The dress was one sleeved and off the shoulder, so my snow white shoulders were on show. That probably wasn't a bad analogy for me actually; 'Snow White'. Save for the near hideous blue and yellow dress that she donned, I looked like I'd stepped right out of the Disney movie.
My dress was made of white satin, delicately covered with fine prints of black narcissus flowers. The fabric was bunched up around my left hip, and hung one-sided off my left shoulder. It wasn't a wedding dress exactly… but what did that matter? That only mattered for humans, and I… well obviously I was not human. However I wasn't completely devoid of tradition...I still wore a garter under my dress.
I had on green silk and gold trim shoes with small heels. It had been difficult to find the right size to fit my feet, but not impossible as I could scan pretty much every shoe shop in the state with my mind, as long as I made a short-lived decision to visit said shop at some future point. Easy, really.
I felt like I should dress up a bit, although for whose benefit I wasn't sure. I was certain Jasper would hardly register it, for I knew his eyes would barley leave mine.
Still, when he saw me step out through the door in my newly attired dress, his hand lingered tenderly where the satin clung to my tiny waist.
We had written our own vows of course. Okay strictly that was not true; we had not actually written anything. Obviously we don't need cues when we have the perfect memory, but the point was that we didn't need to prepare anything. We knew exactly what we meant to each other, and the words would come easily to the tips of our tongues, like they come a poet who is caught in a moment of inspiration and finds his pen cannot scribble fast enough to convey all he means.
The walls of the building we to wed in were made up of white unevenly cut stone, and arch shaped windows. It was not a church, but it was a quietly beautiful place, and the aura of peace and serenity that small churches contained hung in the air. Well, it wasn't Jasper creating that atmosphere at least. I could always sense the difference. Whenever his emotions purposely or even unintentionally swept me up, affecting mine, I felt like it was an extension of myself, an infiltration into my soul, whereas this peace was separate. I had warned him that I didn't need any sedating on our wedding day. He had smirked in response and answered,
'You know of course it's not only calmness I can create. I can heighten emotions as well.'
I had reached up and tapped his nose with my finger. 'No tampering from you. I may be small, but I can be plenty intense myself, thank you very much.'
We now stood in front of Peter. It was several weeks ago since Jasper had proposed to me, and we had gone in search of his old friends to ask them if they would officiate our wedding. It had not been too difficult to find them; last time Jasper had been with them had had learned in detail their future plans and so had a rough idea of where they would be, although of course they couldn't keep permanent residence anywhere.
It had been at Peter's recommendation that we come to this beautiful little place to get married, for he and Charlotte had recently lingered here and had been struck by it too.
Peter was tall and lean, with fine, dusty brown hair, which flopped over his forehead in a large fringe. He had thin lips and a wide grin. Charlotte had thick and glossy blonde hair of shoulder length, and a round face that like Peter's, creased easily into a smile. Both of their eyes, hers round and his almond were…burgundy of course. We had talked to them about our way of life, but they would not be dissuaded. A friend of theirs, a female from another coven they had encountered, called Caroline had also come to be a witness to our matrimony.
'You may recite your vows to one another'.
Despite the fact he was not repeating words after a minister Jasper's words were traditionally spoken.
'I Jasper Whitlock, affirm my love to you Mary Alice Brandon, by taking you to be my wife, to stay by my side as my partner, my equal, and my one true love. I will trust you and laugh with you, regardless of the obstacles we may face together, for whatever you will face, I will face. I will try in every way to be worthy of your love. I humbly give you my hand, my heart, and my love, for as long as we both shall exist, because you…you Alice are my reason…"
I continued to meet Jasper's steady gaze, rarely needing to blink. It was as if we were generating our own gravity field, an electrically changed bond closing out anyone and anything around us. His eye-line was tied to mine, as clear as the lines drawn on a map of constellations that connected stars together to create some mythical image. I briefly imagined Jasper as the constellation Pegasus, the wild and brilliant creature, and I was, as he saw it, the one who tamed him from the first moment he laid sight on my golden eyes, symbolic of the golden bridle that had captured Pegasus, yet Jasper's was a glad acceptance. I had given him his wings, but he had also given me mine.
