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Post by michael alexander cecil on Feb 3, 2012 14:51:15 GMT -5
 
"oh my god, wesley, what if i mess this whole thing up? what if i'm up there, so transfixed on her that i don't hear the priest tell me to say i do and then she thinks that i'm saying i don't? oh my god, i'm going to have a fucking panic attack." michael said, looking at himself in the mirror. his brother and best guy friend stood behind him, fixing his suit so that it laid nicely. there was no panic on wesley's face, non at all, and that started to panic michael even more. "oh my god what if i have a panic attack while i'm up there and make myself look like an idiot?" michael glanced up at wesley again, fidgeting with his coat's sleeve. then he saw it. the look in wesley's eyes that told him that everything would end up fine. michael cringed and rotated so he could see ever part of the suit that he had on. "let's go. you look great." wesley said after a long silence, and michael nodded his head in agreement. "i hate nerves." he grumbled as he walked out of his room and to his position at the alter.
he turned and waited for the time to come. the time when ila would walk to the end of the aisle and michael would get to see her. he hadn't seen her for a couple days now because of bad luck rules, and he was ready to see her again. what if he did screw this up? he wanted this to be perfect for ila, just like she was perfect to him. michael glanced up at wesley who was standing as his best man, and wesley smiled at michael. it took michael by surprise, because he hadn't seen wesley smile in a while. he knew that wesley had been struggling with things lately. getting over people, moving on toward a new future, and forgetting his past. including his attempted suicide. michael smiled back at wesley and then turned forward again, soon fidgeting with his jacket. "michael, leave the jacket alone. jesus." he heard wesley whisper behind him, an aggravated tone obvious. oops. "sorry." he whispered to wesley and then turned back to the front. just in time to see the doors open.
there was something about the moment that you saw the bride in her dress. michael wasn't sure what it was, but every emotion that he had ever felt for ila was apparent. he could feel the breath in his chest catch, and there was no one else in the room. he didn't see wesley, the crowd, or the pianist. no. all he saw was ila and she was everything he had ever dreamed for.
tag; ila/alba
listening to; moves like jagger by maroon 5
notes; and here we go. so happy.
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Post by ila angelique blanche on Feb 3, 2012 16:26:40 GMT -5
Who would have believed huh? That one day she was going to be the one dressed in white walking down the aisle to meet her husband at the end. Ila looked herself at the mirror in total silence, no emotions on her face where shown, she was scared and cold and she was getting nervous sick. She had to take a deep breath, she was sure she wanted this, she was sure she wanted Michael and that she wanted to marry him. But it was all very surreal, as if the girl staring back at her in the mirror wasn’t her at all, as if the girl dressed in that designer stunning white bride dress wasn’t her. Inside Ila was really happy, since the moment she met Michael her life brightened up a lot, she had never been as happy as she had been with him, this was the right thing to do and she had to repeat herself that a few times. Her bridesmaid was moving around the room fixing this and that while Ila was motionless in front of the mirror trying to figure out if she behind all those nerves was a trace of happiness. And there was, there was.
“Ila, dear, it’s time” Another deep breath and she knew she was ready, or as ready as she will ever be. She was getting married to the man of her dreams and the father of her child. The dress did a good job hiding the slight bump in her stomach that was their kind inside her and Ila smiled when she posed her eyes on it, caressing it with both her hands. Two painfully long days without seeing him, and it had been hard because since the moment he came into her life they had never been apart more than a few hours. She was eager to see him in that suit, knowing he would just look flawless, as flawless and perfect and marvelous as he was, and she knew someone up in heaven loved her very much to send her such a man because she didn’t deserved him at all. “Did you hear that? I’m marrying your father.” She whispered to her belly and then straightened to walk down that long aisle, at least long for her.
As she walked holding onto her father’s arm and stood on the door ready for it to be opened she tried to calm down her breathe, thinking of not tripping and messing up, what if she forgot what to say? What if she tripped the day of her wedding in front of all that people? The moment the door opened though her eyes went straight to him and there he was, staring back at her with that amazing smile of him that made her feel dizzy and she had to hold stronger onto her father’s arm so she won’t fall. He was stunning, he was perfect and the world revolved around the two of them. Suddenly she wasn’t on the church anymore, she wasn’t even on the world, they were on the place the two of them belonged, together, forever. She had no other thoughts and all she could focus on it was him and his smile, how happy he seemed in that second the world stopped around us and when she realized she was up on the altar, kissing her father goodbye and taking Michael’s hand, ready to become Mrs. Cecil. When she was in front of him, she mouthed those words she was so sure of, the only words in her life she had say so sincerely.
And it was all perfect in that moment; everything was in the right place. She understood why it never worked with anyone else, because she had been waiting for Michael all her life and it couldn’t have been other way or with someone else. There was no happier girl in the world right at moment, there wouldn’t be any girl in the world ever as happy as she would be. “I love you.”
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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 671
NOTES, so damn beautiful, so happy...
