FATES INTERTWINED | Ana&Alcott | WED

[THURSTON alcott]

Ditching his clothes didn’t serve the same purpose as it did now, Alcott surmised, his deems aimed towards the way in which absentmindedly he disrobed himself before the mirror wall that stood front, rolling up the tee and chucking his jeans aside, as part of the past, knowingly from now on, everything would tinged with a different hue. Foremost necessity that cleaved to him now was to attain a good aspect, grooming with elegance and lush veneer. Would she mind if he showed up on loose shabby trousers worn out by usage, colourless and jagged? No, of course not, but presenting himself in his best attire, dressed up to kill was the best he could do to her, as bestowing himself with a bow. Alcott was reluctant that his father would pick the suit for him and even decide how he would wear it, as accorded before, each would be plainly free to choose their own outfits, and Alcott needed those blotches of brown in his garments to feel complete. Mr Thurston, however, was lingering by the door, containing the urge to swung the door open and scold his son for his bearing.

Alcott neglected everything around him, losing himself in the moment by the time he donned himself with the white shirt, button up until the top, adhering the tie, the pants, the vest and the blazer. As formal and correct as he could be, he knotted the tie and tugged the loose bits of his shirt inside his pants, acquiring an impeccable aspect, worth of a Thurston’s lineage member. Clearing his throat, he combed his unkempt locks into an immovable mass by merely passing a hand through them, enchanted to remain at place when he did so. Half hour before timing, and he knew he was already sorted for the huge event.

Inhaling profoundly, he closed his lids for a whit. By the time he was re-opening them, the bloke was settled amidst the boat’s deck, strolling without notion as he had his mother, Theresa, goading him across the wooden floor down the staircase into the handmade decoration of the place. Chairs allotted through the area in rows and columns, leaving a narrow void between the two groups of seats for a white carpet to extend beyond sight. Boat had already taken off minutes ago, with all the guests inside, prepping up for the Wedding. ‘Wedding?’ Alcott’s face turned paler by the time the idea beset him, in full awareness of the occasion.

“I’m getting married, mother” he muttered, almost like babbling, his eyes lost in the horizon as his perplexed expression spoke of a man who was slightly stumped. Comforted by the sweet dabs her mother planted on his shoulder, causing him to swallow nervously, just before displaying a grin, lighting up his features. Nevertheless, the man received another pat on his shoulder from the right side, having a thud like sound as it did, coming from his cousin, Tristan.

“Chained for good” the twit akin expressed as mockery, laughing out loud as he simply escorted Alcott to the end of the way where the things were sorted and he needed to stand, waiting for Anastasia to show up. There was plenty of time on their favour, nonetheless, at quarter before twilight, as they have both agreed on the perfect timing for the wedding.

[anastasia thurston]

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every heart in the room will melt
THIS IS A FEELING I'VE NEVER FELT BUT IT'S ALL ABOUT US

Sneaking out of her dorm in the early hours of the morning was not typical for Anastasia but, knowing the day that would soon dawn across Beauxbatons, the brunette needed to get some fresh air before being rushed into the hullabaloo of the big event. Months of planning and meetings between various different people had led up to this one day, getting very little time to herself in between. Quickly changing out of her pyjamas into a classy but rushed outfit decision, Ana tied her hair up into a ponytail and made a b-line for the dorm room door before either of her roommates awoke. Passing through the castle was eerie at four in the morning, but it felt strangely comforting to her despite the day that loomed ahead. Anastasia wasn't scared - she hadn't suddenly gained cold feet and decided to leg it as fast as possible. The nerves had finally hit, right in her stomach; something she had avoided for the past few weeks while the planning was taking place. She felt the need to be level headed and calm throughout the planning, not even thinking that it would all come out on the day. Opening the main entrance to stand ajar, Ana managed to slip through the gap without making any noise, pulling the large door shut behind her as gently as possible. The fresh summer air that surrounded her filled her lungs as she breathed in, calming her nerves for a little while. In the early sunset, she wandered the grounds, filling her mind with memories of the early days. Meeting Alcott for the first time, reuniting a few months later after her father's death, the masquerade ball fiasco, Christmas Eve by the lake... Everything just came rushing back to her in that one moment. Reaching the lakeside as the sun rose above the tree line on the opposite shore, Anastasia sat down on the grass below her feet, almost feeling overwhelmed by the memories.

The boy in those memories, with his chocolate addiction, childlike smile, blonde curls and bright blue eyes, was no longer a friend. He had become much more to Anastasia over the time they had been together. In a matter of a hours, everything would change again - just like it did when Alcott first suggested the idea. No longer a fiancé, but a wife. No longer a Knowles, but the newest addition to the Thurston family. "Mrs Anastasia Thurston..." Anastasia said with a nod and a smile, "... I could get used to that."

Ana's concept of time grew hazy after the sun rose high into the clear sky above her head; she had become so distracted by her mind that reality (especially the concept of time) had become nothing but a distant blur. Before she knew where she was, it had already hit mid morning. Gathering her thoughts and senses, the brunette took a deep breath of the fresh air before wandering back down to a more secluded part of the lakeside where, standing tall amongst the trees, a boat stood waiting for her. Anastasia boarded the vessel, her face projecting quite clearly her state of awe. She had been dreaming of what the boat Mr Thurston had promised would look like, but she never pictured anything like this.

