Donnor and Aasha's Unholy Union

Donnor wrote:Black boots, black shirt, black pants. He had his clothes ready, all that was left to do was panic about everything else. The day came a lot quicker than he imagined it would and he had been trying to make sure everything was in order. Just as he was sitting down he heard the door close behind him, DarkLotus had just returned from dropping off the beverages and he had one last item to discuss with him before he sent him on his way.

”My friend, you have been loyal to me for so long that I consider you a brother. I know you have the tendency to get violent and I know life has dealt you a rather bad hand at times which is why today, if any unwelcome guests arrive, you have my permission to dispose of them in any way you should choose.” Placing his hand on the man’s shoulder he offered him a wink and sent him on his way. That was one less thing to worry about, now to go check on Aasha. As he began his climb up the stairs he could hear her cursing and stomping around about something. With a sigh he wondered what was wrong and began moving faster towards the room, entering just in time to see her toss a horrid pink dress into the fire. Ready to ask what the dress was for, her state of dress caught his eye and with a grin, he closed the door behind him.

”Perhaps now would be a good time to….relax?" He said as he moved closer to her. Pulling his dagger from its sheath at his hip he let it glide against the laces of the chemise until they were all cut. With all the stress lately, they both could use some time together alone.

Athorgate wrote:And so the day had arrived. Aasha was roping in, he shakes his head, no marrying Donnor but how in Loki's name did h end up where he was today. Not going to the Grooms area, nooo. He was making his way over to the Brides side! The Bride!!!

A dark scowl dances quickly across his face as he peers over his shoulder at where the groom would be getting ready. Most likely with a bottle of whiskey and a few pipes. He sighed as he approaches the door, his shoulders slumped as his hand wrapped around the handle of the door. Suddenly his face took on a bright, sinister smile as he straightened out.

If he had to stand on her side with the women, she'd at least have to wear a dress, and that pink number would be just enough to make her mad enough to spit. His mood was suddenly brighter, not that he really expected her to wear it, but he was sure she would be savage about his choice of dresses. He even shuddered at the sight of it, but it was good for a laugh.

Looking over his shoulder he tosses Scarlet a wink as he turns the knob and calls, "Hey there lil sis, you got that lovely little dress on yet?"

Necta wrote:One of the few things Necta had carried with her, right from her childhood, was a small box that had belonged to her mother. Through all her struggles, all the places she’d been she’d always taken the box. It held memories, in a sense the box held Necta’s life – bits and pieces of it anyway. She sighed, running her fingers over a little wisp of lace and silk and coloured blue ribbon.

Firmly shutting the box, Necta cradled the small item in her hand. She really would have to come to terms with the rest of it one day – but today wasn’t that day, not by any means.

Necta knocked on the door, sticking her head around to see how Aasha was doing with her preparations. For some reason there was a very large man – wearing an extremely pink bow. Blinking twice, Necta realised it was Aasha’s brother who was going to be the bridal attendant for the wedding. She couldn’t help grinning, that lurid shade of pink really was his ideal colour.

“Hi there – umm, Aasha – umm,” Necta couldn’t help blushing. Suddenly what she wanted to do seemed very silly. In many ways Aasha was a strange girl – so grown and yet so young by turns. So independent, so vital and strong – a lot of the things that Necta struggled with seemed to come easily to Aasha.

And yet . . . . . Necta felt an affinity for the girl. The struggle to shape a positive life, to find something good to hang onto – they’d both lived it, everyday and in their own ways, that struggle had marked them both.

“I umm . . . I was wondering if you needed a hand to get ready?” Necta bit her lip, then making her decision, finished in a rush. “And I have something for you. It’s a sort of bridal gift – its just something small.”

Necta wrote:Nodding, Necta smiled at Athorgate. She’d seen the look Aasha had given her and carefully held her tongue – oh that bow! This wedding was going to be something special.

At the mention of her gift, Necta held out her hand, opening her fingers to show the twist of lace and ribbon. “I wondered . . “ Necta paused, blushing, still uncertain whether this was something Aasha would appreciate. Perhaps this would be just too girlish, and yet . . . . it wasn’t the item itself, but the meaning that mattered to Necta. She would just have to try her best to explain it properly to Aasha.

“I was married once you know, and we were so happy, so unbelievably happy.”

Taking a deep breath, she continued, her speech growing more disjointed as her nerves increased. “But we had to elope to do it – my father wouldn’t allow us . . . I ran away . . . . I didn’t have my mother with me and I so desperately wanted her there, my sister had been . . . . lost . . . . . when i was only 12 and I, I, I . . .”

Necta stopped a moment, smiling helplessly at Aasha, laughing at her own confusion. “I didn’t have the support you have,” she nodded in the direction of the hulking Maid of Honour. “I was in a foreign country and away from my people. My mother guessed what was afoot and the morning before we ran away she slipped this into the pocket of my coat – I found it, with her note, when we were halfway to England.”

Opening her hand fully, Necta revealed a sweet, silky, lacy, beribboned garter. It was more like fine confectionary than an item of clothing. It was definitely for show, appearing to be unlikely to hold up more than a spider’s web. “She’d sent it with me – something frivolous and silly and special – to remind me of the things we shared, to remind me of her love and support.” Necta grinned, thinking of her mother, her earthy humour, her care for them all, her pure joy in living – no matter how difficult things became.

