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Fic: Three for a Wedding

Title: Three for a Wedding
Creator: drizzlydaze
Rating: PG
Setting: Something Blue, Hell’s Bells, post-series
Word count: 313
Prompt: Star of Chaos, which calls for a remix. Chaotic.
A/N: Weddings are so boring. Remix of Three for a Funeral.

You felt a particular kind of happiness in that moment—as certain as bliss, as freeing as glee, as passionate as ecstasy, as soaring as jubilance. It was then that you knew, as it seemed for the first time, that that brand of happiness was called love. It had come so suddenly that you did not think, only rejoiced in its arrival; so overwhelming, it must have sprung straight from your heart. Any unease you may have had was erased (she was an Etch A Sketch, he sand down a timer). Your heart was full (of his blue eyes; of her gold hair). You thought, insipidly, that the other was sweet. You saw only eyes and hair as you whirled in this saccharine air-world, the best world—

—the wind rushed back in and your sights cleared. There was no wedding. But you’d been robbed, crept into by magic. Your feelings had been turned inside out in that moment in time. You were tainted. She saw Angel; he thought of Dru’s last words.

The second time, there is a wedding, but it is not yours. You know each other differently now, viscerally, intimately. You’re in the blood. You’re in the heart. You’ve killed each other countless times (no funerals, of course) but you tether each other to life. It’s pain, but this time you can claim the credit. Is it better, knowing that you’ve robbed yourself without the aid of magic? It must be, because somehow, now it’s not just pain that comes from your unions—now, you smile.

There is no wedding for anyone.

The third time—

You will think of a third time, when there’s a wedding and you’re in it. You’ll think it, with a bit of mocking, and that’ll turn to imagining, to dreaming, and to fantasising. And this third time, no magic, no pain—this is yours to find.


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 25th, 2013 11:00 am (UTC)
Aw. Yes, please. The romantic in me demands a third time.

Excellent remix.

Oct. 25th, 2013 02:26 pm (UTC)
Oh, you pushover! Bring on the funerals!
Oct. 26th, 2013 05:24 pm (UTC)
Very nice indeed, darling. Like a poem.
Oct. 29th, 2013 07:13 pm (UTC)
I love this.
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