.:Wedding Day:.

The sky was painted with feathered strokes of pink, yellow, red, and orange hue’s that blended like pastels with the darkening blue, giving off a subtle warm glow as the Golden globe began its trip down the horizon, its saffron rays still giving the landscape of lush greenery some light for observing eyes to admire the beauty of swaying blades of grass and wavering leaves of strong, statured tree’s surrounding the opening meadow of flowers that decorated the fully created place of well-placed pews and benches that rowed up alongside the smooth, engraved path made of stones and rocks that indented the earth evenly so strolling on it wasn’t painful nor risky. The one in charge of creating such path up to the steps leading to a podium underneath a flower crafted arch did a well job on making sure the stones used weren’t some gravel from someone’s backyard. They held a sense of otherworldly aura’s, there colors quite unusual for stones, being a soft glow of various color ranging from magenta, sapphire, ruby, and emerald. Maybe they weren’t rocks…

That was just located in the center of the meadow. A perfect place because the subtle sounds of nature made it seem more peaceful. Birds sung with perfect notes, breezes made leaves brush against one another and a distance creek gave a refreshing sound of free flowing water to echo about beautifully. Weaving between the mazes of trees quite a ways away from the peaceful place stood a tall, building, the side’s adorned with stain glass windows depicting an untold story of magic and harmony. It looked like your typical church building with grand wooden doors and snow white walls.

Though it gave the stature of a church in both look and feel, it wasn’t one at all. As a day of love to be settled with a ring, the creators of the land had thought out they would just be appropriate for the occasion though inside, it was just used for a few things. Inside, it seemed quite empty, besides a few tables lining the sidelines. One large table took up the center, but what laid upon that table will be explained later…

Walk up a bit, a door that was hidden in the background shadows is where we’ll start now. Inside, it was designed like that of a fanciful dressing room. One that every girl dreams to be in when preparing for their special day. Two occupants took up the heaven white room, both females calm in the moment.

“You did a wonderful job making this dress, Irina. I can’t thank you enough!” The long haired blonde girl stared longingly into the full body mirror, her coffee colored orbs taking in the beauty that wrapped around her figure perfectly. Silky soft fabric laced with perfection, layers of a precious glowing blue flowed down her curves, circling around her like a layered, fabric halo beneath her hidden feet that hid baby blue flats on them.

“It’s really nothing, Slagi. I enjoyed making it. Especially the coloring~.” The other blonde, who’s hair was more flat unlike the flowy, wavy strands on Slagikal’s head. She looked up from her work on sewing the last bit of details upon the dress into the mirror, looking through her evenly cut bangs at the expression of awe upon her friend’s gentle facial features. “Luna did a wonderful job on your make-up. I feared she would have gone with a gaudy look but she went for a light feathered look. It matches you perfectly. Very subtle but enough to give off a soft glow.”

“It matches the dress.”

“Indeed.” Irina gave a soft smile, her steel colored orbs flashing with warmth. She focused on the emerald green rose she was sewing in. A sash like row of subtle green rose’s lined down just like a sash upon the dress, starting from her left shoulder, weaving down to the back of where her thighs would be behind the dress. A few smaller rose’s decorated a few of the glittered layers of fabrics, the green blending perfectly with the blue.

Slagikal’s slim fingers ran down delicately of the glittered blue veil, the crown part reminding her of a tiara.

“I feel like a princess…” She spoke her thoughts out, the feeling of royalty just radiating from the dress making her literally feel like a child of a Queen and King.

“You look like one.” Irina chirped, backing up to observe her work. Pride was showing on her face, as Slagikal did a soft twirl, the fabric following her gesture, the light from the ceiling bouncing down at the subtle glitter of the dress. They both giggled.

“I can already imagine the looks of awe everyone is going to be giving you, Slagi!” Irina said, rolling her heels as she watched Slagi turn to her, her face just bright with positivity and excitement.

“You think they’ll like?” Slagi asked hopefully.

“No. They’ll love it~.” Irina corrected. Her words made the browned eyed female squeal, her bracelet filled arms coming up to her chest as her hands folded together like a child. A wolf whistle brought them out of their stupor, as they whipped around to face the doorway.

“Daaaayuuum gurl~. I wish I was the one you was marrying cause dat dress is calling me~.” The black haired girl winked, her glowing purple orbs holding playfulness and deviousness.

