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xp_logsAppearances can be deceiving - Cain gets a surprise at a recently bridesmaided Amanda.
Amanda cursed the shoes as she hurried back up the aisle to where the rest of the wedding party was waiting. She'd had to settle Meggan with Kurt, make sure she didn't decide to suddenly glomp onto her BoofulManda during the actual ceremony, and now she was running behind. Smoothing down the dress and making sure the scary number of pins holding her hair up hadn't shifted, she looked around for Cain - for some reason, it had been decided to match the pair of them together...
Cain trudged up to the rest of the party, adjusting his tie in one of the many ornate mirrors that the castle seemed to have. Nice place, he'd decided. Maybe he'd build one when he was ready to retire.
Checking the wedding plan to make sure nothing had changed since the rehearsal, Cain sighed and began to look around for Amanda. Normal convention would have had him escorting Marie-Ange down the aisle, with her being the tallest bridesmaid, but for some reason her innate Frenchness insisted Theo's fur and her hair matched too well to pass up. Thus, Cain found himself in the unenviable position of walking alongside the punk chain-smoking witch. It was a good thing, he decided, that neither Nathan nor Moira were much for traditional weddings.
At least Cain wouldn't be hard to spot, even with what seemed like the entire population of Scotland around the place... Amanda paused to share a couple of words and a joke with David and Theo, blushing at the compliments - she'd even taken out the eyebrow piercings, and switched the nose stud for a tiny diamond that was hardly noticeable. Manuel would so approve.
Cain saw Theo talking to one of the bridesmaids... hmm, definitely not Domino, unless she was in disguise. Wasn't Angie, too tall for Rahne... must be one of Moira's cousins, he decided.
Walking over, he nodded to the two Pack members, cracking his neck from side to side. "Well, we're about to get started, soon as I find..." he looked down at the bridesmaid, and piece by piece, a picture of realization started forming in his brain.
Replace the dress with a faded t-shirt and ripped jeans, the classy shoes with Doc Martens, uncurl and unpin the hair, stick some more metal in her face, keep her up for three days straight and this girl almost looked like...
"Amanda...?" Cain blurted, "Holy crap, what'd they do to you?"
Amanda was amused. Highly. Remy had said something once about throwing people off-balance with appearances, and here was a classic example of it. "I've been bridesmaided," she said with a grin, and if there had been any lingering doubt, the accent removed it. Doing a little spin, she cocked her head at him. "The things we do, huh? Still, doesn't look half bad..." Her tone implied that she didn't mind at all, and was fully aware of the fact that 'half-bad' was an understatement.
"Yeah," Cain muttered. Despite all obvious appearances, this could not possibly be the same little gutter wretch that had been the bane of his first nine months in the mansion. "Y'look, um... you clean up well."
The beginning strains of the wedding march played, and Cain saw Theo take Marie-Ange's arm and walk out into the courtyard to where the guests were arranged. "I think we're on deck," he muttered, offering Amanda his elbow. "Let's do this thing."
"Thank you, kind sir," she teased, slipping for a moment into the more generic British accent she used for formal occasions. "You look rather spiffy yourself." She took the offered arm, drawing herself to her admittedly not-great full height. "Think they'll let me smoke while we're waitin'?"
At the wave from Moira's uncle, Cain gave a grin and nodded. "No time, we're on. Besides," he added in a whisper, "Moira'd kill you and I just got this suit. Dry cleaning doesn't do much for witch brains."
"Was just havin' a lend of you any way," she whispered back, grinning up at him. "Wouldn't dare mess with Moira's big day." And then there was no more time for talk as the music started up and the long-awaited ceremony was on.
Amanda cursed the shoes as she hurried back up the aisle to where the rest of the wedding party was waiting. She'd had to settle Meggan with Kurt, make sure she didn't decide to suddenly glomp onto her BoofulManda during the actual ceremony, and now she was running behind. Smoothing down the dress and making sure the scary number of pins holding her hair up hadn't shifted, she looked around for Cain - for some reason, it had been decided to match the pair of them together...
Cain trudged up to the rest of the party, adjusting his tie in one of the many ornate mirrors that the castle seemed to have. Nice place, he'd decided. Maybe he'd build one when he was ready to retire.
Checking the wedding plan to make sure nothing had changed since the rehearsal, Cain sighed and began to look around for Amanda. Normal convention would have had him escorting Marie-Ange down the aisle, with her being the tallest bridesmaid, but for some reason her innate Frenchness insisted Theo's fur and her hair matched too well to pass up. Thus, Cain found himself in the unenviable position of walking alongside the punk chain-smoking witch. It was a good thing, he decided, that neither Nathan nor Moira were much for traditional weddings.
At least Cain wouldn't be hard to spot, even with what seemed like the entire population of Scotland around the place... Amanda paused to share a couple of words and a joke with David and Theo, blushing at the compliments - she'd even taken out the eyebrow piercings, and switched the nose stud for a tiny diamond that was hardly noticeable. Manuel would so approve.
Cain saw Theo talking to one of the bridesmaids... hmm, definitely not Domino, unless she was in disguise. Wasn't Angie, too tall for Rahne... must be one of Moira's cousins, he decided.
Walking over, he nodded to the two Pack members, cracking his neck from side to side. "Well, we're about to get started, soon as I find..." he looked down at the bridesmaid, and piece by piece, a picture of realization started forming in his brain.
Replace the dress with a faded t-shirt and ripped jeans, the classy shoes with Doc Martens, uncurl and unpin the hair, stick some more metal in her face, keep her up for three days straight and this girl almost looked like...
"Amanda...?" Cain blurted, "Holy crap, what'd they do to you?"
Amanda was amused. Highly. Remy had said something once about throwing people off-balance with appearances, and here was a classic example of it. "I've been bridesmaided," she said with a grin, and if there had been any lingering doubt, the accent removed it. Doing a little spin, she cocked her head at him. "The things we do, huh? Still, doesn't look half bad..." Her tone implied that she didn't mind at all, and was fully aware of the fact that 'half-bad' was an understatement.
"Yeah," Cain muttered. Despite all obvious appearances, this could not possibly be the same little gutter wretch that had been the bane of his first nine months in the mansion. "Y'look, um... you clean up well."
The beginning strains of the wedding march played, and Cain saw Theo take Marie-Ange's arm and walk out into the courtyard to where the guests were arranged. "I think we're on deck," he muttered, offering Amanda his elbow. "Let's do this thing."
"Thank you, kind sir," she teased, slipping for a moment into the more generic British accent she used for formal occasions. "You look rather spiffy yourself." She took the offered arm, drawing herself to her admittedly not-great full height. "Think they'll let me smoke while we're waitin'?"
At the wave from Moira's uncle, Cain gave a grin and nodded. "No time, we're on. Besides," he added in a whisper, "Moira'd kill you and I just got this suit. Dry cleaning doesn't do much for witch brains."
"Was just havin' a lend of you any way," she whispered back, grinning up at him. "Wouldn't dare mess with Moira's big day." And then there was no more time for talk as the music started up and the long-awaited ceremony was on.
