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Post by aly on Mar 21, 2011 12:49:11 GMT 10
 | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,335,true] Alyson Kent hadn’t made up her mind. When it came to certain things, Alyson Kent never made up her mind. However, this particular issue was one she really did need to decide on if she was going to marry Finn. Ha. Well, that was a question for the gods, or the fates, or someone that wasn’t miss Kent, because she seemed satisfied to pretend to herself and the world that it was simple and nothing else was going on under the surface. However, she was good at that, and it was a different choice entirely to the one at hand- even if they were related. Her current choice was this: To have a church wedding or to not? She’d like to say it was a much simpler question than the other, but she was Alyson Kent, and nothing about planning her wedding was every going to be simple. Letting a perfectionist with expensive tastes and a flare for design plan her own wedding was never going to be a smart idea. She was actually surprised she wasn’t talked out of it. Or maybe she was and she just refused to listen? Heh, that sounded exactly like something she’d do, to be honest.
Tilting her head, Alyson considered the exterior of the building. It did look really pretty. The church was built when the town was first foundered, and Alyson wasn’t sure exactly when that was, but she knew the building was really rather old. That was something it had going for it. Something she knew Finn would agree with her on. The architecture was just gorgeous. She knew that any photos taken in and around the building would look spectacular, which was an important thing to note. The thing for Alyson was though, was she really a church wedding kind of girl? Neither she nor Finn were at all religious, so it wasn’t like it would hold any great meaning- she didn’t think. She hadn’t exactly asked Finn yet if he was attached to the idea of a church wedding. That’s what today was about. The thing was though, everyone got married in a church, and this one was one of the prettiest in Capeside, so it was a really really popular choice. And well, Alyson didn’t want to do anything ordinary for her wedding. She was a stand out sort of girl, and shouldn’t her day reflect that? She was also a fairy-tale sort of girl, which would fit a church wedding. Arg! Too many choices.
A hypocrite- that was exactly how she felt as she stepped over the threshold and into the building. The world’s biggest hypocrite. She was sure if God (or whoever) was up there had seen her actions over the last week, she’d have been struck down by lightning for even looking at a church. She wasn’t exactly the virgin Mary, and hadn’t been in quiet a while. In fact, if last night.. and come to think of it that morning in the shower was anything to go by, she shouldn’t even wear white. And that had just been with Finn. If you took into consideration everything that had happened with Max. Well, you may as well stick a red light on her and call her Jezebel. Alyson bit her lip. Thinking about that made her feel physically ill. She really didn’t understand herself, or know why she did the things she did sometimes. It was like she was two different people when it came to Max. Only, she wasn’t sure anyone else would see it that way. She could claim evil twin all she liked, they’d see it as cheating and condemn her for it. More than she had already condemned herself.
She couldn’t afford to think about that sort of thing now though. Any moment now Finn was going to arrive so they could look over the church together, then they were going to lunch. Now was really not the time to fall apart over her bad choices, unless she was prepared for Finn asking her why she was throwing up on a pew. Besides which- throwing up in a church would probably solidify her one way ticket to hell and she already had a first class ticket reserved in her name, so she really couldn’t risk it. Focussing her mind on Finn and Finn alone, Alyson moved slowly up the isle. Trying to picture what it would look like, the church full of her family and friends, Finn standing at the altar waiting for her, and her in a gorgeous white dress. Smiling, she bit the inside of her lip. It was definitely a pretty picture. But then, any picture that involved her fiancé’s beautiful face waiting for at the end of an isle was an attractive one to Alyson. Despite her actions, she was completely head over heels for Finley Heaton.
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Post by finn on Apr 17, 2011 0:00:08 GMT 10
 Things had been nothing but hectic for Finn recently. When he wasn't at work, he was out looking at table decorations, or flowers, or different types of confetti, or making decisions about confetti or - wait, where they even going to have confetti? What did he think about the whole thing? Of course, it was nice, because it meant that when he was at home he dedicated himself to Aly and only Aly - and maybe it meant that he was able to pay her more attention, appreciate her more. But sometimes, he really did just wish that the whole thing would settle down for a little while. That she would settle down for a little while. He loved spending time with her - he really did. Obviously he did. Marrying her was going to make him the happiest guy in the world, that was why he'd proposed and why he'd felt new heights of joy when she'd said yes. But sometimes, just occasionally, he wished that they could go back to when the time the two of them had alone could just be relaxed again. Okay, no, being with Aly had never been relaxing, so much, but... it had definitely been more chilled than this.
He wasn't that bothered by the fact that she was wedding crazy. He was glad that she was excited, honestly. It meant that she wasn't really regretting saying yes, right? Someone who put so much effort into planning something must really care about it. Of course, being Aly, he also knew that she was going to be a big fan of the spectacle of it all. Most of the time, he figured that it was better if he just let her take control and plan and rant and do whatever it was that she felt the urge to do to make the day perfect. He had faith that she'd make it into exactly what she wanted it to be. All he needed for the day to be perfect was for her to be standing next to him at the altar, so what did he care what kind of flowers they had or where his great aunt sat? He'd decided that all he was going to do was try to make sure she kept her feet at least in sight of the ground. He was all for fantasies, but he liked to at least stay in touch with reality. Aly was enough of a dreamer for the two of them - somewhere along the road, he'd been forced into practicality.