“Hey Candi!” Irina greeted as the short statured female walked in, being sure to close the door. A pink hue coated Slagikal’s cheeks at the sound of her words.

“You have some mad talent, Iry. This dress looks like it belongs to a goddess. And it fits you so perfectly, Slagi! You is one lucky girl.” Candi complimented, a smile gracing her lips.

“Thank you.” Both blondes spoke in unison.

“I see your dressed for the occasion, Lord~.” Irina said, taking in her friends outfit. It was a simple dress that reach just above her knees. A large purple bow tied around her waist, onto her lower back giving her a graceful, childish look, as though she had small wings. The dress was white, something both girls were a slightly taken aback from. Lord Death rarely ever wore white. But the purple flats weren’t too surprising. Candi despised high heels. Her hair was done up in pig tails like usual, but just because it was a special day, she dyed her side bangs purple and done a few small braids within the hair in the pigtails to make her seem a little more fanciful.

“Of course. It’s not like I’m going to come to one of my best friend’s wedding wearing PJ’s.” Candi replied, moving her hips side to side like a child to let the flow of the dress spin slightly.

“It would be rude to come like that I guess.” Irina nodded in agreement. She herself wore a white sundress. Nothing too spectacular but formal enough to show she cared. Besides, they wouldn’t want to steal the spotlight from Slagikal. 

“You look lovely, Cee.” Slagi complimented, making said girl smile.

“I should say the same to you. But lovely is too much of a simple word to use. I’d say… Magnificent~.” She hummed, standing on her toes and giving the most stereotypical anime pose before going back to her normal standing position. They giggled.

“Thank you…” She murmured looking down at her attire with gleeful orbs.

“I presume your ready right? We want to get this wedding started before the sun decides to go to bed.” Candi changed the subject, her formalities returning to her as a Queen should. They both nodded.

“Just a bit nervous.” Slagi piped up, taking in the whole situation. Candi gave a comforting smile.

“I bet you are. Just remember, no one is here to judge you. Just family and friends are going to be there. Hell, even the priest is part of the group!” Candi bellowed, grinning cheerfully.

“Who’s the priest?” Irina asked. Candi’s smile faded.

“Ah…” She held up a finger as she went into thought. “We don’t have one…”

“Candi! I thought you said you had everything planned out!” Irina scolded.

“I thought I did! Just… Hold your panty-hoses I’ll go get this situated!!” She scampered out, leaving Irina to sigh and facepalm and Slagikal to stand awkwardly.

~~

“This bow is stupid…”

“Shut up, you’re stupid!”

“Am not!” The fallen angel sighed and rubbed his head. He looked towards the male who sat on a loveseat not too far from where he stood in front of a full body mirror, his purple gaze focused on a phone in his hand while the other fixed a flower to his tux.

“Kizami, are you going to do something about your boyfriend?” At the sound of his friend’s voice he looked up at the angel.

“Do what now?” He asked dumbly.

“Have you been paying attention to anything?”

“I reached level 34 in Summoners War.” He chirped.

“Kizami, you dumb-nuts, don’t sit like that! You’ll ruin your suit!” The male who was putting the flower on Jake marched over to the male, pulling Kizami’s legs that were crisscrossed out so the rested on a stool. “That suit cost a lot. Be respectful.”

“Geez… Sorry mom…” Kizami huffed sassily. The blue-eyed male whipped back around and gave a hefty smack on the back of the male’s head. “OOWW!! WHAT WAS THAT FOR, BUTTHEAD!?”

“Kizami actually insulted his boyfriend for once in his life.” Jake muttered with a chuckle.

“DON’T BACK SASS ME, JERK!!” The smaller male yelled, scowling angrily at the pouting Kizami.

“SHUT UP IN THERE IDIOTS, YOU’RE MAKING TILLY CRY!!” A scream of a female voice came from outside in the main area of the building.

“DON’T CALL LUKE AN IDIOT!”

“YOU’RE THE IDIOT, KIZAMI!” It was clear that it was Bianca who was yelling back as this argument had happened multiple times between the two, Kizami and herself. Her tsundere ways have always clashed with Luke’s, and being the overprotective dumb-nuts he was, Kizami had to pull a few yandere moves to shoo the brunette away.

“Can you guys just get done getting me ready? I’d hate to keep everyone waiting.” Jake said, pulling the two out of their quarrel.

“Right…” Luke sauntered back over, looking over the tux.

