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Who: Gai, Elizabeth, and all invited (and possibly some uninvited) guests
What: A wedding!
When: Just before sunset on June 30th
Where: The beach
Summary: Finally, after much planning, pre-wedding jitters, and ice cream consumed, this is it. The big day. Gai and Elizabeth are finally getting married. (Never mind the fact they've been technically married since the draft... shhhh.)
Rating: Keep it G, people, this is a public venue.

[The ocean has returned, the day is clear and sunny, and wedding fever is back in the air.]

[This time the location is the beach, and between the setting sun, the waves, and the decor there is no lack of ambiance. little battery-powered votives in paper lanters litter the space, and larger lanterns line a yellow petal aisle that leads up to a decorative arch with a few chairs. Over to the side is the reception set up, which looks like it can accommodate more guests than the ceremony. Frames draped with chiffon and lit with little electric light strings indicate both food and bar/drink areas, and similar setups surround both small and large tables for seating, lit both with electric lights and votives in varying glass jars. And of course, there’s music and an open floor for dancing.]

((OOC: Close CR/specifically invited friends are welcome at the ceremony, but the party is definitely for anyone who wants to come see the spectacle or welcome back the ocean! ♥ ))

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[Booker doesn't know what the protocol is for fathers before the wedding. He knows all about the rules for the groom but whether or not the father is allowed to see the bride before or not....well.

The fact that they're technically already married does not matter at all to him. So he knocks tentatively on the door to the beach house before twisting his hands in his pockets and shouting out:]

I don't know if this is considered bad luck or not!

[As if it would be a good way to have a conversation.]

[Elizabeth throws open the door-- she's half buttoned up, and giving no damns.]

No it's not, I need you! [And she grabs his sleeve and drags him in.]

[Booker goes willingly so Elizabeth doesn't have to struggle much to lug him inside but he goes with confusion.]

Ahhh, Elizabeth!

[After stumbling inside Booker wiggles his arm, wanting very much not to be attached to a panicking bride - he's heard horror stories.]

What's wrong? What happened?

[Because of course something had to have gone wrong for her to want him in here.]

I can't reach the rest of the buttons! [She turns around-- she's managed to get the bottom ones, but the others towards the center of her back are left undone. Probably because her arms aren't made of rubber.]

I've tried, but I can't reach them, and Rosalind went to get pins for my hair--! [Her panic is so not about the buttons, but it's something to fixate on.]

[Booker doesn't laugh solely because Elizabeth is freaking out and he doesn't want to make things worse. That's the last thing she needs. He is relieved it's nothing too serious however. He thinks they've had their fair share of that.]

Alright, alright! Just - hold still!

[He's afraid of the dress. Like it'll just spontaneously rip to shreds if he touches it.]

You sure you don't want to wait for Rosalind to get back?

No, if I have to keep holding it up, my arms are going to fall off! [The dress was deceptively heavy, honestly. Elizabeth turns her back to Booker and sighs nervously.]

Besides... you've already done this before.

Point.

[He doesn't try to contest it. After all, she needs the help. So he chews down on what he'd like to say and just buttons up her dress as quickly as he can. It's a definite improvement from last time he had to help her like this.]

Is it really that heavy?

[No, not really. She's just freaking out and needs a reason to have Booker help her. The familiarity helps, it really does.]

Heavier than my other dresses. [Technically true. Elizabeth takes a deep breath and lets it out.] You're going to be watching, right?

You think I got all dressed up just to hang out on the beach?

[It's not as if the suit is spectacular or anything, or even that different from what he tended to lean towards anyways. But he hasn't lost the jacket or vest yet and to his credit he did manage to actually tie his neck-wear and doesn't look his usual sloppy self.

An effort was made?]

Besides, someone has to stare down your husband.

[He feels a fleeting rush of panic at saying it. He's barely used to having a daughter much less a married one.]

