One kiss from Heaven (Fiona/Fable Wedding; 80th peeps)

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One kiss from Heaven (Fiona/Fable Wedding; 80th peeps) Oct 9, 2020 22:21:51 GMT -5

Post by * on Oct 9, 2020 22:21:51 GMT -5

Fiona [Zachariah?]

The jitters were everywhere and I could feel it like all the wires in my body were being crossed. My stomach was in knots and my fingers quaked without stopping. My heart was racing as Quest had gone to deliver my need for him to show up before this walk down the aisle. I couldn’t be more happy to have Quest here, and thank Ripred she showed up a few days before because planning this to the last detail wouldn’t have been possible without her. She was my rock at this time and I remember how much she was that solid bit of life I needed after waking up into this new life where we were all broken.

“Come on, Fable…” I paced along the corridor that led to the backyard where I knew Fable and the gang would be hanging out. The wedding was less than an hour away and I’ve not been able to be near him in over twelve hours and to be honest, the sleep I received was less than satisfactory without him.

An absence that was never welcome.

Then footsteps.

It was so subtle at first, hearing the door click and the soft steps until I pressed my back against the wall, nearest where he just entered. “Fable, is that you?”

I took a deep breath, hoping that Quest’s journey had brought out the one person I desired to have in order to keep these nerves at bay that I’d been feeling for the last week. “It’s me.” His delicate voice, deep yet rich with a gentleness soothed my heart instantly and it was everything I needed. I’d yet to even get my dress on just yet, lace up the corset or even put on the matching shoes. My hair was done with a light curl, pinned up and make-up applied but right now, it just seemed all too materialistic compared to what he does for the soul.

“Fable.” I hesitate, biting into my lips. Even after five years together, I still wanted to question what my heart needed to hear. “ Are you sure you want to marry me?”

He’s startled cause he only responded with my name at first but he confirms what my heart wants to hear from him. The simple words that he wanted nothing more in his life. I wish I could see his eyes and watch his lips say those words, but per tradition, it’s against the code of marriage days. The bride was not to be seen by the groom until the music starts and the bride is escorted down the runway. I could feel my eyes welling up but I knew that Quest would kill me if I had ruined her artwork she painstakingly prepared for this day.

It’s the answer that made me mentally more aware that Fable didn’t care that I came from a broken past or that I had escaped my own death. He couldn’t care less about the scars I harbor or the mental blocks I suffer from the games. I just couldn’t seem to wrap my mind around the timing that he suddenly showed up right after my return and brought me back to life more than the capitol ever could.

“I’m just unsure of our future after today. So much has happened to us since we’ve gotten together. I’m not sure of what else there is after this. I'm scared, Fable. More than you being reaped - more than the bombs that kept me away from you for two months…”

Memories and images of the first night away from when the bombs exploded burst forth into my mind. I had felt incredibly lost without him and didn’t realize how much in fact that he made a difference in just being there. Marriage would cement my love for him and everything he embodies around me. His calm nature is something that everyone could benefit from and even now, I can sense no hostility from him nor annoyance but only the comfort and genuine love he has for us.

”I understand that you’re scared and that’s okay, but you know what? Together, we’ll be stronger than ever. We’ll thrive. We have so much more ahead of us in our lives, and I bet you, good and bad, we’ll get through it all together.” I felt overjoyed and happy hearing everything he was saying to me. So much so that I became quiet and had to wipe away a bit of moisture threatening to take away the eyeliner on my good eye. It was never easy to live life normally, and this journey that we were taking already threw us some nasty curveballs. I really wanted my family to be here and my grampa. I wanted his mom to be here to mess his hair up and tell him to stand up straight, which he often didn’t do.

“I can’t see you, but I want to feel your hand. I'm afraid if I don’t, I won’t be able to make it long enough to walk down the aisle to see your goofy-ass grin.” That’s when I found the courage to chuckle among the nerves wracking my body. Again, I find the moisture wicking away from my eye in an effort to expel the evidence that I was letting this moment take over.

With my back pressed against the wall, I slip my hand around the corner of the hallway, holding out my fingers and no sooner than I did, his hand touches mine. His fingers began lacing around my own and I instantly grip his hand and squeeze it lightly. More words were uttered but I focused on tilting my head back and closing my eyes in order to breath. To encompass the world around us into nothing but us.