“Nice bow…” Kizami said, a smirk on his lips when he took sight of the blue bow around the fallen angel’s neck.

“Kizami… I’m going to kill you…” Jake hissed, his glaring at the male from the mirror’s reflection.

“Your fiancée wouldn’t appreciate that~.” He teased.

“Kizami I swear to The Council I’m going to choke you with your own tie if you don’t shut it.” Luke snapped. His midnight orbs glaring daggers at the male who instantly zip his lips, sinking into his seat, using his phone to hide as much of his face as possible.

In no time, Luke stepped back, letting Jake take in his appearance. Not a single wrinkle was in sight on the charcoal black tuxedo. He felt like those male models on those commercials about companies selling men’s clothing.

“Do you think she’ll like it?”

“She’ll love it, buddy.” Kizami chirped, peeking up from his phone. Luke nodded in agreement, straightening out his suit, and adjusting his dark blue tie.

“I hope so…” The two males could see the anxiety etched in their friend’s features. This was a big deal. A large commitment at hand. Neither of them would ever experience something like a wedding, as their culture of being other worldly beings, weddings weren’t part of their tradition.

“Chill. Everything is going to be fiine~! It’ll be just like the movies. You’ll be standing by the podium thingy-ma-jiggy with the guy who talks forever and then Slagi is gunna walk in all beautiful and stuff and you’re going to gawk at her like an idiot but in a sexy way because that’s what the movies show and everyone is going to be all, ‘omg so perf’ and she’s gunna walk down the aisle or path thingy we have set up looking like an angel with Candi or whoever beside her to guide her with our children behind her throwing flower petals at everyone- or the ground I don’t know- and beautiful or-“

“I get the point, Kaz.” Jake cut him off.

“You’re such an idiot, Kazzy.” Luke chuckled shaking his head. A knock on the door stole their attention.

“Yo, you guys all set in there? No bromance or anything?”

“Nah, you missed the make-out session.” Kizami replied jokingly.

“Dang it.” Was what he got in response before it opened a bit and a head peeked in. “Alright, everything is ready, and you need to be out by the podium before Slagi comes out, Jake. Kaz, Luke, it be best if you get seated with the other guests so you don’t miss anything.” Evanna the red-headed female ordered.

“Yay. Sitting.”

“Keep the phone in here Kazzy.” Luke commanded.

“Awww…” Kizami dropped the phone on the seat, pouting. Evanna let Jake out, the other two following.

~~

She wringed her hands nervously, pacing slowly back and forth in the corridor. She jumped a bit when she heard someone coming. Her first thought was that it was Candi or Irina since the two were the only ones still in the building, but she was surprised to see a male identical to her buddy, Candi.

“She wasn’t lying, that is one be-a-utiful dress!” He chirped, purposely making his voice extra feminine as he saw his friend looking anxious, hoping to calm her nerves with his silly stupidity. She giggled.

“Thank Irina. She made it.” Slagikal replied, her nerves not as tense.

“It matches you perfectly. Along with the outside. Nature wedding. Sounds like something CrestFallens would do if we had weddings.” Kizami said, smiling cheerfully.

“One of your kind passed me a while ago said the same thing~.” She stated, gazing down at her dress.

“I have a feeling this theme was on purpose. Just because this whole thing was set up by my kind. We think of you as one of us now. Mixing cultures together.” Kizami gave a soft nod, his gaze going into thought before screwing back into reality. “I sense anxiety.” He suddenly stated. She sighed, looking about.

“Guilty as charged…” She murmured.

“If it makes you feel any better, your soon-to-be husband is nervous too.” He brought up, sympathy glowing in his orbs.

“Really…?” She turned her gaze back to him.

“He’s afraid he might screw everything up. He wants to make sure your day is perfect.”

“But it’s OUR day.” Kizami laughed at her reply.

“All he’s been thinking about is making you happy.” Slagi felt her cheeks warm up. Has he really been thinking about that, all day? She felt butterflies in her stomach, and her anxiety decreasing. She felt a soft, slightly cold hand on her chin two fingers lifting her face. She looked up at the glowing purple orbs of Kizami’s, taking in the swirls of comfort and courage that radiating from them as if he was feeding it to her. She sighed softly. She felt so relaxed as if someone gave her knock out gas but removed the exhaustion.

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Make me feel so relaxed with just a stare? Candi does it a lot too…” Kizami chuckled deeply.

