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¤ α н r ¤ ([info]starcrossed) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2008-07-25 22:06:00


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Entry tags:alecto carrow, anneliese jugson, caradoc dearborn, christopher loftus, deidra mckinnon, emmeline vance, juliana travers, juliet nott, mackenzie goldstein, rhys nott, sebastian goldstein, vivica sloan, william jugson

Everyone!
Anneliese Jugson.

Even after she had time to officially get use to her new name, it still made her skin tingle. Anneliese Jugson, Anneliese Jugson--- she was finally married now. There was nothing else in the world that she could possibly focus on, or even think about, beside that this was her perfect wedding and she was now, officially, married to the most wonderful man in the world. Nothing could possibly even begin to bother her, because everything was perfect. Everything from the cake all the way down to their little green favors-- she wouldn't have changed one thing. Their guests were allowed to bring home everything, placeholders, centerpieces-- anything. Of course, that was to happen after she had stated it was alright to do so, and had one of her own to keep, but even then if they went home with nothing it wouldn't bother her that much.

Anneliese sighed happily as she sat, almost in a daze. Her dress still fit beautifully, and now she finally understood why brides were so adamant about no one else wearing white to a wedding; she felt nearly divine at this point.

Oh, she really did love weddings.

No, she really did love her wedding.

And Will, she loved him too.

Blinking herself out of her own haze, Anneliese slowly turned her head to face Will. "I love you," she cooed lowly, fingers reaching to lace with his. She really, honestly did. Anyone that could put up with her hysterical self like he did just days before the wedding most definitely deserved that, at the very least. Anneliese leaned forward to gently press her lips onto his for a few seconds before pulling back to smile.


[OOC] Just so everyone can start a bit earlier! Still meant to occur Saturday night :]


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[info]mckinnons
2008-07-26 07:25 pm UTC (link)
It really shouldn't be so easy to drop off her son at his grandparents' house. Deidra hadn't felt guilty at all about leaving Milo with the McKinnons (even Marlie and Melinda had offered to swing by to see him---he was such a tourist attraction), and maybe that made her a bad mother, but honestly. Did wanting to have a night of dancing with her husband make her a bad wife? No, no it did not, so sometimes you just had to give and take.

And anyway, they'd kept Milo around long enough for pictures, so.

"I think I can get my holiday moved up to the middle of August instead of the end," she said offhandedly, twisting her napkin and attempting to put it back into the intricately folded shape it had been in before she'd used it. Her eyes lifted up to Matt, "When can you, do you think?"

Her husband's idea of a holiday could not have come at a better time; the planetarium was dreadfully boring, and Noah refused to let her bring Milo in during the day unless she stayed in the lounge, and that was just counterproductive. So it would definitely be a good time to spend with the family.

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[info]mckinnons
2008-07-28 09:05 am UTC (link)
Matt had taken his napkin and folded in into a paper crane. It was one of those strange things he always did, like whenever he went into an Asian restaurant, he had to take carefully remove his chopsticks from its wrapper so he can fold the paper into a square chopstick rest. Like his wife, he had felt lightweight guilty about leaving his son at his mum and dad's - even though they had both enthusiastically took him in; when they had dropped him off, his mum had practically snatched baby Milo from his arms and kicked them out of the house.

He turned to his wife, listening to her question. "Hmmm!" he said, scrunching up his face to think. "I believe I've accumulated enough paid vacation days so far that I can take a whole month and a half off if I wanted to." He grinned. "I know I'm ready for Italy! And Auntie's traveling this year, so her villa is empty."

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