Chapter One: If I Could Rearrange the Alphabet...
Vinyl.
I read once, a long time ago, that everyone's life begins not with a bang, but with a whimper... I think I may have read it wrong because my life was, has been, and always will be starting, ending, and rolling on with a big bang, bang, bang!
I was pretty young when I said all that. I had to do some growing up since then. Had to become a man... A man with girly parts and boobs. But -you know- a man. God... That was so long ago. What's it been? One, two...? Four months? Yeah. Let's see... It was snowing, Octavia already got her presents from Santa, and I remember I was drunk the week before... So, that was a little into January. Now the snow's all gone, flowers are blooming like a guy's woody in the morning, so it's been a few months.
Yeah, I don't know where I was going with that either. Sorry. I know our talks are usually all kinds of messy; but it's never this hectic, right? I just can't keep myself wrapped up right now. I'm about ready to burst. Seriously, you better step back because I am just gonna be jizzing everywhere any minute now. I don't know how I'm gonna pull of jizzing everywhere without a schlong, but I'll find a way...
What were we on about again? GAH! I'm just too excited to keep focused! I'm getting married! Me, married. To a hot, sexy, talented musical genius and lover; Octavia by name. It was a hell of a road getting here to the church... But we're here. All dressed up, tucked up, and made-up. I mean -sure- I'm getting a little choked up with what I'm wearing; I think Rare tailored it too tight thinking the stress was gonna make me lose a few pounds. Spoiler: I never get stressed... Never... Stop thinking of times I was stressed! You're stressing me out!
Anyway, the clothes are a bit tight. And this ain't really my first choice of places to get hitched. My first choice was a drive through. But, Gramps said getting hitched is all about "compromise". He used a lot of bigger, fancier words; but I forgot most of them. But I did remember "compromise". I heard a lot of that this past month. Compromise this, compromise that, compromise on the food, compromise on the guests. But, I'd be lying if I said it was torture finding a compromise. Tavi had to meet me on just as many comps as I had to do for her.
Planning the wedding was actually pretty damn fun... Well, for me. Probably for Octavia too. But, we have our reasons for that. Won't bore you on that one. After all, we're gathered here today to get two hot bodies together for keeps and shit. And I'm one of those hot bods. So, if you'll excuse me... I have an Octavia to get wed to.
Octavia.
Six years. Within a simple six years, so many things could very well occur.
You can fall in love in six simple years. You can get married in six simple years as well. Someone could change their whole entire reason for being in six years.
And yet, you can meet your one true love and know it in just one day and spend six years trying to realize it. Time is such a funny thing... Almost as funny as silly, fickle emotions. One moment you have it all, and you never wish to have it go. The next, you're in the empty streets wondering where and when your life crumbled from where you thought the precipice of perfection was; only to realize that what you thought was the peak was merely the first incline. In short, life changes very quickly and unexpectedly. No one can predict it (unless you're Lyra), and no one can plan for it. That was a hard lesson for me to learn.
It may come as a surprise, but I like things to be in a more systematic control. Everything has a place, and every place has something to it. No more, no less. I was raised on that. But, here I am... My plans were to get married to a wealthy man who could bring me into the inner circles of higher society, escalate myself through the ranks of musical talents that filled the classical and refined fields, and live soundly once I reached the pinnacle of all that. Those were the plans my family instilled in me.
Now... I'm going woefully unsure of what's to come into a marriage to an eccentric woman with no plans of her own; our only expectation being to live a modest life in an apartment while living paycheck-to-paycheck and noodles.
Ah... How happy I am to be living this life now. I mean that with all my heart and soul. It won't be a glorious life; definitely not. But it will be a life of our love for one another. A love none could take away from us... Not even ourselves. And to me, that is truly glorious. An unbreakable bond between two. I only wish that everyone can find such a love one day. Even now, looking at the masses of seats our wedding has filled, I see that kind of love linking between people.
Those people... All of them out there in the front few rows... They gave so much for the two of us. Vinyl and I had made our plans for a wedding some weeks ago. And, when we told our friends, we were ordered to put our pens and papers down, and to stop planning our wedding.
"You two need to relax for once. For everything you've done for us, let us do something for you".
And with that, most of the wedding was out of our hands. They all took over. We merely sat back and advised on what sort of wedding we wanted; as well as the small details. But, our coordinator took control of everything, and our friends pulled everything together. Vinyl loved every minute of it... I admit I tried to sneak in my own hand to making the wedding. I'm certain they would have handled everything perfectly... But... I just can't sit idle when their's planning.
It's my nature.
Still, they insisted we sit it out and allow them handle any and every aspect of the wedding. I was very reluctant at first. It simply isn't done that way after all. But, looking at it all now, I must admit my fears were proved unfounded. Everything is perfect down to the flowers and lighting. She did just a wonderful job of putting it all together. And these flowers? Only Lyra could have picked my favorites... I mean, outside of the bride-to-be that is. Such goes without saying.
And now, here we are at last. Standing before the woman I love; the woman I would follow come flood or famine. This day I have dreamt of for so long... Down to absolute perfection.
Hands locked together.
