Re: Anne-Lise's Snippets (Edition 12)

[buffythebushkangaroo@xxxxxxxxxxx]

> More! More! More!
> Quin

Its funny, but I dislocated my shoulder on the weekend. The hospital 
gave me dyhydracodeine to take the pain away, but with the 90mg doses 
I'm on, I'm tranked up to the eyeballs. I'm probably writing the most 
whacked-out crazy stuff I've ever managed to jot down. (Truly, my 
arms are falling off, or so it seems) but even so, you want more.

*shakes her head*

Maybe I'm doing something right...

Anne-Lise.

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First there were the dresses. I wanted to wear an identical dress 
to Buffy, same design I mean, and she thought it'd be kinda nice. So 
we went through all the books and stores and we ended up choosing 
English-style wedding dresses with lace veils. Seeing Buffy in her 
wedding dress took my breath away, and by the hungry look in her 
eyes, she was mentally removing me from mine.
Anya arranged for the catering and music, having gone through the 
whole rigmarole herself not long back when Xander tied the knot with 
her. She's changed a lot the last year, become a whole lot more 
sociable and friendly. I can almost like her. Almost.
The rings took us quite awhile to sort out, but it was kinda fun 
explaining we were a couple to each of the jewellers. I still love 
the shock value and the calculating look in their eyes, as if they're 
evaluating the loss to Mankind. They make me laugh that way.
The rings we decided on were Turkish, white gold entwined with pure 
gold, a symbolism special to the both of us. Buffy even went through 
the process of engagement again so that she could slip on my ring 
properly. I guess that's also why I love her... She always thinks 
about others, the little things as well as the big.
We'd planned to marry at the Baptist church where a friend of Giles 
was a minister, but with the weather so mild and perfect we changed 
the venue to Giles' garden. Buffy hates to spend time in or near 
graveyards... She has too many memories there and can't feel 
comfortable.
The kiss was perfect. The moment the words, "Brides, you may now 
kiss each other." were out, Buffy's lips locked onto mine and time 
slowed in the way it always does for a couple in love. And so we were 
married, in every way acknowledgeable except in California, and who 
gives a fuck what they think? We weren't getting married for them.
Buffy's eyes sparkled as I signed my name. Okay, it wasn't a 
marriage register, but a court document legally altering my name to 
Willow Summers. To me, though, there was little difference. After an 
hour of toasting and merriment, Giles ushered our other friends and 
guests inside and gave us some peace. And there amongst the garden 
tools and barbecue set, we finally consummated our marriage. Unlike 
other couples who get the whole night with each other, Buffy's nights 
are spent doing her job. Sometimes she even gets homework and 
overtime; but I knew the whole deal when I signed on. I love her for 
who she is not what she does. I hope she knows that.
Especially now we're together.