randomplaces | Gargoyles' reality. Castle Wyvern. Wedding bells.

Goliath looked out over the large room, his eyes resting on the gathering of the Manhattan clans and their friends and kin. Everyone was there but for their alternate brethren and Lex and Emily. The latter two were watching the event via closed-circuit television from Lex's hospital room, and the former... well, he hoped they were going to be here soon.

Behind him Hudson muttered and grumbled nervously, and he glanced over his shoulder. "Peace, old friend. All will be well."

"Sez the bloke that just hit the wall agin this verra mornin'," returned Hudson with uncharacteristic heat, then sighed and turned away to pace.

Goliath closed the door to the groom's room and walked over to pour the old gargoyle a drink of the wine that David had brought in earlier.

That worthy individual was contemplating the window, his hands folded behind his back. "Claw's new wife is a lovely woman."

"Aye." Hudson knocked back his drink and slumped into a chair. "Part 'o me's wishin' Lucy 'n I had just done as they did."

"No you're not," said Goliath calmly. "You decided on this for Lucy."

"Aye." The old one sighed.

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And then came the bride.

Lucy wore a simple, crochet, offwhite gown with flowing sleeves and a trailing hem. Her head was crowned with a wreath of yellow flowers, and in her arms she held Jane instead of a bouquet.

Hudson gasped softly when he saw her, then smiled shakily and accepted Jane before both of them turned toward the pastor.

Gently, in the audience, the various couples pulle together in various ways. Elisa rested a hand on Goliath's leg, while he put an arm around her shoulder. Brooklyn and Kat linked tails under their chairs. Angela leaned her head ever so slightly against Broadway's chest.

Burbank gently rubbed Delilah's back, then chuckled and ducked sideways as Lizard nearly wapped him with a wing knuckle as she wrapped her wings around Claw. A soft rustle told of similar movements throughout the crowd.

The pastor reached out and gave Hudson's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, then smirked as Robbins chuckled and the old gargoyle's back straightened with indignation.

Still smirking, she looked between the two of them and started the ceremony with a prayer, then progressed toward the vows.

Delilah saw her counterpart--who mostly looked like her in the face and little else--and looked over at their Burbank, then gave a little shrug. It was a different world, after all.

The couple had made custom vows, and to many's surprise Hudson waxed quite beautifully poetic. Lucy was more precise and practical, which was just as well as her husband to be's eloquence had choked her up.

Robbins just stared in the direction of Hudson's voice as though wondering where his friend had gone.

A few curious glances were shot in the direction of the other-verse Hudson, who simply grinned knowingly.

The pastor nodded and spoke briefly on the custom of exchanging rings, then indicated that Hudson and Lucy should go ahead.

Franklin stepped forward hesitantly, the pillow that he held looking tiny in his large hands, and even from the seating area everyone could see the sparkle of the ring that went onto Lucy's finger.

Elisa dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief.

"And now you seal the covenant with a kiss." The pastor was grinning, once more showing those odd teeth.

Hudson glanced at the guests, then cleared his throat and hid the deed with his wings. The crowd responded with laughter and catcalls.

And perhaps no one was responding louder than the clapping of a Hudson.

Gargoyles' reality. Castle Wyvern. Wedding bells.

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