Fable and I.

We were against the world in so many ways and decided that today we would dedicate our lives to each other to make each other a better person and to face everything head on. Yet, I focus on this moment of touch.

His hand was warm.

Soft.

The calluses on his fourth and fifth digits must have been worn away in the last twenty four hours cause they were so smooth. I would instantly recognize the fit, too, without a second thought. “I love you, Fable.”

”I love you too, Fiona. So much.” I felt the presence of something in his voice, detecting a bit of a smile and I wish I could see it but a moment later, Quest’s voice overcame every moment I was trying to savor; trying to keep forever.

Slowly, I unlaced my fingers from his and I craved to have his touch back once more.
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Quest’s grin against her face told me everything I needed to know at that moment as I stood at the doorway, hidden away for one last moment as I looked around what I could see of this old house. The quiet hallway that used to house me and my grampa for years growing up. The stain on the floor from the blueberries I dropped when I was ten trying to bring my homemade pie to show. The burn marks on the wall from the tapestry that caused a fire one Ratmas. The memories that this house held were precious and was about to gain a dozen more new memories since his passing. I wanted him to be here with me, to throw me away to my husband to be, but the only thing that I could manage to use in his memory was the pocket watch clipped to the sash around my stomach. The weight of it bared against my hip.

The music began and I watched as Quest walked outside the door and caught a glimpse of her walking with Spenser down the aisle. Though I couldn’t see Fable, I knew he’d be waiting. My breaths must have stopped because I felt my old family friend step beside me.

“You ready, sweetheart? I’m sure your Grampa would be awfully jealous that I am getting to walk such a beautiful young lady down the aisle fifty years my prime.” He paused a moment with a chuckle while placing a hand on the crook of my arm while stepping in front of me. “I know if he was here right now, he’d be so proud of the woman you’ve become. He always wanted what was best for you and I’m honored that you would give me this gift.”

He leaned forward, kissing me gently against my forehead. “Vincent. I couldn’t be more happy to have you walk me. My grampa wouldn’t trust anyone else. You were his best friend.” My eyes began to glint as he fanned my face dramatically out of nowhere.

“You’ll ruin your face. Let’s just get you married already.” I nodded to him, laughing for once beyond the butterflies taking flight.

I took a heavy breath, letting it out slowly. “I’m ready.”

As I debuted, I instantly found myself looking down.

One…

Two…

“Look up.” Vincent’s voice overthrew my attention and I glanced up.

That goofy-assed grin was a thing of beauty to see upon Fable’s face and it made me feel so much better already. His white tux that fit him so well made me gawk at him in awe and the whole world seemed to just fall into place. I was supposed to be here. I was supposed to have gone through everything I did in my life to appreciate this very moment. The day that everything that happened is in the past. All the pain and fears that were present had disappeared and all I could see were happy moments in the making.

As I passed the first set of chairs, I began to notice the faces I’d not seen in years. Some of them from school or around town as this was a once in a lifetime chance to see a returning tribute live not only was I not a victor, but I shouldn’t have returned at all. It was a spectacle, to say the least.

Other faces registered as well. Annie sat with someone on the second to last row. She was the lucky one, coming back as a victor. I noted that she looked healthy and happy. Denali and Lex were also able to make it and it just seemed surreal that more than she had expected were able to make it.

I scanned through the faces again, running over several others. Bette and Carter sat to the right, nearer to the edge. Oliver sat with another young man, I assumed to be his person. In a moment of brief sadness I looked for Faux only to catch a glimpse of him seated closer to the front and my heart leapt for joy among all the others that actually came. I realigned my attention to Fable as Vincent patted my hand and passed it over to Fable’s.

His touch was back. I couldn’t help but find so much solid joy in this moment, grinning ear to ear at Fable. The greetings were recited and the appreciation of the turnout had been declared. The moment the vows were mentioned, my heart dropped when Fable recited his first.

His words were filled with all the good stuff. Enough that I had to dab at my eyes a few times to keep my face from running. As he became silent, I took my hand from his and took out a piece of paper. I took a breath before using it to guide my vows.

