gabriel l. corner (coverstory) wrote in valesco,
@ 2009-12-30 12:18:00

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adelaide jordan, amery wilkes, arcturus macmillan, bertram aubrey, bess fawcett, braith selwyn, cecilia hooke, chester scabior, christopher loftus, donovan rookwood, drystan fawcett, edward pennifold, erin kirke, euan abercrombie, gabriel corner, giada dorny, graeme dorny, grayson wilkes, greta catchlove, group, isobel macmillan, jonas ackerly, kingsley shacklebolt, kobe ackerly, mackenzie goldstein, magnolia mattias, prisca loftus, rafe kirke, rebecca abercrombie, sebastian goldstein, winnifred llewellyn

Corner/Englewood Wedding! For New Year's Eve!
Getting married was absolutely terrifying. No matter how smoothly Gabriel proceeded through the planning, the discussions, and the actual event, he was holding back getting sick the second he could catch a moment to himself. He knew he didn't love Rachel yet, which might be the reason why he was finding himself so nervous as they sat at the head table of their reception, but he did honestly---he did honestly believe that he could fall in love with this woman. She was fiery with a mind of her own, and though some people might be irritated by it, Gabriel actually appreciated the way she took control of things. He had always been a bit of a follower, and it was easy to agree with Rachel because her reasoning simply made sense.

The reception did look fantastic. Gabriel couldn't believe it was all put together within two short months, but then again he was learning that Rachel was a woman who set her goals and refused to leave them unfinished. Maybe he should look at that as a good thing; surely someone who did not want to get married would not have put so much effort into the ceremony? Or she simply wanted to throw the most beautiful wedding of them all, simply because she could. He didn't know, and didn't mind not finding out as long as they remained content with each other.

He did find her very interesting, however, and that was the first thing a Ravenclaw looked for in a spouse. Maybe all of his concerns were for naught, and it was simply wedding day jitters. His parents had been arranged in a similar manner, and they were still quite happily married (and sometimes nauseatingly sweet about it, too). Gabriel turned and smiled at Rachel, pushing his chair out and offering his hand, "Would you like to dance?"

A chorus of glasses clinging supported Gabriel, and he flushed slightly at all the attention that was on them, once again.

ooc: guest list! We did our best, but if we missed someone let us know!

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rebeccas
2009-12-30 07:21 pm UTC (link)

She sat stiffly in her chair at the back of the reception hall, staring straight into nothing. Her thoughts were void of any sort of celebration, and Rebecca wondered how long her mother would force her to be here. She'd only shown up for Gabriel, who had actually advised her to stay home, but she knew she would regret (when she could feel again) missing his wedding.

It had only been three days. The funeral hadn't even occurred. There was no sense of closer, there was nothing that Rebecca could look to as a sign to start living again. She would never have thought she'd find herself so utterly miserable about a boy, but this was--Euan. They had only been together a short time, but she had...she'd seen a future with him, she was picking china patterns in her head, she had names and it was silly when he was alive but now it was completely destroyed. He was---

Tears immediately stung her eyes and Rebecca excused herself from her aunt and uncle as she could not show her emotions. Part of her was nearly glad for all the etiquette lessons that had been shoved down her throat, because she would never have been able to compose herself for as long as she had. She rushed out the doors as inconspicuously as possible and tried to remember where the washing rooms were, but couldn't. Rebecca pressed her hand to her chest to try and prevent the onslaught of tears, but she couldn't, and dropped down into a chair, burying her face in her hands.

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notagrapefruit
2009-12-30 07:27 pm UTC (link)

Oh, his security detail had not been happy when he'd explained things to them. In fact, the first sixteen times that he pleaded with them to bring him to the Corner/Englewood wedding, they had blatantly rejected him. It wasn't until the seventeenth time where he'd listed off the character flaws of each of the Aurors in full that they had caved in and allowed him to go. Of course he'd had to pick up a tuxedo, although he felt rather ridiculous wearing it underneath of the hooded cloak they'd insisted that he wear.

He probably looked like a bloody Death Eater (ironic, no?) with the thing on, lurking outside the doors of the hall and scanning around nervously. Could you honestly blame him? He'd been attacked and he'd seen the man. He was a little sore from the onslaught, true, but his real concern and worry had been for Rebecca. How unfair it was that she couldn't know he was alive until -- well, until today, right now. His eyes lit up as he spotted her barreling out of the hall, but when she collapsed into the chair he just winced.

He was so apologizing about this for years...for multiple reasons. Euan cleared his throat as he knelt down to clasp Rebecca's hands, hoping she'd see him despite the fact he was partially shaded underneath the hood.

"You know how I hate to see you cry, Rebecca."