Post by Alexander on Dec 4, 2018 22:09:01 GMT -6
Damon moved slow, fixing the tie in the mirror. He wasn't too prepared for this day, but he also wasnt going to act out, either. He decided against the jacket and rolled the sleeves on his shirt, buttoning them up at his forearm. His mind traveled to different things as he got ready, daydreaming about how much he could drink tonight as well as wondering just how he could keep himself away from Emery long enough before she went ballistic on him. He smirked to himself in the mirror, running his fingers through his hair to make it puffy, and them spritzed a little cologne on him. Even though his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest, he had unfortunately done everything that he possibly could, putting this wedding off until the last second.
But now it was time. He was to be at the altar in a couple minutes and she would soon follow along with those she chose as bridesmaids and their flower girls. The wedding was going to be broadcasted on television, the highlight of the century. It wasnt every day the crown prince was to be married off, much less to a girl who held no power to her name, but Damon knew exactly who Emery was. With growing up together, they had both done their fair share of pushing one another down and making them cry. As they grew older, he took to his books and studies during the day, but his personality was different at night. Stuck to keeping a low profile, Damon went by a different name and would always have himself look different when he went to the underground boxing network. Since many of them down there did it without any repercussions, it was a relaxed environment with the occasional losing teeth, bleeding, and being ran to the hospital for a possible concussion.
He took a deep breath, double checking that he looked okay, and tucked the little pink and white flower bundle in his pocket. He walked smoothly with his head up, saying a polite hello to the news reporters but nothing more. They wanted the details of his marriage; if it was staged or not; how he knew her. Even though her reputation was just as horrid as her personality towards him, he would never, and will continue to never, disrespect or talk ill about her to anyone. In his mind, it was different. He was blinded by cameras when he stepped in, but just like he had since he was a child, he walked straight on with a smile on his face. He would show them their charming side, and later on when everyone had departed, he would become more relaxed.
He stood next to the podium, hands tucked into his pockets. While he waited patiently, he could see his mother beaming with pride and his dad as emotionless as ever, but his siblings all sat next to them with their own children. On the other side, Emery's parents were there along with the rest of her family that was invited, and he gave them each a warm smile. It was the least he could do since his parents were both close. The music started and one by one the flower girls came out, littering the walkway with rose petals of two different colours. They moved with grace, hair curled and big grins, and followed right after them was her bridesmaids and his groomsmen. His best friend was chosen as his best man, and once he was up there, he gave Damon a hug of congratulations. If only he knew.
Finally, who he had been waiting for finally stepped out. The veil covered her face, but he could still make out the little nose and the lips that were turned into a frown. She didnt want to be here as much as he did, and he suddenly felt guilty for her having to do this. The dress, clinging to her body in all the right ways, had instantly made him have issues in his pants but he ignored it, waiting until she was standing before him to smile. His hands moved slow, pushing the veil back, and then he ran his fingers over her cheeks affectionately.
"Ready to do this, Emmy?"
But now it was time. He was to be at the altar in a couple minutes and she would soon follow along with those she chose as bridesmaids and their flower girls. The wedding was going to be broadcasted on television, the highlight of the century. It wasnt every day the crown prince was to be married off, much less to a girl who held no power to her name, but Damon knew exactly who Emery was. With growing up together, they had both done their fair share of pushing one another down and making them cry. As they grew older, he took to his books and studies during the day, but his personality was different at night. Stuck to keeping a low profile, Damon went by a different name and would always have himself look different when he went to the underground boxing network. Since many of them down there did it without any repercussions, it was a relaxed environment with the occasional losing teeth, bleeding, and being ran to the hospital for a possible concussion.
He took a deep breath, double checking that he looked okay, and tucked the little pink and white flower bundle in his pocket. He walked smoothly with his head up, saying a polite hello to the news reporters but nothing more. They wanted the details of his marriage; if it was staged or not; how he knew her. Even though her reputation was just as horrid as her personality towards him, he would never, and will continue to never, disrespect or talk ill about her to anyone. In his mind, it was different. He was blinded by cameras when he stepped in, but just like he had since he was a child, he walked straight on with a smile on his face. He would show them their charming side, and later on when everyone had departed, he would become more relaxed.
He stood next to the podium, hands tucked into his pockets. While he waited patiently, he could see his mother beaming with pride and his dad as emotionless as ever, but his siblings all sat next to them with their own children. On the other side, Emery's parents were there along with the rest of her family that was invited, and he gave them each a warm smile. It was the least he could do since his parents were both close. The music started and one by one the flower girls came out, littering the walkway with rose petals of two different colours. They moved with grace, hair curled and big grins, and followed right after them was her bridesmaids and his groomsmen. His best friend was chosen as his best man, and once he was up there, he gave Damon a hug of congratulations. If only he knew.
Finally, who he had been waiting for finally stepped out. The veil covered her face, but he could still make out the little nose and the lips that were turned into a frown. She didnt want to be here as much as he did, and he suddenly felt guilty for her having to do this. The dress, clinging to her body in all the right ways, had instantly made him have issues in his pants but he ignored it, waiting until she was standing before him to smile. His hands moved slow, pushing the veil back, and then he ran his fingers over her cheeks affectionately.
"Ready to do this, Emmy?"