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Altar

His mind, uncharacteristically, drifted as Chel and her carriage of people glided through the grass. Virgins actually waited for this moment to be free. People who weren't known wholly--emotionally and mentally, yes, but not physically--binding themselves together. Would they be fantasizing what that first night would be like? What it meant to peel back those layers and more, not knowing what exactly was signed up for?

He stood there and watched her with those sharp green eyes like she was the only person there. And maybe it was strange that he wasn't taken aback by her appearance in the wedding dress, not sucking in a soft breath at the rare opportunity to see her in a dress at all. But that was because he knew exactly who he was marrying, inside and out. A white little number like that didn't change anything because he still saw Chel as she was: scars and colored hair and bright eyes and crooked smiles and sharp retorts and hick accent and orange laugh and more besides, more than anyone would ever get to see.

Owain, if possible, managed to beam even brighter as bride and groom touched, squeezed Jack's shoulder wordlessly, and then stepped back to give them space. The splinters had been removed, the wounds healed. (If for today, if for today.) It became not a cage, but a contract.

Jack's icy countenance began to melt as Jason began, though he never looked away from her. It was so very catlike the very he remained disdainful of the presence or touch of others but would relax at hers. He almost wanted to mutter something under his breath to her--make it like a movie where they were spectators commentating on the horribly dramatic proceedings rather than the centerpieces. Instead he let Jason continue, a smile beginning to light his face as he squeezed Chel's hand back.

Alter

Finn was actually slightly bored, as he was with most weddings and likely would even be at his own if he ever had one. Perhaps if he could hear Chel's whispered words to Jack, he might have been entertained, but as of that moment, he was just hoping that the ceremony was not going to be filled with long winded statements and vows that heaped on the cliches of every wedding.

Basically, he was just here for the after party.

And to look ******** spectacular in his suit.

And to possibly to be supportive.

Altar

He snorted softly, but his shoulders began to relax. Right. It was just that—

Jason finished. Now he had to ******** say it. In front of not just close friends like Finn, but strangers who wouldn't give a damn afterwards. ********. God. It was like opening a steel trap, especially because he had no cards or something to prompt him.

"With respect to my fiancée," he began, "I chose not to write them down." Jack cleared his throat.

"We live...very strange lives, to say the least. And there's not much I haven't told you already that would make an impact now, much less in front of..." He trailed away and glanced at the audience. An off the cuff Jack was a rare one indeed.

"Love is—"

No, ******** that.

"—That's never been the question of it, I think. Loving someone. Because you can love someone and still ******** it up royally." And didn't they know that so intimately. "Love wasn't what mattered to me most anyway. For me, it's always been about the truth of something. What it is that sits at the core, what are the facts, what does it mean. Here, especially, the truth matters more than anything else, because we are always facing so many unknowns in this vast and frankly terrifying world."

He paused, collected his thoughts, and wondered if what he was going for was cohesive at all.

"I love you. But that's not all. I know you," he said, eyes burning into hers. "I know who you are, Chel, even if you doubt it sometimes. You are the better parts of me," the more crooked parts (the sharp edge behind his grin, the nest of nails that dug into skin to hide and go hold, the passion that had no need for restraint and the fear that needed it) and the rounded ones (the subtle cues and nudges from a much too sensitive set of eyes and ears, the open hands where he left spaces, the compassion of a martyr paired with the temper of a rebel), "and you're this—ray of sunshine, for lack of better words, and the majority of guests we've got here can attest to it."

He couldn't help but smile enough for even the audience to see: not something bright and cheery, his face too sharp to house anything of the sort, but something similar enough; something hopeful, something akin to the realization that there wasn't going to be a sudden titan attack, there wasn't going to be an emergency call to arms, the day wasn't suddenly going to turn black, and for once, for once—

"Words mean nothing to me without action, but you've proven to me time and time again who you are and what you'll do, and I won't bore everyone else by going into it." He grinned. "I'll leave that for you to boast about later. The least I can do is this.

"I swear to support you through any and all hardships, even if you decide to act like a giant whiny a*****e when I beat you at drunk Mario Kart.

"I swear that Owain and I will be there to pull your a** out of the fire if you're there to get mine out, too, when I inevitably burn the house down trying to cook something.

And I swear above all else to love you until the end and even past that, but I'll make this ******** island work its a** off to kill us first. And afterwards, we'll find each other in the next life anyway, so ******** them."

Jack seemed done for a moment, but then he took another breath.

"In a moment, Finn is going to give me a ring that I'll give to you. And a ring is all that will be. You already have everything else."

Altar

Wow. There were things to say at a wedding, and then there were things to say. Jason looked shocked, but it was the good kind of shocked, the hunter trying hard not to laugh at their easily said, flippant words, because they were words from the heart.

Zanth, however, could laugh as much as he want cause no one could hear or see him besides Jason. Which made it hard to focus on the next part.

"Jack, do you take Chel to be your wife, through sickness and in health, to love and protect her with everything you have?" He tried very, very hard not to grin, or snicker.

Altar

She made it extremely hard to keep a straight face, and he stopped trying to fight it--especially when he noticed Chris' face souring the more they went on and with Chel being, well, Chel. (He passed Finn a look, a well, it's her and in ten seconds she's going to be my wife, and you knew what being here pretty much meant, but thank you for sticking it out look.)

Between the falsetto and Jason's obligatory and unfortunately obvious question, however, a very different and exasperated look came over him, and Jack looked skyward for a moment so that he didn't cause an accidental scene by jokingly calling the wedding off. Doing so would probably have earned him a knock on the head from Owain anyway, who remained starry-eyed at the proceedings.

"What the ******** do you think?" he deadpanned at Jason as he pulled his head back down. "Yes."

Altar

Chel rolled her eyes at Jack's response. Such a ******** baby.

"

Altar

Finally, Finn's fifteen seconds of fame He knew his friend was bored as s**t up there, but when presented the ring, Jack still took the time to take the Moon's shoulder as well in silent thanks before removing the ring.

"That shiny enough for your alter ego?" he murmured as he slipped it onto Chel's finger with a little smirk.

Altar

Jason could see Chel's hands shake a little, so he kept the next part short and brief.

"Then by the power invested in me." Which was weird when did he get power "I know pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

He then looked away from the couple cause he didn't want to gawk at them in their special moment k.