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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]advancingly
2008-07-29 03:42 am UTC (link)
Sometimes---not a lot of the time, but sometimes she hated how her mind immediately jumped from one idea to the next so quickly. Worrying? What did he think she was worrying about? Juliet? No, she'd shown no concern about that at all, why would he think she was worried about whether or not his sister was engaged? That didn't make sense. What she really was worrying about, he would have no idea, unless Caradoc had suddenly become insanely in tune with her emotions and feelings and actually thought past---

--thought, had he--

Nooo. No, right?

He didn't look too proud of himself, or at least, he wasn't happy. Relax, stop worrying; he wouldn't be telling her to ignore his silly reaction toward Juliet's supposed secret. Emmeline's lips tightened greatly, knowing that Caradoc had joked (or at least she thought) about reading her mind more than once, but he hadn't, right? He wouldn't?

Well, no, he would, but--

Fighting against a rather loud voice saying to trust him, Emmeline let her foul mood get the best of her and she dropped her hands from around his neck, stiff and stoic in the sea of dancing bodies. "Beautiful, Caradoc, really. Can you see what I'm thinking now?"

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[info]docstheword
2009-05-30 04:08 am UTC (link)
No. He should say no. He should state that he had no idea what she was thinking about then, even though Caradoc had a fairly good idea of very distinct thoughts she was cursing about him at this point. He was telling the truth! He had only looked into her mind for a few seconds, not daring any long because she might notice, making this happen. But for some reason beyond him now (it had seemed like the only appropriate thing to do a few seconds ago) had decided to tell her that he had poked into her inner thoughts without her permission.

Because... there something was wrong with him, tonight. Perhaps it was the fact that they were at a wedding (together, he might add, but he had sufficiently distracted himself adequately to not be bothered by it), or mostly because of this Juliet development, but it felt like he could barely control himself. Ugh. He might as well just be dubbed a Gryffindor for fuck's sake, because that was honestly how he had acted---

Too bad he couldn't tell Emmeline that.

Caradoc quickly let go of her as she went rigid. He really should have prepared himself more appropriately for this. Obviously she was going to be in a bad mood because her best friend was getting married... and it really didn't help that the person she was marrying to didn't exactly make her feel comfortable in the slightest. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"No," he replied soothingly, his eyebrows shooting down to help convey nothing short of guilt across his face. She was not going to believe that. Caradoc scratched the back of his neck awkwardly for a second and pulled his lips in tight. Emmeline was at least going to hit him, so he should prepare himself for the worst.

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[info]advancingly
2009-06-01 04:24 am UTC (link)
She blinked quickly, forcing herself to boil down the anger that was quickly rising up within her. No, she couldn't cause a scene at her best friend's wedding, Anneliese would kill her. It was just so infuriating, and all it caused Emmeline to do was think back to any time she had felt like he'd read her mind and had dismissed it as paranoia. Had he done it before? Dedalus said he couldn't control his mind reading sometimes, was Caradoc that perfectly in tuned with his abilities?

"You are---" she began in a low hiss, but was gripped tightly in the arm and dragged into the crowd by a nearly hysterical Ellie Bell. At first Emmeline thought there was something wrong, that something terrible had happened, but the loud shrieks Ellie was emitting weren't that of tears or terror (so sad that being tortured was where her mind went) but that of exaggerated glee.

Emmeline spotted Anneliese standing on the small stage, waving her beautiful bouquet around her head, and she quickly figured it out. Ooh. She flushed deeply, yanking her arm out of Ellie's grip but remaining by her side. Oh, this was brilliant, really. She had no desire to catch the bouquet when she was so terribly annoyed at her boyfriend. The last thing on her mind would be catching the damn thing, as getting married next was not only unlikely but highly unfavorable at the moment.

Though---it would make Caradoc cringe and fall to the ground in absolute terror (or death, he may even die), wouldn't it?

Emmeline twisted her neck to find him in the crowd and smiled brightly, turning back to Anneliese with a look of excitement. Oh, Caradoc didn't need to have any idea that she had no intention of actually making a dive for the flowers. She just needed to bounce on her toes a bit, and nudge Ellie around as if that were the case.

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