"Anastasia?" Her mother's voice rung through the air from what seemed to be from the other side of the boat. Glancing down the deck from where she had boarded, Ana spotted her mother's head peaking around the door - a smile plastered across her face. Anastasia smiled back at her mother before almost running towards the door, allowing Melisa to open the door further and embrace her middle daughter in her arms. It had been months since she had been in her mother's arms but, despite the span of time, they still felt like home. Anastasia glanced up for a moment, only to spot her mum's eyes laced with tears. "Don't cry mum, you'll make me start!" she joked, blinking a couple of times to try and hold back the tears. "C'mon then, we need to get you ready." Melisa swiftly led Anastasia back inside the room from which she emerged and, after letting the rest of the family give Ana a warm embrace, began to work on her daughter's hair.

Minutes turned into hours quite quickly, making Anastasia feel she was constantly on a back foot when it came to being ready. Her older sister, Taylor, had spent most of the time trying to calm her younger sister down, speaking with experience about her own wedding to Scott who - sensibly - had chosen to excuse himself from the mayhem even before it started. Her main worry came from the distinct lack of presence from her two best friends, Kabriel and Jenna. Despite feeling rather secure with her family surrounding her, Ana was in dire need of seeing her friend's faces. They would turn up; Anastasia knew that both would make their appearance in no time. 'It's just the panic setting in, Ana...' she confirmed it herself, eyes glued to the door in hopes either Kabes or Jenna would appear. Time was tight and, boy, did Anastasia know it.

[kabriel lilly]

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Kabriel ran a hand through the curls she had heated into her hair, enjoying the way they sprung back up like springs. She smiled brightly in the gold embellished mirror that was hidden in the prefect’s bathroom. She had opted to prepare for the wedding on her own so for when she showed up to see Anastasia she would be prepped and good to go. Besides, she wanted her to have time along with her mother. Kabes dipped her fingers into her cosmetics purse and pulled out a few tools she knew Ivanov would describe as ‘torture devices’ and smirked. She curled her lashes, sculpted her face to be even more beautiful (but never too much as to overshadow the bride, as if that were even possible) and even dabbled slightly in some eyeshadow. Normally, Kabes liked to go bare save for some lipstick and perhaps a little mascara, but this day was incredibly special. At Twilight, her friend would don another name and they would be forever theirs. It was incredibly romantic in a way, she hoped Ivanov would possibly make an appearance as her date to the soirée. She beamed as she tucked everything away and quickly dashed back to her room to grab two perfectly wrapped gifts. Each was in a different colour. The smaller package was wrapped in a beautiful white wrapping, with some silver lace designs whilst the larger one was wrapped in a deep crimson, and Kabes had drawn little hearts all over it.

It was obvious which gift was for whom. She smiled and tucked them both away in a larger bag which she was going to use to transport some last minute details for the wedding ceremony as well. She had done some of the planning, but most of it was the bride and groom. When she thought about them, she truly realized how much she was proud of Anastasia and Alcott and so happy they were getting married. This was only the second wedding she had attended for her friends at school and she couldn’t believe it was finally happening. Anastasia and Alcott had been together forever and she was just beyond excited to be there, presenting herself as a maid of honour with Jenna and knowing full well that the next few hours were going to be some of the most magical ones ever. She made sure she had some extra place cards, some extra goodies and of course some flowers just in case the florist had messed something up. She smiled at her reflection in her bridesmaid gown and slipped her petite feet into some matching heels. Finally, she was prepared to stand by her best friend’s side as she would recite her promise to the man she loved. She was ready to be her rock for the night, knowing that it would entail a little more than she thought.

Ear to ear was the smile dancing upon her lips as she approached Anastasia in her seat. Her mother was there, adding the finishing the touches to her daughter’s long, raven hair. She beamed at the bride in the reflection of the mirror and gave her an air kiss to her cheek. “I’m so, so sorry I’m late. I was just grabbing a few things.” She showed Anya the bag and, with a mischievous smile, pulled out the little white gift. It was something from Kabriel to Anastasia and she hoped that she would like it. Inside the box was a bracelet. But it was a kind of friendship bracelet done specifically in silver with one lone, light blue diamond in the centre. It represented Cossu, and Kabes showed the girl her wrist once she had opened the gift. It’s true Kabes had splurged just a little bit, but it certainly helped that she had saved up some of her money for it. She was just so glad she could be a part of her friend’s big day.

She turned to face Anastasia’s mother, having never met her before and she extended her fingers excitedly, realizing that this was the moment to give herself a rather good first impression to the mother of one of her best friends. “I’m Kabriel Lilly! I'm so glad to finally meet you, Mrs. Knowles!” she smiled broadly, practically beaming, shaking the woman’s hand. She bore a resemblance to Anastasia, but not so much that she looked quite like her mother. More, perhaps, like a much older sister. Nonetheless, she was extremely excited to be entering into this circle for only trusted friends, knowing that tomorrow things would be rather different. She wondered what Anastasia and Alcott were going to do now that they were married. Both were still first years at Beauxbatons so she was a little unsure about how things were going to work come the new term. She decided not to question though as she was much too excited to even think about it. “So! What can I do to help, mademoiselle bride? Because I must say, you’re an absolutely radiant beam of magical, unicorn filled sunshine!” she giggled, running her hands along her bare arms.

