He did not look impressed as he straightened his tie and poked one of the balloons outside the venue. There were a fair few people around, milling about, looking for something to talk about before the start of the event. Wedding. That word scored into his mind like a branding iron. It was the kind of event he thought would be boring and tedious, but now it was here, it was an event that almost made him shake with excitement. A wedding. His wedding.
Kyle looked around at the gathered crowd. New friends and old. He felt nervous, like butterflies weren't just in his belly, but rising up his throat...he felt sick. Nearby he had elves, who had helped him to get ready for the big day. His hair was brushed neat, his braces polished, his clothes freshly washed and pressed. He looked perfect. He was worried that something was wrong but every time he turned to look, he was assured he looked fine. Kyle looked around, waiting for his future. His future, that was coming fast in a car in the form of an excited young man in suit and bow tie. Tobias Cranapple III. Kyle's future...
A car pulled up and Kyle rushed inside, disappearing from sight. It was bad luck for them to see each other before the event, after all, and he more than recognised Tobias' car straight off. There was definitely more excitement than anxiety, but there was still enough that any moment he thought he might fart up fairies. He stood at a mirror above a sink, in the bathrooms, waiting to be called as planned, smoothing down his hair and picking at something he thought he saw stuck in his braces. Shortly after he contented himself, someone stepped in.
"Kyle, c'mon, it's time."
He looked over, took a deep breath, smiling before turning, expelling a fairy from his backside and hurrying out, looking embarrassed beyond belief.
Tobias and Kyle stood side by side in front of two large oak doors. "You good?" Tobias asked.
"I'm good. It's a party, it should be good."
"You kidding? This is gonna be the best night ever!"
Kyle bit his lip. "Actually, with you there instead of...more elegant people..."
"Oh Kylie, don't start that."
"Don't call me Kylie..."
"That's another thing to cross off my list then."
"I don't need a pet name."
"I like giving people pet names. By Man-Arctica I am going to think one up that you'll at the least tolerate."
"Yes, like that will ever happen. The highest you could ever score in an exam other than Drama was a D."
"Maybe I was hinting."
"Eh?"
"Maybe I was hinting about what I wanted from you."
"D?" He thought for a moment and pulled a face. "Am I seriously about to marry you?"
The doors were pulled open and music played. Kyle's favourite song. A grin split his freckled features as he walked to the head of the room, the two of them arm in arm. Toby looked mixed between embarrassment and joy. The room was just as it had been before. White, silver, cream, beautiful. Mahogany benches. A pleasant, slightly musty smell. It was lovely.
~*~*~*~
A long ceremony of gazing into one another's eyes, one flirty, one shy, as general lawful things were gone over such as several repetitions of the full damn names 'Kyle Bloodworth-Thomason' and 'Tobias Cranapple III', hand holding and vows, and stumbling over words so that the young adult wizard accidentally swore.
What had he to show for it, he wondered as he sat in the corner of the disco-esque reception, staring at the ring on his hand and sending a glare to Tobias. The reception wasn't quite Kyle's cup of tea, and he had learnt to steer clear of the flailing limbs of his new husband while he danced. He rested his cheek against his fist with a sigh, but got a shock when Toby snuck up on him, hugged him from behind and tied a purple balloon around his wrist.
"What are you...?"
"Bringing you into the fun. You looked bored. Look! My balloon's green. We're opposite, but maaatched."
Kyle rolled his eyes. "The speeches are coming soon."
"We haven't even had our first proper dance yet." He extended a hand, giving his best pleading face.
"I don't dance..."
"Aw, come on! It's tradition. You like tradition."
With obvious reluctance, Kyle took the offered hand and was pulled quite fiercely to the dance floor.
Four trampled toes, one head bonk and a twisted ankle later, and they were cuddled up together. Kyle was sat on a chair and Toby was spread across it, across his husband's lap, arms around his neck while the wizard's arms supported his back, as they listened to Toby's best man babble on about how he had always believed Fanboy would become a great superhero and end up with an amazing super chick, and then told the story of both men's coming out adventures, to which people laughed, and admittedly they were quite amusing. He spoke of the adventures he had had with these great best friends, and how Kyle had always been rather camp and he had always had his suspicions. A toast to the happy couple and a party blower explosion all around. Confetti, that was a nice, unexpected touch. The 'happy couple' held hands, fingers entwined like the winding vines of climbing roses.
Speaking of roses, there had been a bouquet of flowers at the front of the room in which the ceremony took place, which they picked up and held between them. Symbolism and all that jazz, and amongst semi-drunk caterwauls were the begs for the flowers to be thrown. They sat on Kyle's lap earlier, but now were on the floor, getting sorrowfully trampled. Sighing, he went to rescue them.
"Am I throwing these?" He asked Toby, arching an eyebrow.
Toby shrugged. "Go for it, man. Don't look where you throw it, backwards to the crowd."
He did as he was told, and heard an excited screech. Looking round, he saw Yo with the flowers, making eyes at Chum Chum. He arched an eyebrow at Toby as if to ask if she was for real. They both laughed. Step one of the adventure of a lifetime.
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