I smiled, and Jasper's answering one was quick in response to the thrill of joy he felt resounding from me. He was mine. Unlike Pegasus, who was no ones in the legend which I had twisted greatly out of context, to suit me. My mind was wondering, but I could consider so many things at once and I did not lose my concentration.
My voice low, but piercing the air with its commanding crystal clarity spoke the words that poured out from my soul…well how else could I describe it? That's how I felt.
'I take you, Jasper Whitlock, to be my husband, to share the wonderful times and testing times firmly by my side. I give you my hand and my heart with all the love it can hold, to you. I promise to encourage and inspire you, to laugh with you, and to comfort you when we face sorrow and struggle. I will always be honest with you, patient, and forgiving. But I promise also to be a true and loyal friend to you. I love you, Jasper, and always will until the end of my existence, and I hope to be worthy of your love for every day of that existence. For, since I first became this being and first saw your face in my mind, you have been my life.'
We were both still gazing into the depths of each others eyes, each filled with wonder that we had the other. It felt good to say all those words. Normally it was unspoken, mutual between us; unnecessary even to try and describe our spiritual connection with words. But this, if any, was the time to say those truths, to stand there connecting us for the rest of eternity. There would be no need to ever renew them.
'I can now pronounce you husband and wife. You can kiss you're bride Jasper. And Alice, you can kiss your husband!' Peter grinned.
Jasper swung our clasped hands down to our sides as he pressed his body to mine allowing our lips to meet. I stood on tiptoes to meet them, almost like a ballerina, leaning forward so my weight rested against his chest.
Jaspers POV
Alice. My wonderful Alice, my angel and partner that make my words and thoughts regarding her become beautiful poetry and prose. She is truly my saviour.
As I spun her around, after we had take our vows, the sparkle in her eyes seemed to linger in the air around her like the fragile beads of dew that draped like diamonds over the blades of grass in the early. And she, she was my dawn.
My dress was made of white satin, delicately covered with fine prints of black narcissus flowers. The fabric was bunched up around my left hip, and hung one-sided off my left shoulder. It wasn't a wedding dress exactly… but what did that matter? That only mattered for humans, and I… well obviously I was not human. However I wasn't completely devoid of tradition...I still wore a garter under my dress.
I had on green silk and gold trim shoes with small heels. It had been difficult to find the right size to fit my feet, but not impossible as I could scan pretty much every shoe shop in the state with my mind, as long as I made a short-lived decision to visit said shop at some future point. Easy, really.
I felt like I should dress up a bit, although for whose benefit I wasn't sure. I was certain Jasper would hardly register it, for I knew his eyes would barley leave mine.
Still, when he saw me step out through the door in my newly attired dress, his hand lingered tenderly where the satin clung to my tiny waist.
We had written our own vows of course. Okay strictly that was not true; we had not actually written anything. Obviously we don't need cues when we have the perfect memory, but the point was that we didn't need to prepare anything. We knew exactly what we meant to each other, and the words would come easily to the tips of our tongues, like they come a poet who is caught in a moment of inspiration and finds his pen cannot scribble fast enough to convey all he means.
The walls of the building we to wed in were made up of white unevenly cut stone, and arch shaped windows. It was not a church, but it was a quietly beautiful place, and the aura of peace and serenity that small churches contained hung in the air. Well, it wasn't Jasper creating that atmosphere at least. I could always sense the difference. Whenever his emotions purposely or even unintentionally swept me up, affecting mine, I felt like it was an extension of myself, an infiltration into my soul, whereas this peace was separate. I had warned him that I didn't need any sedating on our wedding day. He had smirked in response and answered,
'You know of course it's not only calmness I can create. I can heighten emotions as well.'
I had reached up and tapped his nose with my finger. 'No tampering from you. I may be small, but I can be plenty intense myself, thank you very much.'