She loved the dress that Anya had chosen for her and Jenna to wear, very excited to be apart of the wedding. She was glad to have helped and knew that Alcott may even have appreciated keeping his bride to be comfortable and away from the edge of an absolute meltdown – not that Anastasia had really stressed too too much over the matter – but Kabes was just honoured to have taken some action in the planning of the wedding. She sighed, mumbling more to herself than the room (who probably may have heard), “I can’t believe this is really happening…” she smiled widely, “It’s just… so amazing! I’m so happy for you, sweetheart!” she threw her arms in the air, flustered still. It was a little bit of a shock, two of her close friends, married already. It was amazing at the same time. She couldn’t imagine being happier for her friend than she was at this exact moment.

TAGGED: the lovely wedding party xo
NOTES: super excited!!

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[jenna hawthorne]

Jenna was very excited for the wedding that was happening at the school. Not only because it was the first wedding she had been too, but also because the bride just happened to be her oldest and best friend Ana. Ana was the first friend that Jenna had made when she had started at Beauxbatons three years ago and from that starting point, the two girls had gone from just being friends to best friends and roommates. It had just been the two of them for the first couple of years of Jenna being at Bauxbatons until about a year ago when Jenna had the idea of inviting their mutual best friend Kabriel Lilly to be the third roommate.

The raven haired sixteen year old was very happy when her best friend told Jen that she (Ana) was getting married. Jenna had only met the groom once or twice before, but she and Alcott got on quite well (both being dog lovers). Jen knew that Ana and Alcott would be a very happy married couple.

It was about a month ago when Ana had asked Jen along with Kabriel to be her bridesmaids. Jen was very excited and slightly surprised that Ana had asked her as she had literally no idea what a bridesmaid had to do. For about a week after Ana had asked her, Jenna had ended up in the library reading up on what being a bridesmaid entailed and by the end of that very long week in the library (only leaving to eat and sleep), the brunette had a much clearer idea. The sixteen year old had spent the rest of the time in her dorm and didn't really do much planning as Ana and Alcott were doing most of the planning with a little bit of help from Kabes.

Jenna had got up early that morning because of all the excitement bubbling through her body. Granted, she probably wouldn't be as excited as Kabes, as the younger girl seemed to be on a permanent sugar high with her bubbliness and hyperness.
The dark brunette had also got up early as she wanted to get ready on her own to free up time for Ana to get ready with her family, none of which Jenna had met but had heard so much about. After having her daily shower, Jenna had just let her wavy hair dry as she didn't want to have a special hairstyle and overshadow the bride. Pulling the beautiful bridesmaid dress over her head, Jenna smoothed the dress down over her slender body and looked at her reflection in the floor length mirror that the three girls shared. Jenna really loved the dress that Ana had picked (which was a maxi dress) but Jen wasn't really a fan of maxi dresses so she had decided to have the dress in a shorter style. To go with the dress, Jen adorned a pair of flower stud earrings and her heart locket which she wore everywhere. Her makeup was simple; just some pink lip gloss, mascara, foundation and blusher. Slipping her bare feet into the champagne colored heeled sandals, Jenna felt like a princess even though she was only a bridesmaid. Today was the first time she had ever worn heels as she usually wore ballet flats, her vans or ankle boots as they were more comfortable. The last thing she did was grab her brand new wristlet, so that she could still carry her iphone with her.

Jenna took one last look in the mirror,using her left hand to smooth down the flyaways in her dark brunette hair. Bending down, the girl gently patted Lucky on the head and swiftly walked out of the dorm, locking the door behind her. As she placed the lone dorm key into one of the inside pockets of the wristlet, Jenna was heading towards the entrance of the common room. Zipping the small bag up, Jenna waved at some of the students - some of whom she recognised - and headed out of the common room. Because of the heels she was wearing, Jenna couldn't do her normal way of traveling around the castle, so she quickly sauntered down the stairs, being careful not to trip over, and headed out into the sunshine. "What a beautiful day for a wedding." Jen thought to herself as she continued walking towards the lake.

Ana had told Jen to find a secluded part of the lake where she would find a boat. As the girl got nearer to the lake, she noticed many students enjoying the sunshine in vests and shorts. Carrying on a little bit further, Jen found an area surrounded by trees. Looking at the wonderful boat floating there at the edge of the lake, Jenna felt her jaw drop as she went into total awe at the size of the boat that the wedding party (particularly the bridal party) would be travelling in. Heading towards the boat, Jenna strolled up the small wooden deck, hearing the heels of her shoes click clacking against the wood. Looking to her right, Jen noticed an open door and headed slowly over to it as she heard Kabriel's excited voice. Jen wasn't really one of those people who would interrupt so she gently knocked on the open door and slightly stepped inside the room to make her presence known. "So sorry i'm late Ana. I lost track of time" Jenna called over to her best friend who was quite busy getting herself ready for the ever approaching wedding. Jen was slightly jealous that both her best friends were in committed relationships whilst she couldn't even find the one.

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[anastasia thurston]

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every heart in the room will melt
THIS IS A FEELING I'VE NEVER FELT BUT IT'S ALL ABOUT US

