http://middle-amazon.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] middle-amazon.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] jla_watchtower2006-11-04 01:31 pm

Navajo Nation - Arizona

As befitting the tradition of the groom’s people, the guests are assembled in a circle around a handmade clay tier. On this tier are baskets filled with flowers. One basket holds plants from his desert home. Another basket has more worldly flowers happily provided from a flower shop in Gotham. One holds blossoms from an island which has now disappeared away from Man’s World. The final and largest one holds a hodgepodge of plants - Tamaranean flowers share space with Atlantian seaweed and Mid-western wildflowers...white Themscyrian lilacs flank a small bouquet of orange roses named after a Wayne family botanist over a century ago. All are from gardens surrounding a tower in San Francisco which houses a family that the couple have fought with, beside, and sometimes even against but have always been a part of.

The groom, dressed in a red silk shirt and, out of respect for private memory, plain black silk pants stands...or rather fidgets...awaiting the bride. Even through all the battles, even through the challenges of Hades domain and the pair dying in one another arms, he’s still amazed he’s even here. His daughter is by his side, holding his sweating hand, swinging his arm, and smiling a smile so big it could swallow her face.

Roy Harper and Donna Troy began their relationship as their family - the Titans - began. Their fortunes rose and fell with the volatile team. Their relationship over the past 14 years has always been a potent mix of love, friendship, duty, humor, borderline insanity, and loyalty. For some, “Titans Together,” is a battle chant. To some it’s a homecoming and reminder there is a place for caped misfits and orphans to find themselves. To others, it’s a memory of youth and times past. To this pair, it’s a way of life and today just adds one more wrinkle to that statement.

Let’s begin...

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_black_canary_/ 2006-11-05 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
A subdued but smiling Black Canary gives Arsenal an encouraging thumbs-up.

[identity profile] damage-granted.livejournal.com 2006-11-05 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
Some small part of him had hoped to see Roy in a tuxedo - after all, Roy had give him more than his fair share of ribbing when the older man had seen Grant wearing a suit just before a court appearance. He hadn't been certain what to wear for the occassion, so he erred on the side of caution, wearing one of the suits Kory had bought for him a few weeks ago; given Roy's attire, odds are more ribbing will be in store.

Considering the circumstances - sitting beside Mar'i, holding her hand in his own, witnessing his "brother's" marriage - Grant doesn't mind in the least.

[identity profile] mari-grayson.livejournal.com 2006-11-05 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Doesn't he look great?" Mar'i whispers to Grant. She wiggles the fingers of her free hand at Lian.

[identity profile] starfire-kory.livejournal.com 2006-11-05 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Unsurprisingly, Koriand'r is dressed in the legal minimum of clothing, enjoying the sun as she watches.

[identity profile] boy-of-steel.livejournal.com 2006-11-05 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
For the thousandth time, Kon adjusts the tie he's wearing, fidgeting with it nearly constantly.

[identity profile] damage-granted.livejournal.com 2006-11-05 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, he cleans up well," Grant replies, keeping his voice low, looking at Mar'i briefly, then returning his attention to the groom. Grinning, he gestures in Lian's direction. "You should have heard her talk about them the first night I got back. She was positive this would happen."

[identity profile] mari-grayson.livejournal.com 2006-11-05 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
"She would." Another smile for the little cousin, so like and so unlike the Lian she remembers. "Do I look all right?" She nods down at the lavendar strapless minidress she's wearing.

[identity profile] lanternslight.livejournal.com 2006-11-05 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
Hal sits next to Dinah, and he leans over to whisper in her ear.

"Another one bites the dust, huh?"

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_black_canary_/ 2006-11-05 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey," she whispers back, "those two've been heading towards this day for years."

[identity profile] damage-granted.livejournal.com 2006-11-05 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
That conversation with Lian a few weeks ago flashes briefly through his mind. Of all the things his "niece" had said to him that night, her reference to Donna as "Mom" had really stuck with him. And, somehow, it had made a lot of sense.

