for day 28 of @snowbaz-feda
word count: 820
Simon feels anxious because he’s at a huge magical event, but Baz unknowingly distracts him.
Simon and I are sitting in a pew and waiting for the world’s trashiest wedding to start, but he can’t sit still. I’ve tried asking him what was wrong, but he’s not talking. Which means I have nothing to do except look at the familiar faces of every other mage in attendance. They invited the entire magical community, which must have cost a fortune, and the wedding is an aesthetic mess. Its so atrocious that I feel embarrassed to even be associated with it.
Nearly every person near me went to Watford. I only vaguely recall the couple who is getting married, but they remembered me well enough to send an invitation. Baz’s father said that this is a society event, and I decided to attend to eat some free cake.
I want to leave, but I promised myself I would stay.
I can’t sit still. Why hasn’t it started yet?
I feel the hum of everyone’s magic around me, and its a constant reminder that I’m not one of them. Not really. Do they know I don’t have magic anymore? Would they take back my invite if they knew?
Baz sits next to me, whispering critiques in my ear, but his tone suggests that he’s enjoying himself.
“Are those carnations? Crowley.”
The red wings on my back feel like a neon sign. I left them exposed because I wanted to attend as myself – a Normal, with a boyfriend, wings, and a tail. It was easy to be brave before I came here, but I don’t feel brave anymore. I feel like an impostor. I feel like I’m lying. I’m not magic, and I’m not part of this community.
“I could have picked better flowers while walking here, and it’s January.”
I could ask Baz to spell my wings invisible; he’s become pretty good at the spell.
“There’s too many balloons. If you’re older than five, you’re not allowed balloons.”
No, I told myself I would come here as myself. Invisible wings wont change anything. I can do this.
“Snow, our wedding will be much better than this,” Baz mutters.
Fuck. Two lovely blue eyes now gape at me in horror.
Dating Simon for a year has been great. Charmed. A year of bliss that I wouldn’t trade for anything. Except that it was easier to keep my mouth shut a year ago. I’m eight years ahead of him with my crazy thoughts.
I gather the last shreds of my dignity and sneer. “We wouldn’t marry anytime soon, obviously.”
His eyes grow wider.
“You have a time table?” he asks, and I drop the sneer because I have absolutely no dignity left.
Baz slumps in the pew and I strain to hear him say, “Well, you don’t have to agree to it, of course.”
I’m surprised that someone would think about marrying me, especially Baz, who knows how much of me is missing. I really want to know what is in his head.
“Tell me about our wedding,” I say, matching his posture to be on his level.
He quiet for a long while. Sometimes Baz takes awhile to plan what he wants to say, but other times he closes up completely. I don’t know which type of silence he’s having now.
I wish I knew a teleportation spell. Or time travel. Can embarrassment kill vampires? Simon is being quiet. so I can’t change the topic. I have to say something.
I say, “We’d have cherry scones, of course.”
Simon laughs, a watery exhale. When I look at him, I see tears in his eyes. Those tears keep me talking.
“The ceremony would be at night and in the winter, and preferably it’s snowing. To represent our names.”
“You’d freeze,” he says.
“Not with the suits I have in mind.” I tell him about these truly be spectacular suits I found online, and some details that Trixie told me about the uses of pixie magic in such events. I can’t believe he’s listening to my insane ideas. I’m now aware that I’ve said far too much and abruptly shut my mouth.
There’s a beat of silence. Enough of a pause to reconsider teleportation spells.
Simon breaks it by gently asking, “You’re being real? You actually want to marry me?”
He bites his lips, fidgety and shy, and I’d marry him now if this room wasn’t so horrendous. “I’m fond of you, Snow.”
“But marriage. I’d be part of your family. You dad would be my father in law…”
I’m reminded that I don’t even know Simon’s birthday, let alone who he is related to. He was adopted by The Mage but still lived in homes. Marriage means a lot to Simon. I tell him, “I’d do all that with you, if you wanted.”
Music starts to play, and the bridal party queues down the aisle. Their dresses are more horrendous than I imagined.
Simon whispers, “Are we engaged?”
“Crowley, no. I’d get you a ring. Snow, when I propose, you’d know it was happening. You wouldn’t have to ask.”