From curling to hairspray to bobby pins, it was times like this that Anastasia was glad her mother was around to help. Melisa had always been around in times of dire need, along with those moments that were distinctly less ‘dire’; something that Ana could only be thankful for. Despite living with her father in central London after the rather messy divorce when Anastasia was only a few years old, her mother welcomed her back with open arms when she decided to return to France and the pair have grown ever closer as the years flew past. She watched her mother in the mirror slowly negotiate around her thick, dark hair – perfecting the natural curls before pinning them up into place to create a messy bun on the back of her head. By the time her mother would be finished, all that would be left of Anastasia’s hair hanging down from her head would be two wisps of hair to frame her face, softly curled to fit perfectly and stay in place. As her mother bustled behind her head, Ana could also keep an eye on the door from where she was sat – waiting to see either Kabriel or Jenna appear through the entrance and help calm her nerves. On the other side, a long white bag was hung on the back of a cupboard door – the bottom of the bag almost touching the floor. Her dress. She had spent many an hour with her soon to be father-in-law designing the dress that now hung in the bag behind her. Rupert had contributed so much to the wedding, especially in terms of making the dress from scratch, and Ana (despite her nerves) could not wait to try on the finalised dress. The design itself was neither Ana’s nor Rupert’s idea, but Alcott’s. Sneakily, the brunette had managed to retrieve the dress design that Alcott had drawn back when the idea of a wedding was first brought up in hope that Rupert could copy the design. She knew the dress was beautiful; Anastasia just hoped that everyone else – especially Alcott – agreed with her opinion.

The sound of the door creaking open behind her captured Ana’s attention straight away; her nervous smile that sat on her face becoming a genuine sign of happiness (and relief) as the familiar face of Kabriel Lilly appeared through the entrance way. Exchanging an air kiss, the smile stayed on the brunette’s lips as the nervousness began to deplete and be replaced with excitement. “Don’t worry about it,” Anastasia reassured her best friend. Intrigued by the ‘few things’ her friend had brought with her, she watched closely as Kabes pulled out a small white package from the bag she had carried in with her. It was only until Kabriel placed something around Ana’s wrist that she realised what was inside the box. “Oh my, Kabes. It’s beautiful!” she exclaimed, beaming a smile up at her best friend before returning to admiring the bracelet. The bracelet itself was such a simple piece of jewellery in terms of design, but definitely a piece that Anastasia would treasure for years to come. For now, at least the terms ‘something new’ and ‘something blue’ were covered from the old wedding rhyme. “Thank you so much, darling. I would give you a hug but…” the brunette glanced across at her mother through the mirror who was finally reaching the other side of her hair, curling the last few strands and pinning them into place. ‘There we go! All done.’ Melisa stated with a nod, smiling at Ana through the mirror before turning to accept Kabriel’s introduction with a simple greeting followed by ‘Please, just call me Melisa’. Her mother also took the opportunity to introduce her best friend to Taylor, Ana’s older sister, who had started to curl her own hair in the corner of the room.

“’Magical, unicorn filled sunshine?’ That’s a first when it comes to descriptions!” Anastasia commented, laughing slightly as she finally stood up from the chair, “As for something to do, a hug would be nice.” Before giving Kabriel a chance to agree, Ana pulled her best friend into a hug – taking extra care in an attempt not to damage her friend’s bridesmaid dress in any way. After finally seeing the dress she had chosen on one of her friends, it really helped to convince Ana that her choice in dresses was definitely a good one. The only unusual element to the hug was the distinct height difference; Anastasia instantly blamed shoes. While she was still in her usual clothes, the brunette was wearing flat Oxfords in contrast to the heels on Kabes’ feet that had instantly given her a few inches when it came to height advantage. Pulling out of the hug, Ana smiled up at her friend before taking another look at her outfit, “You look beautiful, by the way. That dress really suits you.”

Hearing the door open behind her once again, Ana eagerly turned to find herself facing her other best friend Jenna Hawthorne. A sigh of relief escaped her lips, just quiet enough for no-one to hear, before responding to Jenna, “No need to be sorry, Jen. It’s fine.” Anastasia took a few steps towards her friend and, just like with Kabriel, pulled her into a hug – once again, trying to avoid any damage to the dresses. Seeing her friends dressed up and ready, despite it being a relief to see their faces, really brought home the fact it was almost time. “I feel really under-dressed in comparison to you two now,” Ana jokingly commented, looking back at the dress bag that hung in the corner of the room. It was almost time; every second that passed caused her to panic a little more. No matter how much she wanted to get married, the idea was still nerve-racking and causing butterflies in her stomach.

[THURSTON alcott]

“How long has it been already?” Alcott queried, nervous throe assailing his entrails as the jigging notion stemmed inside him, flutters of butterflies collecting in masses over the sensitive stomach he had. “Barely, a minute” Trist retorted, his eyes flickering with something you could call amusing, as the blonde sod kept diverted by Alcott charge of uneasiness, practically mustered throughout the day, as he hadn’t shown any signs of impassiveness before. Without minding, people commenced to tread through the entrance up onto the deck, heels clicking against the varnished floor as some made their way across it into the inner rooms and some stayed there, outside, fetching a beverage from the nearest alms table or simply categorizing seats and slipping on one of them. Alcott’s mother gave them a welcoming nod as their traverse through the deck, as she had pinpointed it was the best location to receive them and invite them in, whilst Alcott could merely recognise some of the few, including acquaintances that he had glimpsed at, casually. From classes? From school mostly? Strangers everywhere he posed his sight upon, with an uncanny feeling creeping up his spine as some shivers threatened to make him wince.

