"No, I swear, it'll be great. Besides," they soothed, patting his arm, "the order's already been placed. And, there's the whole rest of the wedding to be planned. There's no point arguing over this little thing."
Well, that was true - there wasn't any point to it. It bothered him a little, but he forgot about it quickly enough. There were so, so many more bits and pieces to decide on for the wedding - and it took so long for the two of them to settle on something they both liked - and it was never him who found the clever solution. That was his beloved's specialty, not his.
The vows had been exchanged, and rings placed on fingers, and the contract had been concluded before witnesses, sealed with a kiss. Then came the reception, so full of friends and music and food and noise noise noise. He sort of wanted to be home reading instead, sort of wished wedding receptions weren't a thing, but... It was worth it just to make his darling smile.
It was a strange thing, their romance. All their friends said they were an odd couple - that you'd never find a relationship so unlikely to form. And it wasn't perfect - the pair of them had their friction and their disagreements, certainly - but mostly, they worked, and their synergy was undeniable.
The centerpiece of the table, of course, was the wedding cake. But one of the sub-centerpieces was a towering pyramid of silver shelves covered in sparkling pastries.
"The sufganiyot! Aren't they gorgeous," came the sigh from beside him. "Let's try them, what d'you say?"
"Well..." he began, but he was already being drawn down towards them. One of the photographers suggested they link elbows as they ate them - which was sort of ridiculous, really. They weren't feeding each other or anything romantic like that. But with a little cajoling, he agreed to that, too. They made it very hard to say no, somehow. It was a little awkward, but they posed for the shot - and then ate their sufganiyot. It was... delicious!
There was that lovely smile, and their wonderful laugh. "Well, of course it was!"
He leaned in close, watched their eyelids lower in expectation - then licked the sugar off the corner of their mouth, prompting more laughter.
Like the sufganiyot, they were an uncommon combination, but joyous in their union.
Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2016 8:38 am
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Something very much like a wedding reception, all echoes of laughter, faintly heard music, and golden light. The faint suggestions of guests move through the space, barely disturbances of air. The overall feeling is of fond remembrance.
The space itself is an immense room of well-worn, grey, decoratively worked stone, whose walls and pillars disappear into the golden fog of light above; no ceiling is visible. Along one of the longer sides is a bountiful buffet table - obviously Hadrian remembers food very well. There is an altar on one of the short sides, over which is a giant, amber-colored stained glass window.
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