Dozens of eyes were set upon the only point of true interest in the building. True enough that the church hall was decorated beautifully; lilies that seemed to change colors from blue to pink to purple as light caught against them at different angles lining the pews, glittering balls of light drifting almost hypnotically overhead. Even the guests of the ceremony were something to lay you eyes on with how beautifully they all dressed. And yet, not an eye wander too far from center stage; from the two women standing hand in hand at the alter.
Vinyl embodied both apprehension and awe where she stood. Her features -normally bombastic or relaxed given her mood at the time- were rigid, yet shaken as if she could crumble into a pile of Scratch at any moment. To the onlookers, she looked almost alien in her tailored tuxedo as well as the way she held up her perfect posture. She looked as though a simple word from the woman standing before her would send her toppling down like a sack of bricks. But, she stood there; permissibly sweaty palm in Octavia's and her other arm tucked behind her awkwardly.
The poor girl did not look comfortable.
Octavia on the other hand was the picture of serenity. That alone may have been why Vinyl was so visibly stunned. The woman she adored more than anything was before her without a doubt in her body; and it showed. Her entire form shined like an iridescent angel in her pure white gown and veil. Not a hair of hers was out of place, and neither was what she focused on. Vinyl. The love of her life. She looked at her with bright eyes and held her Vinyl's hand warmly. Perhaps with hopes that some of her confidence and comfort would flow into Vinyl.
Still, Vinyl looked too adorable for words in that moment to her.
The silence shared in the vast church was broken as an older woman stood from the front row. She made a small gesture to the two as she went to stand off to the side of the alter. With a clear of her voice and a quick fix of her spectacles, she addressed every soul in the church. "Ladies, gentlemen, children... Today, we gather here today for many reasons. For love, for friendship. For kindness, for remembrance. For hope, for fulfillment. But above all, we gathered here on this specific day for these two very special young women. Vinyl Scratch and Octavia--" a sharp inhale echoed through the church, "--Soon-to-be-Scratch."
"Oh, come on!" A young voice cried out above everyone else exhaling their hopeful breaths.
"These two wonderfully amazing women have touched the lives of everyone here. From Vinyl's cheerful and at times wild-abandon to aid whomever she may. Though, that has not stopped her from aiding those that did not want her assistance. That reason alone could fill anywhere with compassion. But, there is also Octavia. Someone I know personally through my daughter. That is why I can say with the utmost certainty she is one of the finest people I have ever known. I cannot speak of a greater union... At least not until the reception.
"But, enough flattery and banter. We're all gathered here for one greater purpose. The purpose of seeing these two women bound together in holy matrimony." A small surge went through everyone present, but no one moved to cheer or clap; there would be a time for that later.
"Now... Vinyl..." Octavia had to lightly squeeze her lover's hand to shock her to her senses so she would at least nod, "Do you take Octavia to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold? In sickness and health? Until death parts you both in this world?"
Vinyl wished now more then ever in her whole life that she had the shades to hide behind. Looking into Octavia's eyes now -those perfect orbs filled with such endless love for her- made her already strained legs feel like splintering under her. But, when she nearly buckled under herself, that reassuring squeeze graced around her palm again. "Back from the brink... You've got me again."
Every eye remained on the two of them and the ceremony centered around them. For most, it was a day long overdue. A day they all waited for just as long as Vinyl had to. And for some in the church, this was the reward for all their hard work. Slaving over invites, decorating a church, finding a church, finding decorations, organizing every minute detail, all so the brides wouldn't have to stress over a detail. So their perfect day would be flawless in execution. However, as relaxing as it was for Vinyl and Octavia, the ones behind the organization and coordination were far from relaxed.
In their hearts they wanted to listen to the ceremony and enjoy the fruits of their labor; as well as the joyful moment of the two people they worked so hard for. But, their heads were throbbing with stress. Looking back at it all, maybe they should have let Vinyl and Octavia pitch in a tiny bit... But hindsight's twenty-twenty.
In hindsight they should have only let Vinyl hire one coordinator.
In hindsight they should have sent out the invites earlier or at least through the mail.
In hindsight they should have pulled all of the bridal-party together sooner.
In hindsight... They probably should have started a month ago instead of three days ago.
But, in hindsight, it all started because of three little words...
"Are you sure you don't want us to be involved at all? This is our wedding after all..."
"Hey! We'll bring you in to look things over when we put something together, get your 'go-ahead' on whatever it is, and everything'll be perfect!"
"Well... I'm not so sure, Lyra... This isn't something normally done..."
"Octi, Octi, Octi... WE GOT THIS! Everything will be PERFECT! You just watch. We'll really knock your pants off. Which'll make the honeymoon easier, y'know?!"
"...You have this?"
"We got this."
"Vinyl and I will have nothing to worry about...?"
"All you'll have to worry about is focusing all your brain on just how amazing we're gonna blow this wedding up!"
"...Fine. If you'll be so insistent on it."
"We got this, Octavia. Don't you worry!"
Present day, Octavia and Vinyl truly had little to nothing stressing them out on the day of their wedding. The few days leading up to it had their worries, but were otherwise calm and relaxing for the two of them. All the work was left to trusted friends and loved ones. Friends that never would divulge what transpired those past three days. As long as both Vinyl and Octavia said "I do" and they all made it through the reception at the end, it would be the perfect wedding.
As far as Vinyl and Octavia were concerned anyway.