How come he was this nervous? The bloke shrugged the thought off as he shuddered lightly, tidying himself up as he swept away of Trist’s bothering hand on his shoulder. Even when it was a simple hand, it felt as a burden he couldn’t handle this very moment. Alcott’s attention wavered, shifting left to right and back and fro as he seemed as restless as he hadn’t ever been. “And now?” he commented, out of the blue, impatience visible in his doe-eyed expression. “Two minutes… and 13 to go” the angst wasn’t conspicuous in his hoarse voice, as the cousin intended to soothe him down, in the best way he could contrive. “Let’s play a game… you know… the game we used to play as of when we were kids” the light blonde stated, a dimpled smile surfacing across his pale chiselled features. Alcott didn’t look fondly at ‘his games’ since they involved speculations about people and assumptions they weren’t even sure of, but as the trepidation increased, he had no chance but to succumb to the idea “’Kay… you first… ” Alcott mumbled, a notorious pouting interjecting his words. Tristan lurked, his eyes roving with leisure through the place until they sat on a particular waved haired raven scrambling upwards through the staircase and shuffling hurriedly across the deck, “Single? Or Taken?” he mused, but Alcott sneered lightly at it, since he could recognise one of his girlfriend’s best friend, Jenna. “I’d say she’s taken…” he lied, knowing surely that he would detest the idea.

The game wasn’t complicate, just as a bundle of ladies would roam freely through the deck, they should determine whether they were taken or not, and if possible, even make a move on them. Alcott had been excruciated throughout his youth with such game, as the coy bashful dolt wouldn’t get into first moves or second moves or anything of the like, whilst his cousin conquered one girl after the other. How come a clumsy weakling prat had ended up becoming a stud? Alcott couldn’t conceive the thought himself. “Pfft… I know her… she’s with the crew, ain’t she?” Trist’s mouth erupted, eyes fixedly riveted upon her swiftly silhouette. “She’s not taken… I lied… but I don’t think Ana would approve… so forgo her” he bid, almost commanding, as the groom needn’t drama in his wedding because of him thwarting the evening. “Or at least wait until the party is set…” he growled, in full awareness of Trist behaviour before ladies. Tristan shrugged, rolling his eyes as he bit on his lower lip, quite impish. “Settle down, mon ami, I have no lewd intentions regarding the female… not just yet” whenever around family, Tristan could seem goofy and childish, but when provoked, his deviant side could come out easily.

Alcott cleared his throat in an unobtrusive manner, demanding some attention from his playful cousin, “Next… I think she’s definitely taken… Hair in a bun, flat appearance, attempting not to lure glances into her… she’s off radar… she’s definitely hooked to someone” Alcott’s nonchalance exteriorised, as he seemed really reluctant to play, judging people by the mere action of doing it – he was anguished enough to need this to appease himself. “ A low profile ain’t always resemblance of hiding, Xandre” he chuckled, scrutinising the girl from the distance, just as he watched her approach a man and twining her hands with him. “Oh look! I was right after all” Alcott taunted, delightful to wallow in his misery, at least for once. And before knowing it, people had been assorted into place, chairs allotted filled with people and his mother welcoming the last guest inside. It was time now, and he could sense it in his guts. Alcott gapped his mouth, letting in a full intake of oxygen as he felt it covered his lungs and granted him a revitalising pang, gestating from the tip of his stomach and spreading abundantly to the rest of his frame. “It is time…” he muttered to himself as he closed his lids and re-opened them in a whit, as moments later the sound of music irrupted the irenic silence and the judge was already in stance.

[kabriel lilly]

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The girl could clearly see on Anastasia's face the nervousness and excitement behind the eyes. Of course, there could be a minor case of cold feet but she wasn't sure. Of course she knew that Anya and Alcott were meant to be, it was only logical after all. Otherwise, she was just extremely happy that one of her best friends had found someone to spend the rest of her life with. It was something that she hoped she would find sometime, perhaps with Ivanov (or even perhaps with her first love, who seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth, never to be seen again). She had no idea. The point was that she hoped to have the same feeling with someone that she had with Alcott. She tucked some wisps behind her ear, already admiring the way Anastasia's hair curled and looked incredibly beautiful. She beamed when the bride to be opened up her gift and could have squealed with joy when she decided that she loved it. Hopefully this bracelet would be around for years to come as a lovely symbol of her wedlock and of course, her friendship with the hyper Cossu fifteen year old. Melisa was a dashing copy of Anastasia, beautiful with dark brunette locks that made Kabes envious of her friend's raven hair. Both of the girls were wonderfully primed and ready to go for the wedding and she could tell that her entire family was so supportive and loving towards her. All Kabes could do to keep from shedding a tear was suck in her breath and imagine the beautiful little babies the Thurston newlyweds would have. Perhaps, with enough prodding, Kabes could have one of the little tykes named after her - of course, she wouldn't get her hopes up as she and Lily had promised to exchange names for their little ones when the time came.

"I'm so glad you like it!" she smiled, placing a hand gently on Anastasia's wrist as a sign of connection and love. She didn't want to meddle with her friend's hair on her big day of course, she understood the perils of transforming every day hair (no matter how gorgeous) into something otherworldly in appearance. It took time and effort, and thankfully Anastasia's hair didn't need too much as it was gloriously silky. Kabes was lucky due to her Veela roots, but other than that, she had very little going for her. She smiled as her sister added those finishing touches to the bride before, without even a second thought, Anastasia pulled the younger girl into a big hug. Kabes responded in kind, perhaps adding some of her special gusto to the mix, before planting two kisses on either one of her the girl's cheeks, French-style, to add a sweetheart touch (but was careful not to actually touch her cheeks and ruin her make up)! "It feels surreal, but like... fantasy-like. Dream like!" she babbled, not entirely sure where her train of thought seemed to be taking her. "I'm just so, so happy for you!" she added, knowing that Anastasia probably knew where she was going with the chatter.

