The furrow of Dewey’s brows deepened as he looked at Dimitra. He stroked her cheek with his thumb tenderly before slapping at the window that separated the driver from the backseat.
Spider, much like the girl he served, was unmoving. Little impressed him or fanned the dying coal in his heart. He didn’t truly care one way or another if these two got married at all, today or otherwise. It did seem in his best interest however, to do it at the behest of his boss. If the princess wanted to be married today, surely Riley would’ve instructed to make it happen. He sped up a little, changing lanes. The end destination would still be the safe house, but there was a similar route that did indeed happen to pass by a small church.
Mityr's jaw was tense as they stopped in front of the church rather than heading to the safe house, however, it didn't seem that any of the craziness had followed them by the way of rival goons. Surely if anyone was going to come after them, they would have done so already.
"This...this has to be quick, okay?" He said to Dewey mostly. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Apart of Dewey wanted to dispute, it would be as long as Dimitra wanted. But ultimately Mityr was right and it would be for the best. He nodded and climbed out of the car first, Spider followed and the two observed the outside before fanning Mityr and Dimitra out. The church was tiny and somewhat rundown looking. The shutters outside of the windows hung loosely and crooked, threatening to drop at a gust of wind. The paint outside was chipped and peeling, and the wood floors bowed; warped from age.
There was one lonely priest inhabiting it, tucked away in his office. He was startled by their appearance and sudden demands, but ultimately pleased to help. He gathered them at the front of the church, the priest standing before them, while Spider mixed the door.
“Will the witness please come and be present?” The priest instructed, waving Mityr over to where they all stood.
Mityr stepped forward, going over to Dimitra as she fussed at her face still. He cupped her face in his palms, thumbs stroking away any runny mascara or remaining tears. He smiled down at her, giving her a peck to her forehead before stepping back to stand behind Dimitra in front of the church as a proud (still anxious) father and witness.
Dimitra sniffed, her nose still red but her face at least clear of tears, and mustered a smile as she reached out to grab Dewey's hands. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
The priest began by reading a poem, the paper itself that it was written on, was old and yellow from age. The print appeared to be handwritten, carefully hidden and folded away into his bible. He revealed it and unfolded it gingerly before beginning.
“ Understand, I’ll slip quietly
away from the noisy crowd
when I see the pale stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.
I’ll pursue solitary pathways
through the pale twilit meadows,
with only this one dream:
You come too.”
He cleared his throat and folded up the paper again before proceeding.
“We are joined here today in celebration of,” he paused and looked around nervously.
“Dewey and Dimitra.” Spider called from the back of the church, looking out the window beside the front double doors.
“Yes. I’m celebration of Dewey and Dimitra’s love. Dewey, please present the ring.” The priest instructed.
Dewey looked determined, he held Dimitra’s hand delicately in his hand as he began to slide on the ring.
“Do you, Dewey, promise to love Dimitra and respect her, to share your life and your dreams, to build with her a home that is a place of love, happiness, commitment and growth? Do you promise to be a companion to Dimitra in all of her successes and failures, her happiness and sadness, to always give to her your unwavering support and above all else, the freedom to be herself?” He asked.
“I do.” He answered with rehearsed certainty, pushing the ring flush to the base of her finger.
“And do you, Dimitra, promise to love Dewey and respect him, to share your life and your dreams, to build with her a home that is a place of love, happiness, commitment and growth? Do you promise to be a companion to Dewey in all of his successes and failures, his happiness and sadness, to always give to him your unwavering support and above all else, the freedom to be himself?” He asked.
Through all of the chaos, Dimitra had managed to hold onto Dewey's ring and pulled it from a little concealed pocket in her dress. She took Dewey's hand and gently slid it onto his finger. She lingered a moment, holding his hand in both of hers. This wasn't the wedding she had planned, not by a long shot, but it was certainly worthwhile all the same. She was marrying her person, the only person she could ever dream of marrying.
She smiled up at Dewey, still red cheeked and red nosed from crying, but beautiful nonetheless.
"I do." She said. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“ In the name of the Holy Spirit, I now solemnly declare you husband and wife. Let no one put asunder those that have been joined together today in the presence of almighty God. You may now kiss the bride.” the priest declared with a proud smile.
Dewey almost let out a sign of relief, smiling as he leaned in and cupped the back of her neck. It was tender and long awaited, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to pull away.
Dimitra smiled into their kiss, much happier tears welling up in her eyes now as she reached up to press her palms into either side of Dewey's face. They stayed like that for a bit, before Mityr cleared his throat and Dimitra reluctantly pulled away.
"We should really get to the safe house. Your mother and siblings should meet us there eventually and if they beat us there, she'll worry." He said. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Dewey didn’t pull away, he even lingered a moment when Dimitra pulled away. He heard Mityr, but still took a moment to brush his hand over Dimitra’s cheek, reaching to pet her red braid as he pulled his hand away.
“Let’s go.” Spider called out, knocking on one of the double doors.
“Okay…okay.” Dimitra said, her breath coming out as a giddy and relieved sigh as she reached back out to grab Dewey’s hand. She gave it a firm squeeze and went to follow him out. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
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