Post by QuinnTalon on Oct 29, 2013 9:44:57 GMT -5
Weddings were a very private thing in District Four. Back home, two people would go to the Justice Building and get their license, and then they'd just..go home.
Usually, there was a stop to the beach first for sand and seawater. These things would be put into vials--two of each--and they'd go home.
There, they'd combine the things, both of them pouring their own vial simultaneously into the same jar for first the sand, and then for the seawater. The jars were then kept, placed on a mantlepiece or on a table, and the vials that had once held the separate-now-joined earth and water would then be wrapped in silk, and smashed underfoot.
Some couples--those who held to the Old Ways heartily--would slice the palms of their hands with a shard of that newly broken glass and then join the cuts together, their blood mingling. Salt. Sand. Blood.
They would say their vows--also extremely personal--and be joined forever that way until their deaths.
Liv told him that things were different in District Six. They would gather in a building in front of their friends and family, and would say words together and guided by a priest or priestess. They'd affirm themselves before The One and everyone they loved, and light a single candle together before extinguishing the two separate candles, and exchange rings. After, there would be a celebration with food and drink and dancing.
The problem here?
They had no candles.
He took a breath. He could improvise. The symbolism was important, but the vessels were not. It was why he felt no issue taking out the four coffee cups and filling each. Two with seawater. Two with sand.
Two pots--one from the coffee and one from the cooking set--were placed side-by-side.
"This is my first 'wedding'." He said, licking his lips before he looked to Riva. He'd never actually officiated anything before. He'd watched his mother with the Tlaloc a few times. He'd watched funerals and assisted, but he'd never actually officiated, and this time he would be the only one they had.
He just hoped he didn't mess it up.
"We are here to Join in Pledge Olivia Tully and Caleb Hunnington. Before these two say their vows, I have..something I wish to say, and to remind everyone of. Because in the end, it is the most important thing under The One and His Consort."
He took a breath.
He took both their hands then, and joined them together, laying one of his over them for a long moment before releasing. "The One would hear your vows to each other, and then we will join you by salt and by sand, and if it is your wish, we will join you both by blood."
Usually, there was a stop to the beach first for sand and seawater. These things would be put into vials--two of each--and they'd go home.
There, they'd combine the things, both of them pouring their own vial simultaneously into the same jar for first the sand, and then for the seawater. The jars were then kept, placed on a mantlepiece or on a table, and the vials that had once held the separate-now-joined earth and water would then be wrapped in silk, and smashed underfoot.
Some couples--those who held to the Old Ways heartily--would slice the palms of their hands with a shard of that newly broken glass and then join the cuts together, their blood mingling. Salt. Sand. Blood.
They would say their vows--also extremely personal--and be joined forever that way until their deaths.
Liv told him that things were different in District Six. They would gather in a building in front of their friends and family, and would say words together and guided by a priest or priestess. They'd affirm themselves before The One and everyone they loved, and light a single candle together before extinguishing the two separate candles, and exchange rings. After, there would be a celebration with food and drink and dancing.
The problem here?
They had no candles.
He took a breath. He could improvise. The symbolism was important, but the vessels were not. It was why he felt no issue taking out the four coffee cups and filling each. Two with seawater. Two with sand.
Two pots--one from the coffee and one from the cooking set--were placed side-by-side.
"This is my first 'wedding'." He said, licking his lips before he looked to Riva. He'd never actually officiated anything before. He'd watched his mother with the Tlaloc a few times. He'd watched funerals and assisted, but he'd never actually officiated, and this time he would be the only one they had.
He just hoped he didn't mess it up.
"We are here to Join in Pledge Olivia Tully and Caleb Hunnington. Before these two say their vows, I have..something I wish to say, and to remind everyone of. Because in the end, it is the most important thing under The One and His Consort."
He took a breath.
"Love is patient; love is kind;[/color]
love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude.
It does not insist on its own way;
it is not irritable or resentful;
it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth.
It bears all things,
believes all things,
hopes all things,
endures all things.
Love never fails.
But as for prophecies, they will come to an end;
as for tongues,
they will cease;
as for knowledge, it will come to an end.
For we know only in part, and we prophesy only in part;
but when the complete comes, the partial will come to an end.
When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child,
I reasoned like a child; when I became an adult,
I put an end to childish ways.
For now we see in a mirror, dimly,
but then we will see face to face.
Now I know only in part; then I will know fully,
even as I have been fully known.
And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three;
and the greatest of these is love.
He took both their hands then, and joined them together, laying one of his over them for a long moment before releasing. "The One would hear your vows to each other, and then we will join you by salt and by sand, and if it is your wish, we will join you both by blood."