Up Above is Clara's dress. I know this wedding is kinda sudden but, it's just what I felt like doing.
^1 Year After the Events of Don Juan*
I stand in front of a floor length mirror. The wedding ceremony is in a couple hours and I need to get ready.
Antoinette is sitting on the bed, holding baby Meg against her chest. The baby looks like Alexander, with platinum blonde curls and bright blue eyes.
Mrs Jules stands behind me tying the corset on my dress. I wear multiple layers of white and cream fabric. Tight white stockings are on my legs. The corset restricts part of my breathing but I don't care.
I haven't seen Erik since last night. When I woke up he was gone. I don't think he even slept in the same room.
When we eventually finish the layers of the dress Antoinette hands the baby to Mrs Jules.
Antoinette sits me down, starting to curl and brush my ivory black hair. I stay still, folding my hands in my lap. After tugging and pinning my hair is pinned in a beautiful bun, parts of my curly hair left to hang and frame my face. We keep my makeup simple mostly. Only adding a single layer of red lipstick.
When my makeup is done we add the veil. I can sort of see, but I'm a little blind.
I carefully pull it back and start helping Antoinette into her dress. Baby Meg starts crying and Antoinette groans.
I lift the baby into my arms and start singing a lullaby.
Angel of Music
Guide and Guardian
Who is this angel?
This angel of music
I rock her in my arms and see Mrs Jules and Antoinette giving me strange looks.
"What?"
"Nothing. It's just that song. She likes it"
I look at Meg. She smiles a toothless grin and her eyes light up. I smile handing her to Antoinette.
"Hello my darling. Gosh you look like your daddy. If only he were here. But he's here in here" she points at Meg's chest. Meg coos.
Anty presses a kiss to the baby's forehead and we finish getting ready.
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I stand in a back room at the church. I hold a bouquet of red roses.
Antoinette hugs me. "I'm so proud of you" she whispers.
"Thank you" I whisper back trying not to cry.
"What for?"
"For being there. I love you Antoinette"
"I love you too. Now get back out there and marry that hunk"
I giggle wiping the tears from my eyes.
The music starts and we walk into the church. Antoinette holds up my veil.
I can barely see but I keep moving. I see a figure at the end of the carpet and my nervousness disappears.
I can feel his smile. A hot blush rises in my cheeks.
I don't care about what happens from here. I just want to be with him. Hear his voice when he sings. Feel his hands on me. His lips on my own.
My once staggering steps now take confident strides.
Once I reach him I hand my bouquet to Antoinette and take Erik's hands in my own. He's in a new suit. White mask. Large black cloak. I feel his eyes soaking me up.
"Hi" he smiles.
The audience laughs.
The minister looks at us and starts the ceremony. I barely pay attention. I can barely focus on the vows I speak, or the ring he slides onto my finger.
Soon all the words I hear are, "By the power vested in me, and the country of France, I now pronounce you Man and Wife. May I introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Erik Destler. You may kiss"
Erik carefully lifts up my veil. I take the time to look into his amber colored eyes before we join our lips together.
The audience cheers. I smile against him.
We break away breathlessly. He smirks and picks me up bridal style. I laugh and cuddle into his chest.
He walks me down the aisle and sets me down in the entrance aisle.
People come in to wish us goodbye.
Antoinette hugs me tight. She's crying. I smile. Mrs Jules brings Meg forward. I kiss the baby's forehead. Erik wraps an arm around my waist. He takes the baby and she smiles upon seeing him. I laugh and more people come to congratulate us.
Mrs Jules' son Christopher traps my legs in a hug. I lean down to greet him. He blushes before rushing forward and kissing my cheek.
I smile. Erik scowls playfully and whisks me up into his arms.
"Christopher. I thought we talked about this. This one is mine."
I smile and go along with it. I smile pressing a kiss to Erik's lips again.
He spins us and we leave the church. We walk to a stable and there's the powerful black stallion again.
(I learned his name was Cesar. But I like Magnus better so fight me)
Magnus has white and red flowers in his mane. Erik lifts me up into the saddle. He gets in behind me and we trot out of the city limits.
I cuddle into his chest. His head presses against mine. One arm is wrapped firmly around my waist.
"Mrs. Destler" I speak, "I like it" I smile looking at the wedding band on my finger.
"Hello gentlemen this is my lovely wife Clara Destler" Erik chuckles. "It's perfect" he smiles.
We ride most of the way to where we were going in comfortable silence. We stop outside a beautiful cottage.
It's secluded in a meadow of flowers.
Erik dismounts from the horse, then letting me down beside him. He ties up the horse before offering me a gloved hand.
I smile and take it.
He walks slowly into the house. It's smaller than our cottage in Bordeaux but it should suit us while we are here.
In the living area is a fireplace and single love seat. Erik shoves the couch out of the way and places a vinyl record on. It's a slow song.
He removes his cape and mask.
"May I have this dance?"
He offers me a hand.
I blush and nod taking him in my arms. We sway back and forth to the slow melody.
Our feet move together to the beat. "Our first dance as husband and wife" he sighs. Content.
"What do we do now?" I asked him resting my head against his shoulder.
"Well. We enjoy our honeymoon. When we return we get jobs. Have lots of sex. Maybe some babies. Grow old together."
"I like the lots of sex part" I giggled in his arms.
"Yes. I look forward to that part" he chuckled moving us around the room.
"Well if we're going to have lots of it. We should get good at it"
"Are you saying we should practice"
"Yes"
"Would you like to practice right now"
I nodded. He smiled like a 5 year old and ran us up the stairs.