Today, however, a decision had to be made that legitimately needed the input of the two of them. He was easy with most of it, but he did think the venue was at least a little important. It was going to be a day he remembered forever - where it happened was kinda vital, right? So this was why they were going to lunch. He longed for the day that they could go to lunch and just laugh about stupid things, rather than talk over whatever options had just been presented to them, but what the hell? Maybe he'd just spend the whole time staring at her pretty face and thinking about rainbows. Or... motorbikes, or something else incredibly manly. Clearing these thoughts from his mind, he sighed, adjusting his bag on his shoulder as he caught a glimpse of the church in the distance. It really was beautiful. But was it wrong to get married there without it really meaning something? He'd talk to Aly about it. It was traditional. Honestly, he was sometimes a fan of traditional. Sometimes.
After quickening his face at the sight of the church, he arrived at the entry, glancing over the doorway before he jogged through it and found himself at the opposite end of the room to his fiance. He felt dorky, knowing that the grin that was spreading over his face was there because she was there - he thought he'd be over it by now. But he wasn't. Maybe it would never go away. Maybe thinking, or knowing, that it would never go away, meant that marrying her was exactly the right thing to do. Not that he had any doubt that it was in the first place. Sneaking up behind her, he quickly wrapped his arms around her stomach, squeezing her tightly as he leaned down into her neck. "Pretty, isn't it?" He spoke right into her ear, pulling back as soon as he was done so as not to get whacked by her head as she reacted. Wasn't going to be a very nice lunch if he was concussed.
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Post by aly on Apr 18, 2011 15:16:03 GMT 10
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,335,true] Lost in her fantasies, Alyson hadn’t heard Finn enter the church. She was far too busy standing at the altar, trying to imagine how she’d decorate the front of the church. Was moving the huge cross on the wall behind an option? Or could she just cover it or something? Frowning, she wondered how much she could actually get away with changing. Like, how possible would it be that the church would allow her to paint the walls. Or if she could re-arrange the pews. None of that was probably possible at all, but Alyson couldn’t help wonder. She knew she was being a particularly difficult person to be around when it came to the wedding. That she was being highly demanding and wanted everything to go a certain way. However they only had a few months left and she had so much she needed to do, so of course she was stressed. Any woman who’s planned a wedding would understand her stress to a degree at least. It just didn’t help that on top of all that she was a perfectionist with very high standards. She was so far behind on her planning because she just kept vetoing everything because it wasn’t good enough.
Feeling Finn’s warm, strong arms snake around her stomach surprised Aly, however she grinned, leaning back into his embrace as he spoke softly. A shiver ran down her spine as his breath tickled her ear. After all this time he could still make her shiver and tingle. That was something, wasn’t it? Who cared if she didn’t have the passion with Finn that she had with Max. Was that even that important? They had passion in their own way. It was the ‘I want to touch you all over all the time’ sort. The fun sort. Not the heavy ‘I want kill you, I want to kiss you’ sort that Max incited in her. Real love couldn’t possibly be bred from hatred could it? It had to be built on something more stable. On someone more stable. What she had with Finn had to be real. It was just... all the angst with Max clogging up her powers of reasoning. She just needed to get him out of her system once and for all, then things would go back to the way they should be. And she wouldn’t be plagued with her guilt, and feeling like she was scum most of the time.
Turning around to face her soon to be husband, Alyson wrapped her arms around his neck. “Not as pretty as you.” She cooed, grinning as she pulled him into a kiss. As if to prove that they had passion, Alyson let the kiss build a little, tugging on his bottom lip teasingly as she did. Fingers tugging at his hair. After a few moments, she pulled away, but kept her hands entangled in her hair. “Hey baby..” she murmured, kissing his nose with a grin. “Seriously though, it is gorgeous. But I’m not sure if it’s us.” She screwed up her nose a little, pulling away from her fiancé to look around. Biting her bottom lip. “It’s so cliché too. I just don’t know.” Turning back to Finn, Alyson let out a low sigh and nuzzled her face into his shoulder. “It’s too stressful. The venue is like, the most important thing and if we get it wrong the whole wedding will be messed up.”
She was being over-dramatic, sure, but she meant it. Everything, all her dreams and planning hitched on where they had the ceremony and the reception. Still nuzzling his shoulder, She looked up at him. “You like it here though, don’t you?” The question was soft. Not accusing at all. She knew Finn well enough to know he liked traditional at times. As much as she had taken full control of the planning, she still wanted Finn to be happy. She was selfish, yes, but not so selfish that she was willing to completely ignore Finn’s wishes on his own wedding day. Though, she knew that she would never be able to forgo what she wanted completely for Finn. There wasn’t anyone in the world that she would do that for. It was a sad truth, but one she had realized about herself. One that she wasn’t sure she could ever change.
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