Navajo Nation - Arizona

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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...

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A subdued but smiling Black Canary gives Arsenal an encouraging thumbs-up.

[starfire-kory.livejournal.com]

Unsurprisingly, Koriand'r is dressed in the legal minimum of clothing, enjoying the sun as she watches.

[boy-of-steel.livejournal.com]

For the thousandth time, Kon adjusts the tie he's wearing, fidgeting with it nearly constantly.

[arsenal-arrow.livejournal.com]

...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.

[middle-amazon.livejournal.com]

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...

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

Now comes the officiant ... Tempest, making one of his rare visits to the surface world for this special occasion. He has his own memories of Donna's first wedding, but sets them aside in favor of the new memories that will spring from this day.

"Friends," he begins, "we are gathered here today to witness the union of this man and this woman in the bonds of matrimony. Many of us have known Donna and Roy for many years, and most of us wondered when this day would arrive. Now that it has, I wonder that the gods do not sigh in relief that the long dance between these two has finally come together for now and this day forward."

[alt-minds2.livejournal.com]

Unlike most of the rest, Aurora is not dressed in anything fancy. One, she doesn't own anything that could be called a formal dress. Second, she sports an apron and her hair is pulled back in a kerchief.

The Titans' self-appointed cook is cheerfully at work with the catering. She had to ask Cassie how to pull off the stuffed grape leaves. At least hummus was something she could make in her sleep!

[boy-of-steel.livejournal.com]

He narrowed his eyes, playfully suspisicious, reaching down to take her hand, giving it a squeeze. "You know, from anyone else, adorable wouldn't be so good. You can get away with it. With you, I don't mind."