angela-sirknight: overlordxela:I stood still, facing the front as Angela glided sedately along the
angela-sirknight: overlordxela: I stood still, facing the front as Angela glided sedately along the aisle, her stunning dress brushing along the carpet. She took up her place next to me, as the priest opened his notes and started to read from them.“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, earth to-“The priest stopped. He examined his notes, carefully. He looked up again, and chuckled nervously.“Would you excuse me for a moment, please?”He scurried off. Angela giggled, prettily, and I smiled, wryly.The audience stirred. This sort of thing didn’t usually happen.A pretty pink Gardevoir in the front row stifled a giggle.The Typhlosion on her right smiled to himself, and the human on her left smirked. A Mawile looked at him in slight confusion.The priest soon returned, with a different book.“I’m sorry, I did a funeral yesterday, and…mm.”He flicked through the book, and then read out.“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the joining together of this man,” he gestured toward me, “and this woman,” he indicated Angela, who smiled at him, “in the bonds of holy matrimony. The union shall be solidified by the exchange of vows and the giving of a ring. Does the best man have the ring?”Gareth looked up, and nodded rapidly.“Well hold onto it. They don’t want it yet.”It wasn’t the funniest thing in the world, but it got a small laugh out of the congregation.The priest consulted the sheet of paper with our names on.“Alexander… um… I can’t make that out, what does it say?”“Drolrevo, Father.” I put in.“What? Oh, so it does. Good.”The priest cleared his throat.“If anyone knows of any reason why these two may not marry, let him speak now, or forever hold his silence.”The church was silent as the grave until the priest spoke again.“Alexander Drolrevo, do you take Angela Sirknight to be your lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and worship, till death do you part, according to Arceus’ holy ordinance?”“I do.”The pink Gardevoir clasped the Typhlosion’s hand in hers, and squeezed it, lovingly.“Angela Sirknight, do you take Alexander Drolrevo to be your lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, honour, and obey, till death do you part, according to Arceus’ holy ordinance?”“I do.”I held my hand out for the ring, and Gareth carefully gave it to me. I took Angela’s hand, and slotted it onto her finger, and told her;“With this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship-“Angela blushed.“-and with all my worldly goods I thee endow: in the name of Arceus, Dialga, and Palkia. Amen.”The priest smiled, genially.“I pronounce thee man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”I lifted Angela’s face to my own, and followed orders with enthusiasm. The congregation sighed accordingly, as Angela threw her arms around my neck.After a minute or so, I tore myself away from my wife with great reluctance, and picked her up and carried her along the aisle, as the organist struck up The Wedding March. Gareth followed at a discreet distance.I put her down, and opened the door to the 1965 Aston Martin DB5. Angela waited until a crowd had gathered, then flung her posy of roses high into the air. As everybody cheered, she gathered up her not unimpressive dress, and sat in the back seat. I closed the door, and entered from the other side, as Gareth got in at the front. He started up the engine, and we purred off to the reception. (It seems this has been slightly, shall we say, ‘improved’ by my trainer. Heh heh heh.) -- source link