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- Joined: Jan 5 2016, 04:52 AM
DATE: August 4th, 2016
Wedding at 1:30pm
- There was something remotely funny about it being August, the warmth of the sun drying up the air and earth. Sweat causing dark skin to glisten within moments of walking out of the air conditioned building he had been spending time in. He had to have a smoke though, before going back inside. He finished the stick and then turned, heading to the bathroom so that he could gargle. He wouldn't want to offend his future wife with cigarette breath when he laid one on her. It was just about time....
Like, as in...time because Aquila had been locked up for the past seven...ish months or so. Which is why he had been amused that his tasty looking little red-headed tart had been up for still keeping the wedding on. He'd been matched back in January to one beautiful and feisty Siobhan, they had head-butted often and more than likely would have ended up in physical blows had they both not compromised and finally sit and talk. She probably still hated him and he was cool with that, but she still wanted to get hitched too.
He wasn't sure if it was some sort of challenge she'd set for herself, or if the thought of giving up made the tight assed little lawyer dig her heels in when it came to him. Whatever, she was hot and once they were married...he planned on drilling her as deeply as an oil rig. His thoughts were wandering though, dark eyes moving to the floor length mirror in the restroom of the court house. He adjusted the vest, nostrils flaring slightly because he wasn't fond of suits. He'd worn it for her though, after all...it had been seven to eight since he'd been arrested for domestic assault.
No, he hadn't punched her...he'd thought about it a few times when he first met her but he let her be. Instead, he'd put his fist through the face of some unknown as he was yelling in his kid's face about something that was unimportant to Quil. It was when the guy; looking all too professional to be raising his hand at the little guy, got dragged backwards by the collar of his jacket. Only to end up with Quil's fist to his face, yelling right back at him about how that wasn't any way to treat a kid and how did he like it now that he had someone his own size to beat his ass for him.
Alright, he shouldn't have gone all crazy...but Aquila hated anyone tripping out on their kids. Sure, he liked to scare them. Not play the nice guy, but he didn't lift his hand to them if they weren't his and even if they had been....things like that just triggered him anymore. Ever since his accident. It all resulted in him being incarcerated, which hadn't been bad....sure as hell wasn't the first time he'd been there and more than likely would not be the last.
With a sigh, he finished working on his vest and pulled on his suit jacket. She better appreciate the effort he put into giving a fuck.</li>
- Joined: Jan 5 2016, 03:01 PM
Some would have said she was crazy, still going through with this wedding. That she had lost her mind and was a glutton for punishment. Things had been going so well, getting to know Quil. She was learning more about him, and the one day...he was arrested again. Hauled off to the local corrections facility. Siobhan had been able to get Quil's sentence reduced to seven months in the correction facility with a year and a half probation in a back room deal with a judge. Siobhan silently moved the world and told Aquilla not of what she had done. As the red head slipped a dangling earring into her ear, she was certain though if Quil knew what had happened behind closed doors. He would murder the judge. He always had given her that vibe, one step away from murder. Always seeming to find trouble as if he was punishing himself for something; trying to run from something in his past and had become masochistic in his self-destructive tendency.
Siobhan's lips jutted out, pressed together in thought. A deep exhaled breath with her other earring being slipped into the tiny hole that rested in her lower ear lobe. Siobhan looked every inch a dream in her gown. It was not the traditional white gown of a bride, but nothing about this wedding nor either of them was traditional. Nothing was the image she had so often pictured in her mind as a young girl. Part of her was angry that things had not gone to plan but her mum's voice in her head told her to buck up and it would all be fine. To stop jutting her lips out and to act like she had some sense in her brain. She smiled at her own reflection in the mirror, she hoped Aquila would think she looked stunning in the dress. Knowing what she knew of him, Siobhan doubted that her dress could make his heart skip a beat.
Still a girl could hope that her groom was dazzled by her good looks. Some women dieted before their wedding to be the slimmest version of themselves for their dress. To be the coveted rail thin frame that made men ooh and ahh over themselves. From what Siobhan had observed in Aquila's apartment when she told him she'd take care of it while he was gone. Was that was not his taste. His magazines of shapely model's on motorcycles, with a guitar positioned in compromising ways. Siobhan had held up a center fold, cheeks warm as she tilted her head and gawked at the magazine one day.
Well at least she would not have to diet herself rail thin to please him in that department. Small blessing. Siobhan turned in the mirror. The dress was short, almost too short. Perfect for tantalizing the man that had before called her up tight. Short and low cut, revealing almost a scandalous amount of cleavage and yet she had added some feathers at the top of make it more tasteful. Taking painstaking care that This dress would show him exactly how up tight she could be. Her long legs appearing even longer due to the high heels on her feet. Shoes that she had bought at a seedy adult store, giving the man at the counter a scathing look when he asked where she danced.
A glance up at the clock, it was almost time. She rinsed her mouth with peppermint flavored rinse for the third time. Just to make sure her breath was clean. She smelled of sweet cherries from her perfume. Siobhan had arranged for them to have a small get away, for a few nights on the beach in Charleston, South Carolina. A bit of old world elegance with the slowness of southern life. It was time...a glance back at her reflection as she made her way to courtroom.