‘til death do us part [AU]
Everything is absolutely perfect- she isn’t quite as sure, about the ceremony or the flowers or how well her mother is stage-managing their poor, overburdened photographer, but none of that means anything when she has the only thing she thought she wouldn’t be able to have at any possible wedding.
She squeezes his hand right back and giggles, grinning so widely that she’s sure her lips should hurt. “You’ve done wonderfully,” She reassures, stealing a glance down towards the floor. “…perhaps we should switch shoes.” Lux jokes, “Yours look much more comfortable.”
She wags one dainty heel under the table, though neither of them can see it past the large, fussy dress, and nudges him a tiny bit before leaning over to steal a kiss. It’s the perfect arrangement for that, anyway- as is typical for the festivity, they’re seated separately from the unending crowd of guests, at a small table meant for two, side by side. The purpose is for guests to approach periodically throughout the reception, wishing good will and adding gifts to the impressive pile behind the newlyweds.
There really is no way they’ll find use for half the presents- but this is what happens, when one invites three hundred people.
Shirou tries to peer at Lux’s shoes, but of course the dress is just ever so slightly in the way. He’s sure he’ll see eventually, of course. And isn’t that a thought.
He cups her cheek the moment she leans forward, making the stolen kiss a few seconds longer than Lux may have originally intended. They are married now, after all--if there’s a better time to lengthen a kiss with a lovely, sweet woman, he’d love to know. Distantly, Shirou hears someone cheer the kiss. Hard as it may be, he ignores that.
...Mostly. Shirou can’t help but crack one eye open to look out into the crowd for just a moment, trying to see where the sound is coming from. Not that he would recognize whoever it is if he did spot them, but that’s beside the point.
Eventually, he draws away, glancing instead behind himself at the mass of gifts piled up. Part of him is more than a little concerned that it will topple over and crush them both, though he’s sure this is a foolish worry. Still.
“Perhaps later,” Shirou says, looking back at his bride with a smile. “I feel strange enough in these clothes as it is without tripping over my own feet in front of such a large crowd.” Speaking of-- “Do you know all of these people?”