When Jenna showed up, the first thing Kabes noticed was the cropped dress. It was wonderful knowing that the two girls would look alike but also look like themselves if that made sense. The shorter dress certainly suited Jenna, coming just below her knee. Kabes in the gown was a little different, but of course both girls looked absolutely stunning. Again, a slight envy of the long dark hair came into play, as Jenna's was absolutely mesmerizing. She beamed at her other best friend and gave her a hug as soon as Anastasia had released her. Already the moments were counting down until the final reveal and the bridesmaids had to get the special woman of the day prepared for her great 'I do's'. Kabes glanced over at Ana and giggled. The girl wasn't quite bride-worthy yet, seeing as she wasn't yet donning her gown, but that could easily be changed. She shook her head and smiled, "Let's get you all brided up!" she laughed, "Where's that infamous white dress you're supposed to be wearing tonight? Unless, that is, you'd rather go down wearing what you have now. You'd still be the most beautiful bride in the world!" she added with a sly grin.

TAGGED: the lovely wedding party xo
NOTES: super excited!!

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[jenna hawthorne]

As Jenna made her way up the small wooden stairs that lead up the main deck, she decided that she was gonna admire the spectacular view from the vessel. As her gaze perused over to the horizon, a sort-of familiar figure appeared in the girls field of vision. Flashing a small, shy smile at the groom (who Jen hadn't seen in ages), Jen lifted her left hand from her side and slightly waved at Alcott and the guy standing next to him. Jenna didn't seem to have much luck in the love department as every single time, she started crushing on or flirting with someone, they left the school soon after.

Thinking about actually finding someone who would be committed to her instead of leaving, Jen absentmindedly wandered towards the sound of her best friend Kabriel's excited voice. The raven haired girl knew Kabes would be excited but as she stepped into the room which contained the majority of the bridal party, Jenna realised the extent of Kabriel's excitableness.

Hearing Ana advising her not to be sorry about being late, Jen breathed a sigh of relief. As the deep sigh escaped out of her mouth, the sixteen year old felt all the nervousness slowly dissipating out of her body. Shaking out any remaining nervousness and tension, Jenna then saw Ana head over to her and pull her into her hug, which she graciously accepted and put her arms around the bride-to-be's shoulders. Releasing Ana, Jen then adjusted her dress by tugging the hem down and was immediately pulled into a hug by Kabriel. Repeating the same position she did with Ana, Jen let oout a slight giggle as Ana remarked about feeling underdressed. "You look alright to me. The sixteen year old remarked back with a bigger smile on her face and a slight giggle at the end.

Releasing Kabes, Jenna introduced herself to Ana's family quite quickly and immediately went back to where Ana was. "I'm agreeing with Kabes here. Also, quick question, Do you know who the guy standing next to Alcott outside is. He's cute. The girl started off agreeing with Kabes, then quickly changed the subject as she started playing with a loose lock of almost-black hair


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notes: sorry this is late. also sorry this reply is so short

[anastasia thurston]

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every heart in the room will melt
THIS IS A FEELING I'VE NEVER FELT BUT IT'S ALL ABOUT US

Anastasia couldn’t help but smile as she watched her two best friends greet each other in front of her. She was happy to have them both by her side on the day that all of them had been preparing for. Kabriel had been as busy as Ana, running around trying to organise the wedding alongside Alcott and herself. Jenna, on the other hand, had been more of the relief – the calming element of the whole planning mess that had dominated Ana’s life for the past couple of months. She was so grateful for both of them, especially now the day had arrived. Giggling slightly, Anastasia couldn’t help but beam as she listened to Kabriel babble on. ‘Surreal… fantasy… dream…’ The words echoed through the brunette’s mind, nodding slightly. “I feel exactly the same. I still haven’t got my head around it all and I’m the one that’s got to walk down the aisle…” she replied in a flustered tone before inhaling deeply in an attempt to calm her nerves. After staying cool and collected for so long, Ana knew she was going to blow her cool at some point. Now was just not the best time, despite it being the most predictable.

As soon as she mentioned feeling under dressed, Ana knew exactly what it was time for – the dress. Her eyes subtlety glanced across the room, behind Jenna and Kabriel, towards the long white bag which she presumed had been dropped off by her father-in-law-to-be earlier that day. “Y’know, if I wasn’t such a stickler for tradition, wearing this would be tempting…” Anastasia laughed, glancing down at her everyday clothes she had pulled on that morning, “… but I guess I’m going to have to put that thing on.” She nodded her head in the direction of the garment bag hanging from the wall before glancing across to her mother who swiftly took the bag through into a smaller room on the boat. Just before she followed her mother, Anastasia was distracted by Jenna’s question. “Already trying to pick up the groom’s men, Jen?” she joked, sticking out her tongue out at her friend, “Well, without looking, I can only make an assumption but I’d presume it’s Tristan, Alcott’s cousin and best-man. I could introduce you later, if you’d like?” She smiled at Jenna before feeling a hand on her shoulder, presumably her mother’s. “I’ll be right back!” Anastasia stated, embracing her two bridesmaids once more before wandering into the smaller room behind her mother before tugging the door closed.

Anastasia found herself, only a few minutes after entering, standing in front of the mirror – dressed elegantly in the dress Alcott had designed and his father had help make. Her bright chocolate brown eyes were dulled by the tears that she tried to hold back in an attempt not to ruin her make up; they were tears of happiness, but this did not give them a right to ruin her eyeliner. Everything just seemed too surreal; she had spent months dreaming, imagining, and planning this moment. It was finally time. Carefully running her fingers down the white lace that coated the entire garment, she watched as her mother tied a silk sash around her waist – one that matched the colour of her best friends’ dresses. “You look beautiful, Ana,” her mother spoke as she stood alongside her daughter in view of the mirror. Without saying a word, Anastasia pulled Melisa into a tight hug. “Thank you,” Ana managed to mumble, her voice shaking slightly as she held back the tears. “C’mon,” her mother spoke softly, pulling out of the hug but taking her daughter’s hand instead, “Your friends are waiting to see.”