We now stood in front of Peter. It was several weeks ago since Jasper had proposed to me, and we had gone in search of his old friends to ask them if they would officiate our wedding. It had not been too difficult to find them; last time Jasper had been with them had had learned in detail their future plans and so had a rough idea of where they would be, although of course they couldn't keep permanent residence anywhere.
It had been at Peter's recommendation that we come to this beautiful little place to get married, for he and Charlotte had recently lingered here and had been struck by it too.
Peter was tall and lean, with fine, dusty brown hair, which flopped over his forehead in a large fringe. He had thin lips and a wide grin. Charlotte had thick and glossy blonde hair of shoulder length, and a round face that like Peter's, creased easily into a smile. Both of their eyes, hers round and his almond were…burgundy of course. We had talked to them about our way of life, but they would not be dissuaded. A friend of theirs, a female from another coven they had encountered, called Caroline had also come to be a witness to our matrimony.
'You may recite your vows to one another'.
Despite the fact he was not repeating words after a minister Jasper's words were traditionally spoken.
'I Jasper Whitlock, affirm my love to you Mary Alice Brandon, by taking you to be my wife, to stay by my side as my partner, my equal, and my one true love. I will trust you and laugh with you, regardless of the obstacles we may face together, for whatever you will face, I will face. I will try in every way to be worthy of your love. I humbly give you my hand, my heart, and my love, for as long as we both shall exist, because you…you Alice are my reason…"
I continued to meet Jasper's steady gaze, rarely needing to blink. It was as if we were generating our own gravity field, an electrically changed bond closing out anyone and anything around us. His eye-line was tied to mine, as clear as the lines drawn on a map of constellations that connected stars together to create some mythical image. I briefly imagined Jasper as the constellation Pegasus, the wild and brilliant creature, and I was, as he saw it, the one who tamed him from the first moment he laid sight on my golden eyes, symbolic of the golden bridle that had captured Pegasus, yet Jasper's was a glad acceptance. I had given him his wings, but he had also given me mine.
I smiled, and Jasper's answering one was quick in response to the thrill of joy he felt resounding from me. He was mine. Unlike Pegasus, who was no ones in the legend which I had twisted greatly out of context, to suit me. My mind was wondering, but I could consider so many things at once and I did not lose my concentration.
My voice low, but piercing the air with its commanding crystal clarity spoke the words that poured out from my soul…well how else could I describe it? That's how I felt.
'I take you, Jasper Whitlock, to be my husband, to share the wonderful times and testing times firmly by my side. I give you my hand and my heart with all the love it can hold, to you. I promise to encourage and inspire you, to laugh with you, and to comfort you when we face sorrow and struggle. I will always be honest with you, patient, and forgiving. But I promise also to be a true and loyal friend to you. I love you, Jasper, and always will until the end of my existence, and I hope to be worthy of your love for every day of that existence. For, since I first became this being and first saw your face in my mind, you have been my life.'
We were both still gazing into the depths of each others eyes, each filled with wonder that we had the other. It felt good to say all those words. Normally it was unspoken, mutual between us; unnecessary even to try and describe our spiritual connection with words. But this, if any, was the time to say those truths, to stand there connecting us for the rest of eternity. There would be no need to ever renew them.
'I can now pronounce you husband and wife. You can kiss you're bride Jasper. And Alice, you can kiss your husband!' Peter grinned.
Jasper swung our clasped hands down to our sides as he pressed his body to mine allowing our lips to meet. I stood on tiptoes to meet them, almost like a ballerina, leaning forward so my weight rested against his chest.
Jaspers POV
Alice. My wonderful Alice, my angel and partner that make my words and thoughts regarding her become beautiful poetry and prose. She is truly my saviour.
As I spun her around, after we had take our vows, the sparkle in her eyes seemed to linger in the air around her like the fragile beads of dew that draped like diamonds over the blades of grass in the early. And she, she was my dawn.