"When I wore it on my wedding day, I remembered what she’d written to me – that by taking this step I was taking control of my life. I wasn’t a child any longer. I was a woman, an independent woman and the things that had bound me as a child – my father’s expectations, his anger – none of them had power over me any longer. I was myself - simply and entirely myself – and that was a good thing.”

Slowly Necta held the garter out to Aasha. “My sister is lost. I no longer have a daughter. But I would like to share this with you if I may. You are entirely and simply yourself Aasha – and this is a good thing indeed.”

Ladylia wrote:Lia felt a little queasy as her feet hit soil once again. She wasn't fond of big boats, nor long travels by them. But for today...she would do it again and again. Two good friends were getting married today, and there was no place she would rather be. Getting her legs back under her, Lia looked around. Ireland...what a beautiful place... she thought to herself. Lia was glad she came, but knew as well, there would be many to try to get them to stay. Smiling at Blades over her shoulder, she waited for him to join her. Spying Callista behind him, she smiled at the woman.

Thank you for coming and doing the ceremony for my friends, Lia said warmly. Slipping an arm around Blades she laid her head on his shoulder. Let's go find where we need to be, and we need to let Aasha know Callista made it. The poor girl has enough to worry about, I know how nervous I was on our wedding day, she laughed slightly, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

Remembering that Aasha had sent in her note something about ribbons, Lia spied the path up ahead. Waiting to make sure everyone was ready, Lia began walking to the clearing.

Ghostwriter wrote:Ghost was pleased when the boat docked at the port in Ireland. The voyage across the channel had been pleasant enough and she had found happily that sailing did not pose a problem to her stomach. During the voyage Ghost and Oro had sat quietly together, talking on occasion, but just relaxing with the movement.

Ghost saw Lia and others getting off ahead of her and Oro and slipping her arm through his she walked steadily of the boat to dry land. Smiling she looked around, looking forward to this mini adventure.

What a beautiful place to get married, she said wistfully to her husband.

Looking ahead to where Lia was Ghost just followed her, seeing also the red ribbons marking the path to the clearing they were headed for. Aasha and Donnor lived in a beautiful country she thought as they started walking after Lia and the others.

Blades2005 wrote:Blades folllowed Lia up the path. He had not been on that long of a boat ride before, and he seems to be handingly it better than Lia. He chuckled a little as she seemed uneasy as she stepped off the boat. he quickly walked up to her and waited as she address the Priestest behind him. He waits, looking around at the wonderful rolling scenery around them. Ireland was really a beautiful county. Blades wrapped his arm around her holding her close as they walked up the path together.

--Callista wrote:Callista had never been to Ireland, and jumped at the chance when Lia asked if she would perform the ceremony for Donnor and Aasha. The trip over was pleasant enough, but now, stepping onto firm ground, Callista felt out of place. Running a hand through her long black hair, she smooth down her dress and decided it would be best to follow Lia and her husband to where she needed to be.

Going deeper into the wood, Callista was overcome with the powers residing in the old trees. There was a lot of life renewing in this forest, and the location itself was a good choice. The forest was always renewing itself, live, die, be born again.

Closer to the clearing, Callista could see the trees thinning out, and the location was soothing to her. Callista hung back a bit, waiting to see if she would be able to meet the couple before the ceremony.

Arthur_loxley wrote:Arthur, Lynna, and Tasite were finally in Ireland. The trip had been long, and tiring.. But all of them had informed Donnor and aasha that they would make it to the holy.. err.. unholy union. They arrived at the clearing with a crowd of other guests, and were happy to not have had too much trouble finding the area where the ceremony would be held.

Arthur wished that his brother would have sought Jah, to bless his union with aasha, but.. that was just one of the issues he avoided discussing. To each his own, Arthur thought. If a union under Loki would make him and aasha happy, he would support them. Although his beliefs were different, there was no reason to ruin his brother's wedding. Remembering back to his own wedding, Donnor had appeared drunk with aasha by his side, stumbling in. He shook his head, and decided he would not do the same to his brother, even though he readily deserved him for all the things Donnor had put him through.

He pointed out the barrels of alcohol present to both Lynna and Aunt Tasite. Well, Ladies.. at least alcohol will not be lacking! It's as if my brother is encouraging everyone to get drunk.. He laughed, wrapping his arm around his wife.

Scarletrose031 wrote:The closer they had gotten to where the ceremony was to be held the further Scarlet had hung back. It wasnt that she was reluctant to go, in fact quite the opposite. But the closer they got, the more she had to try to avoid Athor's eyes, her amusement at the thought of him being a bridesmaid almost too much for her. The fact that Aasha had asked it of him, made it all the funnier. Ducking her head again, trying to not snicker , she hurried to find a place to sit.




*OOC* Unfortunately I am not feeling well right now IRL, and am not sure when I will be able to return. So I am giving Athor the right to godmod as he sees fit. *wonders at the sanity of this but shrugs goodnaturedly anyway*

Lizabet wrote:The boat docks and Liza slips her hand into the crook of her husband's arm, glad to be on dry land. This was her first trip to Ireland and her excitement was dimmed only by the absence of her children. She looks around in awe at the beautiful countryside and spies the ribbons marking the path. Look love, I take it we go that way. She points them out to Wolf as they begin to make their way down the path.

Reaching the wedding site, they find seats near the back. She slips her hand into Wolf's entwining their fingers and kisses his cheek. This should prove to be an interesting wedding, she whispers to him with a grin. I just need to keep you away from those. She indicates the barrels of ale with a nod of her head, glad he hadn't seen them before they found their seats.