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rainbowfic2012-04-15 11:45 pm
five_steps_back) wrote in rainbowfic2012-04-15 11:45 pm
Daffodil 15, Chalk White 8, Tequila Rose 10, with Brush, Chalk, Pastels, Stickers, Glue, and Glitter
Name: Nikki
Colors: Daffodil 15. new beginnings, Chalk White 8. "I will not play tug o' war. I'd rather play hug o' war.", Tequila Rose 10. Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
Styles and Supplies: Brush (piquant), Chalk (Egg Moon), Pastels (my gen card; N2: traditions), Stickers (15 Common Grammar Mistakes), Glue (You don't know what to make of today's events because you truly want reality to support your fantasies.), Glitter (- "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step“ - Lao Tzu)
Rating: G
Word Count: 623
Story: Second Genesis; the title of this piece is 'Wedding Bells.'
Summary: Noah and Jackson's wedding.
Notes: Takes place in January 2036.
Noah and Jackson didn't have many things between them to put in the back of his truck. Most of it was Jackson's. Noah was able to load most of it in a few trips after he finished the morning chores. Neither job took long; the farm was a lot smaller than it had been eight months ago, so there weren't many animals to look after anymore. There were enough to keep the farm going and to keep Miss June busy when they were gone, at least.
"You'll run late if you don't hurry," Miss June warned him when he walked back into the house.
Noah imagined they'd be late no matter how much he hurried. Jackson had started getting ready after breakfast, when Noah offered to do the chores himself, and Noah figured that they'd all have to wait on him.
Neither of them was late, somehow. It was a simple ceremony, with simple golden bands, which was fine with Noah. He was a simple man, and he thought Jackson understood that. He thought, maybe, it was the reason he had agreed to the wedding in the first place. A simple thing to tie them together and start them off, because it wouldn't be simple after this.
Afternoon winter sunlight shone through the windows in the living room while a preacher married them, with Miss June there to witness and give them both away. They were both dressed in their Sunday best, and they held hands, intertwining their fingers when they said their vows. If Jackson noticed that Noah's hands were shaking a bit, he didn't say anything.
They kissed briefly, but Jackson smiled broadly when he pulled back. The minister congratulated them, and Miss June hugged them both.
"You take good care of him," she whispered to Noah before she let him go.
They went to their room to get the last of their things after that. He took off his only jacket and tie, and threw them into his bag of clothes. He did a last search of the room, finding three hunting knives that got thrown on top of the tie before the bag was zipped closed. He unbuttoned the first button of his shirt and rolled up the sleeves past his elbows, before he dug an old deerskin jacket out of the closet. It had been a mild winter so far, but that wasn't true up north. They'd have to stop somewhere and buy better jackets along the way. After he slipped the jacket on, he finally left the room.
Jackson and Miss June were packing an ice chest when Noah walked back into the kitchen. A few bag of Jackson's waited by the door.
"What's this?" he asked.
"You're newlyweds," Miss June said. "I'm not sending you off without a reception dinner. You'll just have to eat it on the road."
"Mama even made a cake for us," Jackson said, smiling over his shoulder at Noah.
He smiled back, just a bit. "Thank you, Miss."
She gave him a look that reminded him a lot of his mama. "I think it's about time you call me Mama or something like that, ain't it, Noah?"
He hesitated. "Mama June?" he tried.
She smiled. "That works too."
Noah loaded the ice chest into the backseat of his truck, and the bags into the back with the rest of their things, while Jackson and Miss... Mama June said their goodbyes. He waited by the truck until they were done and Jackson walked over.
"Ready to go?" Noah asked.
Jackson smiled at him, and smiled wider when Noah opened the passenger door for him. "Yeah. It's a long drive."
Noah smiled back, wider now that Mama June wouldn't see. "I don't mind."
Colors: Daffodil 15. new beginnings, Chalk White 8. "I will not play tug o' war. I'd rather play hug o' war.", Tequila Rose 10. Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
Styles and Supplies: Brush (piquant), Chalk (Egg Moon), Pastels (my gen card; N2: traditions), Stickers (15 Common Grammar Mistakes), Glue (You don't know what to make of today's events because you truly want reality to support your fantasies.), Glitter (- "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step“ - Lao Tzu)
Rating: G
Word Count: 623
Story: Second Genesis; the title of this piece is 'Wedding Bells.'
Summary: Noah and Jackson's wedding.
Notes: Takes place in January 2036.
Noah and Jackson didn't have many things between them to put in the back of his truck. Most of it was Jackson's. Noah was able to load most of it in a few trips after he finished the morning chores. Neither job took long; the farm was a lot smaller than it had been eight months ago, so there weren't many animals to look after anymore. There were enough to keep the farm going and to keep Miss June busy when they were gone, at least.
"You'll run late if you don't hurry," Miss June warned him when he walked back into the house.
Noah imagined they'd be late no matter how much he hurried. Jackson had started getting ready after breakfast, when Noah offered to do the chores himself, and Noah figured that they'd all have to wait on him.
Neither of them was late, somehow. It was a simple ceremony, with simple golden bands, which was fine with Noah. He was a simple man, and he thought Jackson understood that. He thought, maybe, it was the reason he had agreed to the wedding in the first place. A simple thing to tie them together and start them off, because it wouldn't be simple after this.
Afternoon winter sunlight shone through the windows in the living room while a preacher married them, with Miss June there to witness and give them both away. They were both dressed in their Sunday best, and they held hands, intertwining their fingers when they said their vows. If Jackson noticed that Noah's hands were shaking a bit, he didn't say anything.
They kissed briefly, but Jackson smiled broadly when he pulled back. The minister congratulated them, and Miss June hugged them both.
"You take good care of him," she whispered to Noah before she let him go.
They went to their room to get the last of their things after that. He took off his only jacket and tie, and threw them into his bag of clothes. He did a last search of the room, finding three hunting knives that got thrown on top of the tie before the bag was zipped closed. He unbuttoned the first button of his shirt and rolled up the sleeves past his elbows, before he dug an old deerskin jacket out of the closet. It had been a mild winter so far, but that wasn't true up north. They'd have to stop somewhere and buy better jackets along the way. After he slipped the jacket on, he finally left the room.
Jackson and Miss June were packing an ice chest when Noah walked back into the kitchen. A few bag of Jackson's waited by the door.
"What's this?" he asked.
"You're newlyweds," Miss June said. "I'm not sending you off without a reception dinner. You'll just have to eat it on the road."
"Mama even made a cake for us," Jackson said, smiling over his shoulder at Noah.
He smiled back, just a bit. "Thank you, Miss."
She gave him a look that reminded him a lot of his mama. "I think it's about time you call me Mama or something like that, ain't it, Noah?"
He hesitated. "Mama June?" he tried.
She smiled. "That works too."
Noah loaded the ice chest into the backseat of his truck, and the bags into the back with the rest of their things, while Jackson and Miss... Mama June said their goodbyes. He waited by the truck until they were done and Jackson walked over.
"Ready to go?" Noah asked.
Jackson smiled at him, and smiled wider when Noah opened the passenger door for him. "Yeah. It's a long drive."
Noah smiled back, wider now that Mama June wouldn't see. "I don't mind."