Looking over at Mar'i again, Grant gives her hand a brief squeeze. "You look a lot better than 'all right,' Mar'i," he replies. He's been trying - and probably failing - to not stare at her since they got here.

[identity profile] lanternslight.livejournal.com 2006-11-05 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
Hal smirks, but there's no mistaking the pride in his eyes.

Like some other people I know, he thinks, but he keeps his thought to himself.

"Don't worry. If he faints, I'll make some sort of frame to prop him up."

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_black_canary_/ 2006-11-05 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Better have it in place when Donna arrives," she whispers back.

[identity profile] mari-grayson.livejournal.com 2006-11-05 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you!" She grins and squeezes his hand back.

[identity profile] damage-granted.livejournal.com 2006-11-05 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Looking at her again, then back over at Kory, Grant frowns just a little, his eyes focused on their hands. His free hand comes up to adjust his tie. "I feel like I'm way over-dressed," he says quietly.

[identity profile] arsenal-arrow.livejournal.com 2006-11-05 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
...What? WHAT? Oh God is he missing something? Is Dinah trying to give him a signal?

Maybe he should stop overreacting and remember to breath and he really needs to stop looking at people. It makes him kind of dizzy and nauseous and double-visioned. Where's Donna? Isn't she supposed to be here, too? Like, now? So this can be over and people stop looking at him and then they can get right to the beer and food and maybe he could change into some frickin' jeans... would he be allowed to do that?

Roy's eyes shift around nervously and he leans over, nudging Lian a little. "Hey. Think I can get away with jeans at the reception?" he whispers. Yes. He is seriously asking his eight-year-old.

[identity profile] etai-yazi.livejournal.com 2006-11-05 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure, Daddy, but Mom's gonna like that..." A beat and she motions for him to get down to her level.

[identity profile] arsenal-arrow.livejournal.com 2006-11-05 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
Assured that his offspring is often wiser (or maybe just more perceptive) than him, Roy gets down to eye-level with her. "Yeah?"

[identity profile] etai-yazi.livejournal.com 2006-11-05 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
She whispers the way kids do, so everyone can hear when she says. "Don't lock your knees or you'll faint, Daddy."

[identity profile] mari-grayson.livejournal.com 2006-11-05 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
"You look very handsome," she murmurs. "I'm looking forward to dancing with you at the reception."

[identity profile] starfire-kory.livejournal.com 2006-11-05 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
Kory leans towards Kon. "Why don't you take that off?"

[identity profile] damage-granted.livejournal.com 2006-11-05 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Thanks. Kory picked this out, actually," Grant replies, rubbing his thumb briefly against the back of her hand. "Yeah, me, too. You'll probably have to lead though. Two left feet and all," he adds, flashing a somewhat embarrassed smile at her.

[identity profile] arsenal-arrow.livejournal.com 2006-11-05 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Roy lets out something between a defeated chuckle and a sigh. He stands back up but takes the kid's advice.

It's hard to stand when you're antsy and you can't hold in a comfortable position. He really hadn't anticipated the feeling of being in a medieval torture device when he agreed to do this.

Donna donna donn-na-na... Maybe if he made a catchy tune out of her name in his head for long enough, she'd get out here. Then he could just gawk at how beautiful she is and be focused on something other than the feeling that the universe was trying to suck him in.

[identity profile] mari-grayson.livejournal.com 2006-11-05 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
"You'll be fine. It's not a competition. We're just here to be happy for Donna and Roy. Everyone'll be watching them, so we can just relax and have fun. Okay?"

[identity profile] damage-granted.livejournal.com 2006-11-05 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Sounds good," he says, giving her hand another squeeze. His eyes shift toward Roy and Lian again and he shifts a little in his seat, resting his shoulder against Mar'i's, a pleasant smile on his face.

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