Promise You The Stars // [Embryze Wedding pt.1]
Jul 28, 2014 2:47:43 GMT -5
Post by pthalorarity on Jul 28, 2014 2:47:43 GMT -5
I swear I never knew love like this before
And for everything you are, I gotta make you know
For your love, I'd give anything for your love
'Cause baby I'd never make it alone
And forever I'll stand by your side
With all of the excitement and craze buzzing around the bridal suite, Julian almost felt as if he was about to enter the arena again. Almost. He had just wrapped up his pre-dressing interview to be aired with the Embryze wedding special that would be broadcast throughout the nation. Cream had sat in on the interview as well to discuss the styling of the event and was now ushering the groom-to-be to a private dressing room. Julian hadn’t been given much say in most of the ceremony, including his wardrobe. As part of his bargain with President Snow, though closed, this would still have to be a publicized affair. That of course meant that a certain level of showmanship would be expected. Julian Bryze was born and groomed for this sort of spotlight though, and if anything, the media helped to ease his nerves.
Cream and her usual team began working quickly undressing and redressing their human doll. Each was quite accustomed to Julian’s moody demeanor by now, so they were pleasantly surprised to find the temperamental Victor so calm. Julian surveyed his reflection as the lavish, champagne colored suit with hints of blush tones was pieced together to perfectly fit his lithe frame. He had never been one to fantasize about a wedding, nor had it been something he particularly wanted. Mace didn’t ask for much though, and though their relationship had it’s faults, Julian couldn’t have asked for anyone to be more patient with him than Mace had. So here he stood, allowing Cream to spritz the waves of his golden locks with shimmery hairspray to make the man he loved happy.
Once they got the natural, yet smoky look of his lids to perfectly compliment his icy eyes, Cream proclaimed him a “vision of perfection” with tears in her eyes. Usually Julian responded with cold indifference or a snotty remark, but with no walls up today, he couldn’t help but find himself a bit emotional in return. Every member of the styling team’s jaws nearly dropped as Julian beamed back at them and pulled them in for a light hug.
He returned to the main room of the suite for photographs and more film footage. Regardless of whether it was the shimmering fabric of his elaborate suit or the rare, wide smile and continual laughter that escaped Julian’s lips, it was clear the he was glowing today. The photography snapped several shots of the full Bryze clan: Julian, Pashmina, Serge and baby Juliet. Despite his joy, there was still a hole in his heart today where Clarity should have been. Thankfully he had Topaz to fill her role and stand by his side as he said his vows today. He really didn’t know what he’d do without her.
Butterflies ignited in Julian’s stomach as the band struck up in the distance to note that the ceremony was about to begin. Numerous hugs and well wishes were shared as the room slowly emptied with the procession. Once Topaz left for the aisle, Julian was left with his father.
“It’s still not too late to change your mind,” Serge teased.
“Dad...” Julian rolled his eyes with a laugh.
“I know, I know,” he replied with a genuine smile. “I’m so proud of you, son. I know Midas and Clarity would be too.”
Julian took in a deep breath as his father placed a hand on his shoulder.
“I think Midas is glad you have Mace to take care of you since he can’t anymore.”
“Them taking care of me?” Julian scoffed.
Serge laughed. If he would have had the ability to express himself properly, he would have explained he meant emotionally. But he did not. The music shifted once more to signal their cue, and Serge ushered his only son toward the door. “And I’m glad too—but don’t repeat that.”
The Bryze men shared a quick embrace, and Julian smiled into his father's shoulder. The Bryze's would never be the most graceful family when it came to displaying emotion or discussing feelings, but Serge's brief statement was his own way of finally accepting Mace into the family. The older victor released his son and gave him a light pat on the back as two avoxes opened the door into the atrium. The lush aisle was decorated with beautiful arching floral arrangements in blush and champagne tones to compliment the groom's suit. The crowd of guests turned in unison and cameras flashed and zoomed in as all attention shifted to the youngest Bryze victor. Julian's breath caught in his throat as the moment washed over him. The room might as well have been empty though, for there was only one man of importance present. A soft smile kissed Julian’s lips as his light eyes locked with the gray storm of a gaze that belonged to his lifeline, his hope and the salvation that he had searched so long for: Mace Emberstatt.