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Sunday, December 20th, late afternoon

Oh lawd it's cold, it's so cold, it's bin so cold this week our joints 'ave bin screamin'. Syl's charm's a good'un, but we've 'ad to go outside the caravan now an' again an' it's cold enough that the doc's medicine can't keep up with the fire in our 'ips. Funny that cold should make us feel like we're scorched on the inside.

Day the blizzard came up we just went back to bed, loads o'blankets an' 'ot tea. Maybe we shouldn't 'ave bin stubborn 'bout stayin' at the tavern. But I'm still uneasy 'bout stayin' with a god from what we've seen of 'em so far. Maybe we could stay with Simon -

No, that ain't a good idea.

Maybe if things were diff'rent with Westin we could stay with 'im fer a bit. But I dunno what's goin' on there. 'E calls on us now an' again, an' is always perfectly polite. Ain't got a clue 'ow 'e feels, not at all. An' I don't even know if I like 'im like that. Faith does, but I can't seem t'get past this - thing o'Simon an' Syl bein' together.

Weather's bin a bit better t'day. Not good enough fer us to walk into town, not when the roads ain't gritted, but enough so's we could bribe one o'the kids t'send a letter over to The Dormouse. Bin meanin' to write it fer a while, but... Couldn't get up the courage, I s'pose. Took ages t'write the thing.

Dear Miss Wanda,
We're sorry to say we won't be going coming to the wedding. You've always been so nice and we hate to offend, but you're doing it's danger it ain't a good idea. Oh, Miss, you know you can always rethink it, don't you, right up to the vows? You've got plenty of friends in town - and if we may dare say so, out here on the carnival lot too. You ain't alone if you don't go through with it.

Your friends
Hope & Faith

Stuck a tarot card in with the letter an' sent it off with Sookie. Card was from an old pack we don't use no more. It was of the Tower, o'course. Don't even want t'say it in the letter, but the card'll show we understand. Oh, Miss Wanda, what you killin' yerself for? Cos this is what this is, ain't it?

Ain't no more we can do. Light a candle an' set it in the window as the day starts drawin' into night. Still 'oping.

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Sunday, December 20th, late afternoon

Oh lawd it's cold, it's so cold, it's bin so cold this week our joints 'ave bin screamin'. Syl's charm's a good'un, but we've 'ad to go outside the caravan now an' again an' it's cold enough that the doc's medicine can't keep up with the fire in our 'ips. Funny that cold should make us feel like we're scorched on the inside.

Day the blizzard came up we just went back to bed, loads o'blankets an' 'ot tea. Maybe we shouldn't 'ave bin stubborn 'bout stayin' at the tavern. But I'm still uneasy 'bout stayin' with a god from what we've seen of 'em so far. Maybe we could stay with Simon -

No, that ain't a good idea.

Maybe if things were diff'rent with Westin we could stay with 'im fer a bit. But I dunno what's goin' on there. 'E calls on us now an' again, an' is always perfectly polite. Ain't got a clue 'ow 'e feels, not at all. An' I don't even know if I like 'im like that. Faith does, but I can't seem t'get past this - thing o'Simon an' Syl bein' together.

Weather's bin a bit better t'day. Not good enough fer us to walk into town, not when the roads ain't gritted, but enough so's we could bribe one o'the kids t'send a letter over to The Dormouse. Bin meanin' to write it fer a while, but... Couldn't get up the courage, I s'pose. Took ages t'write the thing.

Dear Miss Wanda,
We're sorry to say we won't be going coming to the wedding. You've always been so nice and we hate to offend, but you're doing it's danger it ain't a good idea. Oh, Miss, you know you can always rethink it, don't you, right up to the vows? You've got plenty of friends in town - and if we may dare say so, out here on the carnival lot too. You ain't alone if you don't go through with it.

Your friends
Hope & Faith

Stuck a tarot card in with the letter an' sent it off with Sookie. Card was from an old pack we don't use no more. It was of the Tower, o'course. Don't even want t'say it in the letter, but the card'll show we understand. Oh, Miss Wanda, what you killin' yerself for? Cos this is what this is, ain't it?

Ain't no more we can do. Light a candle an' set it in the window as the day starts drawin' into night. Still 'oping.

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The farther you fall I'm beside you...