“Fable Aldric. What a fairytale prince you have become in my life. You showed up unannounced in my life when all hope had been previously lost. You swept me off my feet and carried me through the hardest part of my life. You stayed by my side and held me in the worst moments. You wiped away the tears of fear and replaced them with your love. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are patient and kind. Loving and caring and you made life worth living again. I promise to treat you with the same caring and loving nature you’ve shown me. I promise to be kind and patient with you. I promise to love you and honor every moment we have together, through the good times and the bad. I want to hold your hand until the last moments of our lives. I promise to be your best friend, your wife, forever.”

I slowly dropped the paper, most of the written vow unneeded because I could see the words through his eyes. The last thing I heard after exchanging the rings was the best part of it all.

One kiss created the heavens.

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The reception came all too quickly after everyone had been escorted into the makeshift tent; food prepared in every way. It was a grand feast for the hungry and for those that had traveled such long distances in order to attend this momentous occasion. I couldn’t wait to dance with Fable, but the guests of honor that came from other districts needed to be addressed and white gown or not, I made my way through the crowd to greet each and every one of them that graced district nine with their presence.

PAT -2218

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One kiss from Heaven (Fiona/Fable Wedding; 80th peeps) Oct 9, 2020 22:25:27 GMT -5

Post by kap on Oct 9, 2020 22:25:27 GMT -5

The day was finally here: the day I was to marry the love of my life, Fiona Zachariah. She was the most amazing person I'd ever met, and the best, most important part of my life.

That morning, before the ceremony, Spencer, who'd graciously accepted when I asked him to be my best man, was helping me get ready. He assisted me in keeping my composure the best I could. I was getting rather nervous, but I tried to hide it. The thing about trying to hide things from my brother, however, is that it just doesn't work. Spencer has always been very observant. There's not much that you can force him to overlook.

When he pointed out that he could tell I was nervous, I decided that it was best to just talk to him about it rather than try to hide it from him any further or attempt to deny it. There was no point in lying to my brother. I trusted him with so much, after all. We'd been through a lot of things together, and I didn't want to make it seem like that didn't matter at all, because it mattered so much to me. It really did.

"Spencer?" I asked. "Is it okay that I'm nervous? Scared, even?"

"Of course," he responded. "The question is, do you know what you're scared of? There's no point in an irrational fear, especially on such a special day for the two of you."

I had to think for a moment to determine my answer to his question. Did I actually know what I was truly scared of? Was whatever I was scared of actually all that big of a deal? Was whatever was causing this nervous feeling inside me actually reasonable to be doing so? I tried to answer those questions for myself.

"I guess… I guess I'm not sure, Spence." I told him.

"If you're going to be scared, you need to know why," he retorted.

"Alright, alright." I let myself think for a moment as I paused between my words. I really had to figure out what it was that had me so scared. Then, it hit me. I knew exactly what had me nervous about all of this.

"I think I'm just worried that she'll fall out of love with me at some point, and that it'll be my fault," I explained. "What if I do something wrong somehow without realizing it and everything comes crashing down on top of me?"

I loved her so much that losing her was the scariest thing in the world to me. I wanted more than anything to keep her in my life forever. If something happened and I either lost her or she left me because she no longer loved me, or for some other reason like that, I don't know how I'd cope with it all.

"You can't worry about that right now, Fable," my brother scolded. "If you focus on that, you'll never think you're good enough, and you know what, brother?"

"What?"

"You are good enough. In fact, you're the best." He said this with a big smile upon his rosy face.

"No," I retorted. "Fiona is the best, not me."

"Fine," Spencer joked. "You can be second best, then."

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As the time of the wedding got closer and closer, I was told that Fiona wanted to meet with me in a way where she could hear me but couldn't see me. Of course, I agreed. In my opinion, it had to be the best way to get my wedding jitters out. I was far too nervous. Maybe talking with her would help, especially if she were nervous, too. Trying to soothe her nerves had a chance of soothing mine, too, I'd imagine.

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I was directed to where Fiona and I were to talk, each of us on one side of a wall. I approached the wall and heard her voice. She asked if it was me.

"It's me," I told her, a smile on my face although she couldn't see it.

I hear her take a deep breath before she speaks again, and she asks me a question that I hadn't really expected. She wanted to know if I was sure that I wanted to marry her. I was surprised at her words. I was more than one hundred percent certain that I wanted to marry her, no question about it, even if I was nervous, scared, or anything of the like. I needed to make sure she knew that, too, so I told her.