Her mother pulled open both of the doors, allowing Anastasia to step through the doorway in front of Kabriel, Jenna, and her stepfather, Daniel, who had appeared in the corner of the room. As she stepped out into the first room, her eyes stayed focused on the ground as she attempted not to trip over the hem of her dress. Ana only looked up four or five steps later, looking up at the faces of her best friends. “So, what do you think?” Anastasia questioned with a smile, her glance alternating between the three beaming faces in front of her. Before anyone had a chance to respond, Ana heard her stepfather cough subtlety before standing up from his seat in the corner. "I hate to interrupt, but it's time..."

The next few minutes were a blur in Anastasia's mind as she focused inwardly, rather than focusing on those around her. She was panicked, excited, worried, and happy all at once. Her grip on her stepfather's arm tightened as she finally regained her focus; everyone else had gone, leaving only Anastasia and Daniel in the back room. "You ready?" he asked, looking down at his stepdaughter. Ana didn't meet his gaze and, instead, kept looking at the double oak doors that stood between herself and the rest of her life. She only just managed to nod before the music echoed through the walls of the ship. Taking in a deep breath and forcing out a smile, the doors slowly swung open - the light from the sun so bright that her vision hazed. 'Here goes nothing...' Anastasia assured herself as she took her first step out into the light.

{ sorry for being gone for so long, guys! but it's wedding time! }

[THURSTON alcott]

Angst crept all the way up to his very throat, in the very moment everything else vanished and his attention darted solely towards the wooden carved gates, varnished and solid, as no other fringe seemed as daunting as it seemed then. Alcott could sense an oppressing throe within his ribcage, as to even make him gasp for air for a brief almost succinct instance. Tristan nudged him a little forth as he retrieved enough equilibrium to keep himself on his feet. Alcott cleared his throat repeatedly, as if striving on clearing the rough sensation stemming in his vocal chords. “Smidge of nervousness taking us, uh?” the clever ornery cousin let his jesting out him, smirking lightly in the intention to increase the tension on Alcott. The English was pretty much in an unstable position then, just as he glanced sideways and assured himself everything was the way it was meant to be like. “More like joy cramps…” he retorted, laughing just shortly and a bit spasmodically. “You’ll do a fine husband, Xander… and maybe your five children will appreciate it” again the mocking escaping him, as usual. Alcott nodded to himself, but winced a little, since his descendants weren’t something he had actually contemplated on his future. He swallowed quite anxiously and scratched the tip of his chin from below with his index finger. To say the least, he was a nerves knot.

As the melodic reverberation advanced through the open deck, and the rumble enhanced, the strumming sound of guitars joined the already harmonic concerto, in the commencing of the celebration. The overwhelming notion grappled around a few, whose eyes where brimming with tears and whose faces lit up with bright smiles. A secluded ceremony with certain special persons involved; that was Alcott & Ana’s wishes, for neither wished a lush meaningless party. Alcott could linger on the idea for quite long enough to behold at the outcome quite grateful. From the dangling paper crafts hung from the tent, that prevented some of the sunlight from bathing them, to the decorated posts that sustained the whole structure from strategic and specific points, held with magic, as they served merely for decoration. The brilliance of the effort reflected on the scene with the details she had strived so hard on arranging – some of them which Alcott had been participant of. Months of planning, contriving, assorting colours, textures, sizes and all he could think of now was, ‘This is perfect’.

Tristan’s tedious methods to call his attention lost purpose, and then he regarded them as they were: actual care and aid for him to let go off nerves. Hadn’t it been the exact way the things were meant to be? Wasn’t him about to speak his vows in favour of that girl who had stolen his heart and his very attention from the minute her giggles made him grin? In the sake of old habits, Alcott shovelled inside his pocket to extract a fine metal box which contained a handful of chocolate spheres; sweets for whenever he felt the need to toss them inside his mouth. It was the very box he had carried along that day by the lake, behind the shrubs. It was the very same disposition that had lured him to say hello and offer her a bite from his sweets. It was the very same bloke that had fallen for her thence and still did. Alcott smiled to amply that both ends of his lips touched each ear as they never had before – the man was flooding with mirth. He drew his wand out of his pocket and pointed at his free palm to cast a façade – the very one he had worn that very special day. In spite of the circumstances, Alcott didn’t recall it contritely as should, but exultantly. That day, when their very lips merged for the very first time, had been the most magical night, in which he had found out his sentiments for her, and discovered his true self.

The sod heaved his hand attached to the object, moulding it to his face as he grinned widely by the moment the doors cracked open and the blinding silhouette of her glowing self became visible through the entrance, and surreal like reverie. He opted to ignore the baffled stares that people thrown at him whilst wearing the mask, but it was something that only him and her would fully understand. He watched her clinging to her stepfather’s arm, waltzing towards his place, where she belonged; beside him.