No... [She pouts a little as she keeps the dress up while Booker buttons.] But I wouldn't put it past you to slip out if you didn't want to watch. I've realized that the first time we did this, I didn't know that... I thought I was bringing a friend to watch. I can't imagine what you were thinking when it was happening, and I'm sorry I did that to you.

[Elizabeth offers a small smile over her shoulder.] I think that entitles you to stare Gai down all you like.

[Booker is silent as she speaks and he finishes buttoning the dress, he secures the little tooth clasp at the top and smooths the material at her shoulders a bit compulsively. He's not sure how to say what he wants to say, so it comes out in that familiar staccato Booker tends to fall back onto when he's nervous.]

You...

You don't need to apologize to me. [For anything.]

I'm the one who decided taking my sweet time to tell you... tell you everything. [He chews his mouth closed and pockets his hands, wishing he had a drink. His question blurts out of him, like he couldn't keep it in his mind.]

We're still friends....right?

[Annnd he winces at himself. Because really? You're her father, not her friend you idiot.]

[Elizabeth knows this is the only reaction she could have expected from Booker, but she still feels better having apologized for it. So she's satisfied. But Booker asking if they were still friends--]

[She turns around and takes both of his hands, squeezing them tightly.]

You're my best friend. My first friend, and for a while my only friend. That hasn't changed, and it won't change.

[He's a bit charmed by the tenacity with which she says it and smiles reluctantly. Booker is, after all, very happy to hear that.]

Alright.

[He says it quietly, like he doesn't want to somehow have her take it back or something.]

[She never would, though. He'd come after her, never abandoned her, wanted what was best for her. 'Father', in all reality, could have only been a biological designation. But Booker was her friend first, and also her father.]

[Elizabeth squeezes his hands again and kisses his cheek.] I love him, but I'm still nervous about taking this step alone. Knowing you'll be watching... I'll feel stronger.

[Booker smiled, a rare heart-felt one that was reserved solely for Elizabeth.]

You're plenty strong on your own, Elizabeth.

[And he knows this for a fact. She was able to do what she had to in order to stop Comstock. She'd be able to walk down an aisle. ]

I know. [She leans back, still holding his hands, still smiling.] But some things are easier when you aren't alone.

[Elizabeth looks down at their hands, Booker's large and rough and dependable. Her own were small next to his, and pale, but they suddenly reminded her of Booker's hands. Their nails were the same shape.]

I might have been strong-willed, and independent, and fighting against being held captive before you came along. I might have thought I could have taken the key and run off on my own without you. But I didn't need you to be strong, I didn't need you to rescue me... [She tries to blink back tears, but it's started and she can't stop it. Oh well.] I needed a reason to run faster, and to fight harder. To live outside of where I started. I needed a friend to support me while I grew up.

[It happened too fast, though. He wants to say. You shouldn't have had to grow up like that, in the span of a week and through all that fire and blood. You should have had your time to make gentle mistakes, things that wouldn't cost a life or your morals or anything you thought was important. Not for years.

You should have had time.]

So did I.

[He certainly learned how to take responsibility and want it, despite what it meant for him. That's something he'd never been able to do, not even in 38 years.

To say Booker hugs her would be...well, putting it lightly. He tries not to squeeze the life out of her, at least - his hold is gentle like someone trying to cradle a baby and not quite knowing how to hold it like it's not made of spun sugar. It'd be a good time to say 'I love you', but he's never been the guy to do displays and say shit at the same time. This'll do.]

[Elizabeth nearly gasps when Booker holds her tightly, her own arms wrapping around his back tightly. She panics for a moment, afraid she's about to lose Booker to whatever lies ahead, and she doesn't want that. She'd never wanted to choose, she's afraid she's about to do it without thinking.]

I love you. And I'm going to keep loving you, no matter what. Okay?

Okay. [He knows his voice sounds blank when he says it, like he's not quite sure he believes it but is doing his best not to sound that way.]

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BECAUSE I WANTED TO?

OKAY. 8D

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