“CrestFallens have been mistaken as angels due to their gentle nature. We tend to hold a sense of security and comfort in our spirits and when we can, we try to share it with others. Why do you think the human population isn’t COMPLETELY chaotic yet?” He said. Slagi thought about it, but a bell rung out, pulling her out of her thoughts.

“Uh…”

“Time for your big day~.” Kizami released his gentle hold of her chin, sending one last smile to his friend.

“Thank you… I really needed that. Sincerely!” She said, her heart pounding with excitement.

“No need to thank me. It’s my job~.” He did a small bow. Pitter patter of feet started their way. It was time to go. Kizami watched her steadily walk towards the end of the corridor, but quickly caught up and stood in her path.

“You’ll do great.” He stated, planting a soft, motherly like kiss upon her forehead before dissipating in thin air, like a ghost, probably to go join the others at the ceremony, patiently waiting for her arrival. She blinked in surprise. Kizami was always known to be a softy, but that was usually only towards Luke. He tended to be goofy and dorky around friends so she was taken aback by his actions.

The door creaked open, revealing a familiar face.

“You ready?” Candi asked.

“Y-Yeah. Yeah I am.” Slagi smiled, making her way over to her friend, slipping out into the main area, a hand blocking her view from the center so the after party place wasn’t given away. She was led to the doorway, and out into the dusk outside…

~~

“Now should I cheer-“

“No, you stay silent and only cheer AFTER the kiss.”

“Alright.”

“Good.” Luke gave a firm nod as Kizami settled into his seat. The pews were all filled with friends of all kind, and the outer part was surrounded by instruments with designated players. Some instruments were unfamiliar to the few human friends that were there, since the orchestra that was playing were all CrestFallens. Jake stood by the podium nervously, awaiting agonizingly for his soon-to-be bride to enter through the large arch into the meadow of the wedding. Everything was silent, even the birds. Fairies of different elements glowed about, being sure to keep the place well lit as the sun was still setting. Why’d they do it at dusk again? Oh right. Candi’s idea. Figures.

Suddenly, the orchestra played a low tune. Everyone grew rigid with excitement as the sound of footsteps brushing through grass grew louder. In all her glory, the star of the story entered, her arm looped gracefully around Candi’s as the music began to play. Everyone was in shock and was gawking. Jake himself almost thought he was lifted back in heaven at the sight of his beauty strolling with confidence to him. At first he couldn’t believe he was marrying such a beauty. It seemed too unreal. Like a dream. He wanted to pinch himself but he was frozen in awe, just like everyone else. Four children followed behind, wearing the cutest outfits as they let petals slip from their fingertips behind Slagikal’s flowing dress. The two girls, Tilly and Laini donned white dresses with bows tied behind them like Candi’s as James and Morri wore such adorable suits, like young men.

‘They grow up so fast…’ Kizami thought when he spotted his two sunshine’s following Slagi and Candi. It was only a few seconds or maybe a minute to reach the podium, but to Jake, it felt like they were stuck in slow motion and all he could see was his bride walking to him with steady strides. When she finally came face-to-face with her groom, Jake felt his dry throat moisten again as his words came back. Sort of…

“Y-You…” He exhaled. “Slagikal?” She giggled.

“Yeah…”

“Y-You’re… Beau-Gorgeo-Perfect- I…” He couldn’t find the right words to describe what stood before him. It made her blush behind the veil. The music had stopped.

“Candi, you got a priest, right?” A voice in the crowd piped up.

“Nooo…” She said, sitting in her seat calmly. Murmurs started up.

“Well how are we supposed to start the wedding!?”

“Calm all ya’ll! I gotten something BETTER than a priest~.” She smirked, crossing her arms. The children, who sat next to her, began whispering to their aunt. Rapid footsteps broke the murmurs as they neared the place. A figure scampered through the arch.

“Sorry if I’m late! I wasn’t prepared for this!” Her voice was a tad shaky and fast spoken, obviously showing her nervousness. Not everyone, but the ones of the CrestFallen species and a few humans took in recognition of the golden blonde female, her blocky glasses and sensitive blue orbs weren’t hard to forget.

“C-Creator?”

“I’m the boss~.” Candi said to herself, nodding in approval.

“I wish I got a heads up that I was doing this e-earlier…” She adjusted her glasses, scuffling like a timid bunny rabbit the podium. “That dress looks wonderful on you, Miss Slagikal. I’m not a prideful individual but I think I thought up its design quite well…” She smiled, setting a book down on the podium. “I-I hate reading in public…” She coughed awkwardly.

