousness of love or the eternal star bonds through their short, battle-hardened lives. B0nez waited for an affirmation.
"I am."
Harrison Hughes, will you have this man to be your wedded husband?
"I will," Harrison answered.
Will you love and comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health?
"I will," he repeated.
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