for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul
Though Remi may have wanted to rest a good deal longer, this ceremony was about so much more than him. It was about happiness and union and loved, and no amount of exhaustion of blighted-speed-cleaning was going to keep him from attending to the joining of one of his dearest friends, and a less dear, but friend just the same.
Keep an eye on ... well, everything. Remi thought to both Ianto and Amalia before giving the fox a final scritch and rising to his feet. Wiping his hands on his clothes they transmuted instantly into something far more presentable and not covered with blight-vomit and sweat. Making his way around the guests to stand behind the bride and groom as Deimos escorted Rexanna to Bastien, the alchemist remained silent as they took each other in. Safe to say Bastien wasn't the only one with tears in his eyes. All the weight and heaviness of the passed few weeks came crashing down around Remi and though his joy for the couple was true, there was a not-so-small part of him that wanted to crumble in the face of it.
They were together and for as happy as it made him, it nearly broke him in that moment as well.
Steeling himself with a laugh and wiping a tear from his eye, the alchemist stepped forward with a chuckle. "Are you two ready to begin?" He asked, looking between the two. "If you will take hands.." Now. The pair likely had their own vows written (or thought of, anyways), but having recently been married, Remi thought perhaps he'd offer a few suggestions from recent personal experience.
"Bastien. Do you promise to always make sure you are not just hungry when you feel the need to argue with your new bride? To make sure not a day goes by that you don't give her some offering of love: a flower, a painting, a hug, a sketch? Do you promise to hold her above any muse that might catch your eye?"
Turning to Rex, the alchemist offered her a bashful grin.
"And Rexanna. Do you promise to keep Bastien from spending too long in the sun when he see something he can't help but paint? To bring wine for picnics even if you cannot taste it, and to make sure that as hard as it will be—" There was a twinkle in his eyes as he said this, clearing indicating how absurd he thought it was, "—you will try not to outshine your new husband in terms of fashion?"
"And to you both, do you promise to fix, replace, or clean anything that might need it, in Lily's room during your various uses of it?" This was said in a lower voice meant just for the couple, a wicked smile upon the alchemist's lips.
Please only let Rex and Bastien post!
Keep an eye on ... well, everything. Remi thought to both Ianto and Amalia before giving the fox a final scritch and rising to his feet. Wiping his hands on his clothes they transmuted instantly into something far more presentable and not covered with blight-vomit and sweat. Making his way around the guests to stand behind the bride and groom as Deimos escorted Rexanna to Bastien, the alchemist remained silent as they took each other in. Safe to say Bastien wasn't the only one with tears in his eyes. All the weight and heaviness of the passed few weeks came crashing down around Remi and though his joy for the couple was true, there was a not-so-small part of him that wanted to crumble in the face of it.
They were together and for as happy as it made him, it nearly broke him in that moment as well.
Steeling himself with a laugh and wiping a tear from his eye, the alchemist stepped forward with a chuckle. "Are you two ready to begin?" He asked, looking between the two. "If you will take hands.." Now. The pair likely had their own vows written (or thought of, anyways), but having recently been married, Remi thought perhaps he'd offer a few suggestions from recent personal experience.
"Bastien. Do you promise to always make sure you are not just hungry when you feel the need to argue with your new bride? To make sure not a day goes by that you don't give her some offering of love: a flower, a painting, a hug, a sketch? Do you promise to hold her above any muse that might catch your eye?"
Turning to Rex, the alchemist offered her a bashful grin.
"And Rexanna. Do you promise to keep Bastien from spending too long in the sun when he see something he can't help but paint? To bring wine for picnics even if you cannot taste it, and to make sure that as hard as it will be—" There was a twinkle in his eyes as he said this, clearing indicating how absurd he thought it was, "—you will try not to outshine your new husband in terms of fashion?"
"And to you both, do you promise to fix, replace, or clean anything that might need it, in Lily's room during your various uses of it?" This was said in a lower voice meant just for the couple, a wicked smile upon the alchemist's lips.
Please only let Rex and Bastien post!
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