"Fiona," I explained to her. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

It was true. Never before had I been so certain about anything- or anyone, for that matter. I wished I could have looked her in the eyes- her beautiful eyes- to reassure her of that.

Fiona then started to explain her own nervous feelings. She started talking about how she was 'unsure of their future' and wasn't sure what else there was after this. Apparently, she was more scared than when I was reaped, or when we were separated for months because of the bombings. At this point, I realized that she was likely even more nervous, scared or any other number of things than I was.

For some reason, right then, I knew exactly what words to say to her.

"I understand that you're scared," I said, "and that's okay, but you know what?" I paused for a moment. "Together, we'll be stronger than ever. We'll thrive. We have so much more ahead of us in our lives, and I bet you, good and bad, we'll get through it all together."

I wanted to hug her, but the barrier that separated us meant that we had to wait. Not too long from now, though, I'd see her. I'd see her, and I'd marry her.

Fiona was quiet as I spoke to her. Then, I saw her hand reach around the corner of the wall. She said she wanted to feel my hand. She said she was afraid that if she didn't, she wouldn't be able to make it long enough to walk down the aisle and see my 'goofy-ass grin', as she put it. There was a chuckle from her. It was always good to hear her laugh, even the slightest bit.

I put my back against the wall and laced my fingers with hers. I let out a slight laugh as I responded to her words.

"I have faith in you, my love," I made sure she knew. "You'll get to see this goofy-ass grin soon enough, and I'll get to see your beautiful face."

I was starting to tear up, too, and I was sure that she could hear it in my voice, but I wouldn't let myself cry yet. That was for later.

The next words to come from Fiona were words that were so simple, yet meant so much.

"I love you, Fable," she told me.

"I love you, too, Fiona. So much."

I had that goofy grin on my face right then, and it was a smile of pure happiness.

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Shortly after Fiona and I had told each other that we loved one another, Quest interrupted us, and I knew that it was time to stop. We had to finish getting ready for the wedding. It was almost time.

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When I stood in the backyard, up at the front of the people gathered there, I managed to pick out a few faces in the crowd. Oliver was seated close to the front, a boy who I assumed to be his boyfriend was seated next to him. I'd heard of his boyfriend before, but couldn't recall his name. I supposed that was something I'd find out later.

In the crowd, I was also able to pick out Carter as a face I recognized. The Theft twins were there, too. Shy Aubergine could be seen among the Eightieth survivors who were gathered there, certainly one of if not the youngest ones out of the group.

As the wedding party walked out, Quest and Spencer walked together. Spencer smiled at me and I smiled back. I actually felt ready now, and I was more excited than ever. That grin Fiona had mentioned was spread across my face.

My white suit looked pretty good on me, I'll admit, but more than anything, I was ready to see Fiona. She was the most gorgeous person I'd ever met, and I could only imagine how stunning she looked today.

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As the music started to play heads turned to see her.

I knew it the first day I saw her and I knew it now: Fiona was a thing of beauty.

I felt my heart start racing even more than it already had been. She was so stunning that I felt this sense of wonder fill me up. I had that goofy-ass grin on my face, just as she had likely been expecting to see. As for Fiona? She was everything I'd ever known and everything I'd ever dreamed of. To me, she was perfect.

Fiona was now standing across from me and I gave her a gentle smile this time. It was a smile that was to tell her that I loved her, and I was ready.

When it was time for us to say our vows, I felt a nervous feeling bubble up inside me, but I suppose that's to be expected. It was a feeling of worry that I might mess up what I say, but it was time for me to speak those words, and this couldn't wait. I had to be ready now, or this would never happen. I certainly wouldn't let this not happen, though. I loved Fiona too much for that.

"Fiona, when I'm with you, what I feel is bliss. My heart has harmony and my soul has joy. You are the greatest gift I ever could have asked for. Today, we join our lives together, and I promise that I will use every moment of my life with you to make you the happiest you could ever be. With this ring, I promise to not only be your husband, but also your lover, your best friend, and your biggest supporter."

I teared up as I spoke, yet I surprisingly didn't stumble over my words. Fiona's vows made me cry, and I couldn't stop it. Tears streamed down my face. I was marrying the love of my life.

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When the time for the reception came, I was still beaming with happiness. How could I not be? Fiona and I were now married- together as one for the rest of our lives. I was the happiest man in the world right then, and nothing else mattered.

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