Sunday, September 28, 2008

Sunday Scriblings~WEDDING

You might want to read the backstory (again) of each character first... the links are in the story. I suggest you start with Margaret, and then Neville.



The Day of Days



They stood in front of Rev. Dalripple, friends and family in the pews behind them, flowers lined the altar, and the last notes of the organ settled into the end of the day's light as it came though the windows above them all.

Neville had watched his Margaret (oh! How he loved saying 'his' Margaret!) as she walked up the aisle towards him, her right hand resting in the crook of her father's arm, her left holding the bouquet of the lilies she chose to carry. Their colour was a shade off from her wedding dress from Cassini. It's silk folds whispered 'Paris Couture' with ever step she took, skimming her body then going into a train from the full skirt.

She smiled in that Margaret fashion, looking towards him steadily through the veil over her face. He shook slightly, still awed he was to be part of her world, that their lives would be intertwined throughout all the things that occur in a marriage...that eventually, they would have children he would love partly because they were half Margaret.

Facing each other, veil back over her head, the ring firmly in place on her finger...the last of the Reverends words had been spoken, waiting for them to follow his directions. "You may kiss your bride!", he'd announced quite loudly, and all of them waited. Margaret looked up into Neville's eyes, her smile not quite reaching her own. He knew then why she'd been so silent in the last weeks, why she avoided the last part of her time in Paris in her conversations. He knew, and it made no difference to him.

"It's fine, my dear. All is well.", he whispered as he leaned forward to kiss her.

With that, Margaret discovered you can fall in love more than once in your life, that the one will never wipe out the other. She smiled into Neville's kiss, leaning into it fully, her hands on his broad shoulders; shoulders she knew would hold more than his share of trouble in their world.

Turning to the full church, they paused for a moment--two people who knew they were meant for each other, willing to accept the good and forgive the bad... two people who would go through their lives together, knowing at the end of it all, they could close their eyes that last time, content in the belief they had been beloved by the other.

Stepping down from the altar, they walked into that future with matched steps.

14 comments:

Mike Valentino said...

Neville's a punk. I would have cared. Your girl's out knocking boots with some dude in Paris? Not cool, bro. Not cool.

Wonderfully written. It actually hooked me enough to read the hyperlinks.

the Constantly Dramatic One said...

Sooooo Neville didn't mind that she was cheating on him? Really?

Where can I get my own Neville?

Also, beautifully written Quin. As always.

Peter Varvel said...

*sniff* I wish real life marriages/relationships were more closely matched to this, this bittersweetness.

Therapeutic Ramblings said...

Neville...I finally get it!

Loobell said...

Well done Miss Quin this is so British stiff upper lip. Our inspration would be proud of his stoic actions in your story.

Cormac Brown said...

I wish I had the time to read this throughly yesterday, it would've done so much to offset a few troubles.

vinny said...

"stoic".. what a perfect description.

What a fairy tale ending. That ain't real life.

Unfortunately.

Loobell said...

Ahh vinny.. sorry to disappoint, but it is! I know the "real" Neville and Margaret.. Great Grandparents and devoted and loving as ever.

Quin Browne said...

loo beat me to it...

oddly, we've discovered the real neville and margaret are much like the ones i created in their behaviours.


for me, neville is strong enough in his love and in his belief of what is to be, that whatever margaret did before marriage meant nothing. together they can conquer the world.

of course, if they ever find this life i've created for them, they may not be so inclined to have me over for tea. ha!

vinny said...

quin, loo - I am aware that Neville and Margaret from the story are essentially just like the real Neville and Margaret. I guess the ending might be as real life, all happy and etd.. but. how everything fell in place, just "like that", in the stories. That isn't real life. It's romanticized. It seems.

Does that even make sense?!.... hahaha. I write confusing, indeed.

austere said...

Bravo.
You've said so much between the lines in this one, O Quin.

Thank you.

mystic rose said...

Love at its ideal.

Beautiful!

and thanks to austere for directing me here. :)

Bud said...

Neville is a better man than I but I love this story. I really do.

Quin Browne said...

i appreciate all the kind words... and welcome, rose!


it comes down to this... i believe. i believe you have a person you call home. if you are lucky, they will see you that way, too.


i have to trust in the universe...