[anastasia thurston]

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every heart in the room will melt
THIS IS A FEELING I'VE NEVER FELT BUT IT'S ALL ABOUT US

Anastasia’s first few steps out onto the deck were hesitant, mainly from a mixture of nerves, the numerous pairs of eyes that now fell onto her, and the pair of shoes that – on a boat with a slight sway – were probably not the best choice. Her fingers grasped tighter to her stepfather’s suit jacket as she attempted to keep her balance. Ana knew she was clumsy, high heels or not; the last thing she wanted was to slip and fall in front of everyone. She would never live it down, ever. As she walked slowly down the aisle with the bottom of her dress gliding lightly over the deck behind her, Anastasia had a chance to survey the space and spot the familiar faces that sat in the seats that surrounded her. Old and new friends sat scattered in between their families, all mingled together. At the front, Alcott’s direct family sat to one side of the aisle and Ana’s own on the opposite. Everyone she could see clearly had a smile on their face; a few nodding at her, almost as encouragement. It wasn’t until after focusing on making sure that she wouldn’t fall over, followed by the faces and smiles that surrounded the aisle, that Anastasia noticed Alcott’s unplanned (or at least unknown to Ana) addition to his outfit.

Although it may have not been exactly like the one that she remembered in her memories, it was close enough to jog her memories back. The Masquerade. Alcott had asked Ana whether she would go with him, making it their first official date. It wasn’t exactly the smoothest first date and ended with Anastasia being kissed by someone who she thought was a stranger, who then preceded to run away and was only unmasked as Alcott all along a week or two later. Despite all this, the pair had ended up together and were about to turn a relationship into a marriage. Looking straight at Alcott, she raised her eyebrow for a moment before rolling her eyes. She made a mental note to question him about it later but, knowing Anastasia and the whole wedding, it would be a few days before she would even remember to ask.

As Ana and her stepfather reached the end of the aisle, they paused for a moment before embracing in a quick hug. She owed a lot to Daniel these past few years after losing her own father; he had not only stepped in to the role, but stepped up to the challenge of caring for an overemotional stepdaughter. Anastasia knew that he didn’t have to be there for her but his constant presence during some of the harder days definitely assured her in her decision to ask him to walk her down the aisle. Taking in a deep breath as she pulled away from the hug, Ana took hold of the front of her dress before taking the last few steps forward – climbing up a few stairs to stand next to Alcott. Without a word, she reached up and carefully removed the mask from his face, smiling up at him as she did. Anastasia looked at him for a moment, before glancing down at the mask that now rested in her fingers. “I don’t think this is needed anymore, do you?” she said in a whisper, just loud enough for him to hear, while her bright smile stretched across her face. Anastasia, whenever she thought back to the masquerade and the actions of not only Alcott but herself, saw the mask as a symbol for how they discovered their true feelings for each other. Carefully, she placed it down on the floor out of the way before taking hold of one of his hands, interlocking her fingers with his. “After all,” she continued in a whisper, “you look much more handsome without it, trust me.”

[THURSTON alcott]

Alcott felt the grazing touch of hers against his cheek, the delicate silky fingertips moulding to the object that clogged his features and then let it slip through them as to remove the mask from his factions. “We never did… actually” he grinned back at her, referring to the lack of necessity on the actual subject, he had just thought of it as a symbol of their love, since it all had commenced from that very night, through the flustered hearts and the hectic moves. “Just when I thought it had been the chocolates the ones that lured you into me...” he feigned a pondering expression upon his face, just as he rummaged through his pockets and emptied the box to extract 2 sweets from it – two perfectly rounded bites of chocolate, ready to be eaten. One was meant for her to grab it from his grip and usher it to her lips, just as one was meant for him. This was more of a symbolic gesture, as Alcott was giving her everything he owned and held most dear, presenting it to her in the most sincere and unconditional way possible.

“We are gathered here, today, to unify these two lovers into one” the priest began, chanting softly as he stowed his sight upon the couple before him, “… to mould their fates together… to commemorate the love they share and to celebrate it, in the only way we know… ” he paused a little and simpered, “ … with rejoice and jubilee…” He was grasping a hefty book with both hands, and then he swung the weight to his left to let the right hand free as he opened it widely in sign of abundance and thrive. The slightly old man was dressed in a comfortable white suit that covered him from head to toes, in the purest and most impeccable aspect he could be conferred with along with the most jovial attitude.

“You may now… say your vows” he instructed, just as he looked at the boy.

“Anastasia Rose Knowles, I hereby take you to be my wife from this day on, to swear to you that I will extend my hand to you whenever you need it… That there will always be a shoulder to cry on, in me… That I won’t go to sleep without making you smile every single day… That I will love you and respect you in the most thriving and meagre of seasons… Grant you with as many children as you wish… Be your confidant, your lover and your friend… To always fight for what is just until my very last breath… beside you… because there is no other way I could envision my life, if it’s not beside you, and you only” his oath wasn’t part of rehearsal and it came from the depths of his soul, in the scrubby words of the simple bloke he was, with some glistening screen forming around his eyes, as he attempted to hold back the tears of mirth that threatened to escape him. He used his free hand to clasp hers and kiss the back of it, gently as he pulled it close to his cheek, with his gaze completely fixed on hers.

Alcott let go off her hand and reached for the chocolate though instead of taking it to his mouth, he ushered it straight to Anastasia’s lips, granting her another grin before he nodded lightly, in order to expect her to do the same for him – It was like if the chocolates were the rings, waiting for Anastasia to eat the chocolate from his fingers. Nevertheless, Tristan approached with a cushion and a pair of rings surmounted on it, stepping aside them. Alcott clenched one of them and put the ring into Ana’s finger, gently and wary of not dropping the chocolate ball that still lingered in his open palm.