“Uhm…” Slagi glanced about, noticing that even the fairies and orchestra were gawking at the newcomer. She didn’t look up from the book.

“Just call me C-Star. I’d rather not spout my real name…” She spoke, gaining the two’s attention.

“Uh… Nice to meet you C-Star. I don’t mean to sound rude but-“

“I’m their creator. I’m swell friends with your creator, Slagi. I guess you can say I’m like a God to these beings, but please, don’t think of me as one. Just say I’m a daydreamer.”

“Why?” Jake asked dumbly.

“You’ve been hanging out with Kizami, haven’t you?” She stated, smiling at Jake.

“Uh…”

“I’m a Christian. I don’t want to feel like I’m trying to play God and all, and really, if I was a deity, I would be called DayDreamer. I guess you can call me that too…” She scratched her head before shaking it, turning her attention to the book.

“Wooo! Go C-Star! Wooo!”

“Kizami! I said AFTER the kiss!”

“I just thought I’d cheer for our creator, jeez!” 

“Settle down lovebirds, I want to get this reading part over with. Its long and boring and I don’t want to embarrass myself for too long…” C-Star piped up.

“You have the entire thing priests read during weddings?” Slagi asked.

“I don’t know, I just Googled it.” She shrugged.

“It better not be from Wikipedia…” Jake said quietly.

“I may be young, but I ain’t stupid. I got it from some wedding site.” C-Star huffed, a bright pink hue dusting her cheeks. “Anyways. Let’s start this. I want cake.”

~~

“Repeat.”

Jake turned his gaze to Slagikal’s, lifting her veil. A box was in his hands. Slagi along with the crowd tensed as the fallen angel opened his mouth.

“I, Aphariel, take you Slagikal to be my wife, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish our friendship and love you today, tomorrow, and forever. I will trust you and honor you I will laugh with you and cry with you. I will love you faithfully through the best and the worst, through the difficult and the easy. What may come I will always be there. As I have given you my hand to hold so I give you my life to keep so help me God.”

Salty tears began to spring in everyone’s eyes as he pulled out a glimmering ring with the most valuable diamonds engraved into them, taking his bride’s hand tenderly and slipping the piece of fine jewelry upon her ring finger. She sniffled, her own tears getting caught in her throat. C-Star repeated the sentence as before, the vow meant for Slagikal this time as she slipped a box into her hands.

“Repeat.”

“I-I, Slagikal, take you Aphariel, to be my husband, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish our friendship and love you today, tomorrow, and forever I will trust you and honor you I will laugh with you and cry with you. I will love you faithfully through the best and the worst, through the difficult and the easy. What may come I will always be there. As I have given you my hand to hold so I give you my life to keep so help me God.” She managed, through her urgent tears, to repeat the vow perfectly while she slipped a golden ring upon her groom’s ring finger like he did her. They stared longingly into each other’s eyes like a movie scene, as DayDreamer began the final vow.

“Now both repeat.”

“Entreat me not to leave you, or to return from following after you, For where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay Your people will be my people, and your God will be my God. And where you die, I will die and there I will be buried. May the Lord do with me and more if anything but death parts you from me.”

Everyone was holding back the urge to wail at the beauty of the scenario. C-Star smiled. Now was the time they have all been waiting for. With a deep breath, she used her most composed, gentle, and confident voice.

“You may now kiss the bride.” As the words slipped from her lips, Jake leaned in, Slagikal meeting halfway, letting their lips collide in the most passionate, love-filled kiss they could muster, all the love they felt since they’ve met, gushing out like Niagara falls through the single motion. Everyone let their emotions loose, crying and cheering, clapping in approval and the orchestra started up. Even DayDreamer had a few tears roll from her eyes.

“I’m glad I don’t wear make-up…” She sniffled, wiping the tears away as the newly married couple walked down the path, hands clutched together.

“You wanna get married now, C-Star~?” Candi piped up, popping up next to her.

“No.” She stated bluntly.

“Still gunna be a single cat lady, for life?”

“Yes.” She walked away from the podium, following the crowd as everyone made it back to the building.

“YAASSSSS!! CAAAAKEEEE!!!” Kizami’s squealing was heard above the chatter, the whole place erupting in laughter.