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Post by michael alexander cecil on Feb 6, 2012 15:18:11 GMT -5
ila and michael had their ups and downs recently, mostly because of the gossip that had traveled through the press and gossip girl. they had fought, laughed, cried, and found each other again. finding ila again wasn't hard for michael, because there was something inside of him that was always drawn to her. like a soul mate. and there she was, his soul mate, walking toward him. his eyes almost teared up, but he wanted to hold it together. he held eye contact the whole time that she walked toward him, and then walked down so that he could take her from her father. when she spoke the three words, he couldn't help but break into a grin and meet her eyes again "and i love you." he said to her, keeping a hold on her hand.
as they swore their vows, michael never took his eyes off of her. he didn't want to miss this moment. not for a second. "i do." he said without missing a beat. when he took the ring to slip it on her finger, he was shaking just slightly. this had been another thing he had worried about. his nerves always got the best of him. he took a deep breath and then slid the ring on her finger, keeping his hand on hers again for a few seconds. he looked up and met her eyes again, this time it was obvious that he was holding back crying. he smiled at her, taking a deep breath, and mouthing i love you. when it was her turn to put his ring on, he couldn't help but shake just a little bit again. a single tear fell down his cheek out of happiness. there was only one person in this world that made him happy like this, and she was standing right in front of him.
when he was told that they were now husband and wife, and that he may kiss the bride, he leaned in, pulled her close and kissed her with passion, but with a soft kiss. a way of kissing he'd never done before ila. when he pulled back, he finally noticed the audience, and the fact that they were clapping. he turned back to ila and grinned from ear to ear. there was never a time that he could remember feeling this happy. he grabbed her hand, and led her down the aisle. "mrs. cecil," he said and looked to her, liking the way that it sounded, "we beat them." he said, referring to when they had discussed that they might take away hers and his happiness. he squeezed her hand just slightly and said "we won."
when they got to the after party, michael lifted her into his arms and carried her through the door. he smiled and set her at the head table, looking around at all the people that had come to the after party. it was a large party, but michael was happy to see that. it meant that all of these people supported them no matter what. he glanced over at ila and said "i love you." he couldn't seem to say it enough tonight. michael ate what was put in front of him, secretly excited about their first dance. he was just so happy to be here with ila.
tag; ila/alba
listening to; i run to you by lady antebellum
notes; ila and michael. so much love <3
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Post by ila angelique blanche on Feb 6, 2012 16:32:07 GMT -5
It was the most wonderful moment of her life, it beat everything else. Ila was the happiest girl in the world right at that moment and what she had been through was forgotten now, all behind her. Press got word of her being pregnant and that put their life, Michael’s and she’s upside down, they fought, they cried and made up, because no matter what happened between them there was always a way, they always went back to each other. Michael loved her with all his heart and soul, the same way she loved him now even though at first she had her doubts. Ila had been scared of him being like he previous relationship or like everyone else, wanting her just for fame and money but he had showed more than once his sincere love for her and she ended up falling. Now she was marrying him, holding his hands as they were facing each other, she smiled softly when he answered her words with the same and squeezed his hand softly.
Ila couldn’t remember much of the ceremony, it went in some sort of trance with her eyes fixed on him and her whole life ahead of her, a life she wasn’t going to live alone but always by the side of the man standing in front of her. Michael, the love of her life. The moment came when she become Mrs. Cecil, it sounded so good, so right, so absolutely perfect. Her voice didn’t failed her, she didn’t even tremble, Ila was really sure of what she was doing, she didn’t want anything else in her life. “I do.” She looked down as he slipped the ring in her finger and as she slipped the ring on his. When she met his eyes he was about to cry and she had to hold back her own tears too and a happy laugh, she smiled at him though and mouthed the words back at him because they were the only words that made sense in that moment, the only words she wanted to say to him. It was all like a fairy tale, when he went to kiss her there was no one else around them; she wrapped her arms around him and enjoyed the kiss because no one else made her feel like her did.
She was unaware to all the audience until he turned at them and then back at her with the most breath taking smile he had ever offered her and she was mesmerized for a second. He took her down the aisle as she clung to his side and laughed, really happy and waving to her friends. Michael grabbed her hand and squeezed it, turning to talk to her and what he said made her cry, little tears roll down her checks. “You’re right my love, we did it.” Hearing him say Mrs. Cecil sounded wonderfully right… she wasn’t sad of leaving her name behind, of being known now as Mrs. Cecil instead of Blanche… It made her feel she belonged to him somehow, because she did, Ila belonged to Michael and Michael belonged to Ila.
The party was the best part of all the wedding, he took her in his arms and set her down in their table, everyone clapping and cheering for them as she turned red and hid her face in his neck. More people than she expected supported them and she was very happy about that fact, Ila never had many friends but it had been now when the situation came crashing down when she realized how many friends she actually had and they were quite a few. “I love you too.” She laughed, and smiled and ate and talked to her husband and her parents and enjoyed it all, her father’s cheer made her laugh and cry and it was very much appreciated, they never cared about who she was by her side as long as she loved that person and that person loved her back. And Michael did, that was a given and there were no doubts about it, just as the fact that she was really happy with him, really happy. The moment came when they had to dance and she rose from her chair and walked to the dance floor meeting Michael there and taking his hands. It wasn’t weird anymore, to think of herself and his wife, she loved it.
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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 736
NOTES, they are so romantic...
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