🗱 Sara/Barnham

[alcobrawlic]

[ For all levels of shenanigans, there will probably be a picture here at some point CUT ME SOME SLACK IT'S LATE ]

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MARRIAGE TIME

[moraled]

[Hey so.

Unsurprisingly.

Barnham is so nervous. He hasn't seen Sara in what feels like far too long, when she was kidnapped to be made into a beautiful bride (????), and he's been shuffling around awkwardly in his own suit (he gave up on keeping his sword after the looks Sara's students gave him), waiting to see her again.

Constantine, in a little bowtie, barks.

This sucks.

He is Suffering.

(This was your idea, Barnham, suck it up.)]

[alcobrawlic]

[ This was totally his idea. Sara could have gotten away with eloping, but she'd taken to the idea of actually having a wedding and getting to fluster her groom and that is precisely why she saved all of her complaining for the ladies who had helped her get ready: Alisa, Laura, and Emma (Fie was napping in the corner), Beatrix and... well, Clair, and thankfully not Sharon.

Either way, she manages, and by the way she walks as though she's floating, head held high, it's like Sara Valestein did not spend the past hour and a half whining about her dress. ]

[moraled]

[It's...astonishing. It's astonishing, overwhelming--the sight steals his breath away, and Barnham... was not prepared. He thought he was prepared, but absolutely nothing could have actually prepared him for this moment.

He stands at the altar, straight-shouldered, chin up...

But there's definitely an awe-struck look on his face as Sara walks down the aisle, his lips parted slightly in sheer amazement.

Oh.]

[alcobrawlic]

[ Sara barely restrains a grin until she's reached him, turning to face him. ]

You're staring, Bracer.

[moraled]

[He won't deny that. Rather, he confirms agreeably:]

With absolute wonder.

[And softly, with a touch of that wonder in his tone:]

You look incredible, Sara.

[alcobrawlic]

I only have one opportunity to dazzle you completely on a day like this... so I figured I should take full advantage.

[ But she smiles at him, endeared. ]

You look pretty amazing yourself.

[moraled]

You can consider me entirely dazzled.

[But he's recovering now from that awestruck silence; he offers her a small smile in return.]

I fear I pale in comparison, but if you are not disappointed, I will consider that a victory.

[alcobrawlic]

I'm far from disappointed-- let's just leave it at that.

[ Or he'll definitely get embarrassed. ]

[moraled]

[She knows him so well.

Barnham pauses only for a moment, and then reaches out to cup Sara's cheek.]

... Then let's not wait any longer. I believe there are words to be said?

[That's to the minister running this gig, who snaps to attention.

VOWS. VOWS MUST BE SAID.]

[alcobrawlic]

[ VOWS MUST BE SAID. And they are, though there's a spark in Sara's eye that speaks to mischief... even if she ultimately subdues it, because wedding days don't come around that often. She does, however, get to do her own vows instead of parroting the minister. ]

The way we met... sometimes I think it was just all one crazy dream. That you were one stuffy figment married to justice and I'd wake up at any minute with a hangover.

But now when I wake up, you're beside me. When I'm moving forward, you're beside me. No matter what I face, you're always by my side, and I know now that when you find the best thing in your life... you don't ever let it go.

So I won't ever let you go, Zacharias Barnham. That's my vow, and I seal it with the rest of my life.