Last time she was a bride, she stood in front of a mirror for hours alone - wondering if this was the right thing to do. It was childhood's end and the start of becoming something more. For that alone, that time might have been worth it. She remembers Dick was suddenly there to escort her away, the vows were exchanged, and there was this lavish party that made her swallow her fear - make her run away her doubts, even as she glanced a far corner of the room and watched the man she now walks to walk out on her again.
This is why, flanked by Jesse Quick and Diana of Themscyria, she walks slowly into the circle. Laural leave crown her head instead of a veil because, damn it, of all the people in the world Roy Harper should look at the face of the woman he's marrying. He knows almost every line and how it got to be there. Arisa's design work hangs on her frame softly, but does nothing to hide the curves of her body. Every move is slow and deliberate...calm and assured...
No one is running away. Not ever again. He isn't going anywhere and she isn't either.
She stops before facing her beloved. The first thing she does is hand Jesse the flowers she holds, kisses her cheek and murmurs words of thanks. The second thing she does is offer Diana, her sister and creator, a salute and a serene smile. Lastly, she nods, to her brother, the best man this time and to her stepdaughter - probably the greatest silent partners in creating this day there ever could be.
Then her eyes focus solely on the man before her and now she feels weak in the knees. Great Aphrodite...
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Date: 2006-11-05 02:14 am (UTC)This is why, flanked by Jesse Quick and Diana of Themscyria, she walks slowly into the circle. Laural leave crown her head instead of a veil because, damn it, of all the people in the world Roy Harper should look at the face of the woman he's marrying. He knows almost every line and how it got to be there. Arisa's design work hangs on her frame softly, but does nothing to hide the curves of her body. Every move is slow and deliberate...calm and assured...
No one is running away. Not ever again. He isn't going anywhere and she isn't either.
She stops before facing her beloved. The first thing she does is hand Jesse the flowers she holds, kisses her cheek and murmurs words of thanks. The second thing she does is offer Diana, her sister and creator, a salute and a serene smile. Lastly, she nods, to her brother, the best man this time and to her stepdaughter - probably the greatest silent partners in creating this day there ever could be.
Then her eyes focus solely on the man before her and now she feels weak in the knees. Great Aphrodite...