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We staked out on a mission to find our inner peace
Who| Jessica & Albert
What| Wedding planning
Where| A bakery, then perhaps elsewhere
When| Pre-Crowning
Warnings/Notes| N/A? Will edit if needed.
In all honesty, Jessica was looking forward to planning Albert's wedding. With all the chaos, the death, the brandings, everything that seemed to constantly explode in their laps, something bright and positive would make life seem positive, if only for a little while. Jessica had always wanted to get married, but she knew that sort of future would never really be in the cards for her, so living vicariously through Albert and Jet would be a decent substitute. Still, it made her long for her family and for what could never really be, and it made her heart ache just a little. She didn't let on though, sampling the varies cake varieties offered by the upscale bakery she and Albert were visiting. Outwardly, everything seemed fine, mundane, normal. And that's how she liked it. Smiling, she swirled a bit of whipped cream onto a spoonful of peach cake filling.
"I still think you should really go all out. The bigger the wedding is, the more sponsors we can drum up. And after last arena, we could really use a few more..." She raised her eyebrows over her octagonal sunglasses.
What| Wedding planning
Where| A bakery, then perhaps elsewhere
When| Pre-Crowning
Warnings/Notes| N/A? Will edit if needed.
In all honesty, Jessica was looking forward to planning Albert's wedding. With all the chaos, the death, the brandings, everything that seemed to constantly explode in their laps, something bright and positive would make life seem positive, if only for a little while. Jessica had always wanted to get married, but she knew that sort of future would never really be in the cards for her, so living vicariously through Albert and Jet would be a decent substitute. Still, it made her long for her family and for what could never really be, and it made her heart ache just a little. She didn't let on though, sampling the varies cake varieties offered by the upscale bakery she and Albert were visiting. Outwardly, everything seemed fine, mundane, normal. And that's how she liked it. Smiling, she swirled a bit of whipped cream onto a spoonful of peach cake filling.
"I still think you should really go all out. The bigger the wedding is, the more sponsors we can drum up. And after last arena, we could really use a few more..." She raised her eyebrows over her octagonal sunglasses.
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"And I think I preferred the buttercream over the peach," he says, despite reaching for another taste with the tiny spoons provided. What can he say? He's a traditionalist. "It's a shame they don't know how to make baumkuchen though. That's traditional where I come from."
Though he's not sure Jet would like it, not for their wedding, so he's sticking to something more American. He sort of likes the elaborate colors Americans use for their wedding cakes anyway and Panem has taken that look to the extreme.
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"What's wrong with how I dress? I do the best I can despite that woman's best efforts, you know."
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After a moment (and a swallow) he calms down. "It's supposed to be... I don't know. Classy."
He may possibly be pouting.
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"You I trust. Just not anyone else."
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If they have several years, anyway.
Maybe she has a point...
"Nevermind." He busies himself with the new serving of cake, this time with whirls of raspberry worked throughout the white cake.
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"Right." She watched him eat the cake, shaking her head slightly. "Let's go over the color scheme one more time. I want to make sure I have everything perfect."
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"Gold and silver, like the rings." He reaches over to snag her hands, grasping them gently in his larger ones. "Jessica, you know how much I appreciate all the work you're putting into this, don't you?"
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"I can't help but be sentimental; I'm getting married." If there's any time to be sentimental, it's now. "I... well. There is one thing I'm worried about."
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At least the tower affords them a little privacy compared to any Joe Shmoe on the street with a camera phone.
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"There's no reason to be embarrassed. You've seen me dance. I'm kind of amazing, And with any luck, you'll be just as good."
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"But you're right, I have seen you dance, which is why I asked you." He smiles a bit at her, but it's a nervous sort of smile. He's not thinking of backing out, not on anyone's life, but this is a huge deal and it's kind of catching up with him considering all the planning.
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But to get it this way? To make a mockery of what's supposed to be a happy occasion shared with his new husband and their friends into some sort of over the top spectacle that rivals a Crowning? Standing in the direct spotlight all night, with every eye in the Capitol on him and his partner? It makes his stomach churn.
"Relaxing is a little easier said than done." He doesn't meet her eyes, his sheepish grin more of a grimace at the corners. "I'm not used to the limelight, Jessica."
As if it's some secret. If she seen him in any interviews or television appearances, that much is obvious.
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"You weren't meant for this life, Albert. I'm so sorry you have to do all of this."
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He looks at her, so bright in facade but still struggling after so much loss. He can see it too easily and he's for once glad of the highly distractible and shallow nature of the Capitol that they can't see how raw she still is for the dazzling lights she holds around herself like armor.
A small smile tilts the corners of his mouth. "At the very least if I can dance for a few minutes without embarrassing myself and my teacher, I'll count it a victory enough to outweigh everything else."
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"You're trying to make me feel something. I just I know it." She closed her eyes, exhaling heavily. "It's dangerous to be soft." But then again, she'd been hard all her life and she'd still lost everyone.
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His voice lowers, barely carrying past their immediate vicinity. "I don't agree, though. Softness is not the same as vulnerability. Feeling isn't a weakness."
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But Jessica is not so open and he won't give her away at her own request. As much as he can see it when she looks at or talks about Barbie, there are other more complicated factors he's not entirely aware of, he's certain of that. It just makes him want to fight that much harder for this world to recover, to give Jessica that chance at happiness, at the wedding that he can tell she so desperately wants, and not vicariously.
"So what sort of dance, do you think? I'd like to surprise him but it can't be too difficult."
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"You'll want to dance something with him, right? So we'll go with something basic and classic, that he can pick up quickly. What about a waltz? It's not too complex, once you get the basics down, and it's always a crowd pleaser."
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The last time he'd waltzed had been with Jet, but his partner had lead and it was a little embarrassing all around. Especially given their sleep-deprived state and the fact that they'd been doing it to pass through jets of fire that popped up in 3/4 time.
Their lives are so strange sometimes.
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end soon?
here's good <3
He takes her arm in the crook of his and nods, smiling. He's so full of a myriad of feelings over all of this that he knows he's been inconsistent, but Jessica's put up with all of it, and even built some silver linings. She's radiant and so very much not the girl he'd argued with in his first week here.
He'll protect her, he decides to himself. If anything happens with the Rebellion, or within the Capitol, or anyone wants to do her harm, he'll protect her.