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

So you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes
before knowledge,
and you want it dirty.
And no one can ever figure out what you want,
and you won’t tell them,
and you realize the one person in the world who loves you
isn’t the one you thought it would be,
and you don’t trust him to love you in a way
you would enjoy.
-Richard Siken

Monday, December 21st, the Winter Solstice
The Dormouse, just before 7pm

As Kent promised, my wedding gown is absolutely stunning.

It was hanging on my closet door when we came back from the signing the papers at Town Hall. The papers that recognized us a legally married couple in Excolo, the papers that changed my name from Wanda von SacherMosch to Wanda Whitman. We both know that this morning was just a formality, and we both know that the ceremony about to take place is just a performance for the good people of Excolo.
What matters comes later, after everyone leaves and we are alone. When the evening ends and the night begins.

Once we arrived home and I thanked him most gratefully for my dress and all the accessories, we oversaw the deliveries from the cafe', from the Tavern, candles from the Kincaids, and most importantly, from the bakery. The cake is red velvet with a cream cheese filling, the only change I made was to replace the sugar berries with roses from the back yard. There are also tarts, cookies, and because it tickled me to do so, an angel food cake. It earned me a laugh when he saw that. I was pleased that such a little thing amused him. After moving my CD player upstairs I had started the task of setting everything out and tackling all those little details...
but Kent ushered me upstairs with a kiss and a cup of chamomile tea, bidding me to rest before my hair appointment with Verite. "It has already been a long day, and I promise you it will be a evening unlike any you have dreamed about..." Oh, the look he gave me then! Caused me to shiver in both delight and fear. "... you should get some rest." So I did as he bade, and slept part of the afternoon away as he set up everything, (or waved his hand and made everything just happen, I have no idea) waking in time to bathe and head to I Died for Beauty to have Verite pin my hear up and affix small black roses in it.

Everything is ready. The guest will be arriving soon. I slip into the lingerie Kent left for me, my gown, and lying on my dressing table was a necklace to match my ring. I will have to tell everyone it is paste, although I do believe it to be real.

I sit and finish the last touches to my makeup, humming to myself as I dust a fine, subtle powder that glistens over my face, shoulders and cleavage. I shimmer like the snow against the faerie lights... Like the Snow Queen, or as Tammy said, Rose Red.... iridescent skin, red the colour of blood spilled out over the snow.....
You belong to me, my snow white queen.
There's no where to run, so let's get it over with...
Soon my love you'll see, you're just like me
Don't scream any more my love
because all I want is you....

I stop in mid verse, the brush I use for lip colour hovering at the corner of my mouth, then sigh and push the dark melody away as I complete making myself up. Now is not the time for that. Darkness will fall later.

I stand, finished with my preparations and survey myself in the mirror... "Oh, I hope he finds me beautiful..." I breathe, smoothing my hand over my gown.

(Open to anyone attending the wedding ceremony)

The farther you fall I'm beside you...

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

So you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes
before knowledge,
and you want it dirty.
And no one can ever figure out what you want,
and you won’t tell them,
and you realize the one person in the world who loves you
isn’t the one you thought it would be,
and you don’t trust him to love you in a way
you would enjoy.
-Richard Siken

Monday, December 21st, the Winter Solstice
The Dormouse, just before 7pm

As Kent promised, my wedding gown is absolutely stunning.

It was hanging on my closet door when we came back from the signing the papers at Town Hall. The papers that recognized us a legally married couple in Excolo, the papers that changed my name from Wanda von SacherMosch to Wanda Whitman. We both know that this morning was just a formality, and we both know that the ceremony about to take place is just a performance for the good people of Excolo.
What matters comes later, after everyone leaves and we are alone. When the evening ends and the night begins.

Once we arrived home and I thanked him most gratefully for my dress and all the accessories, we oversaw the deliveries from the cafe', from the Tavern, candles from the Kincaids, and most importantly, from the bakery. The cake is red velvet with a cream cheese filling, the only change I made was to replace the sugar berries with roses from the back yard. There are also tarts, cookies, and because it tickled me to do so, an angel food cake. It earned me a laugh when he saw that. I was pleased that such a little thing amused him. After moving my CD player upstairs I had started the task of setting everything out and tackling all those little details...
but Kent ushered me upstairs with a kiss and a cup of chamomile tea, bidding me to rest before my hair appointment with Verite. "It has already been a long day, and I promise you it will be a evening unlike any you have dreamed about..." Oh, the look he gave me then! Caused me to shiver in both delight and fear. "... you should get some rest." So I did as he bade, and slept part of the afternoon away as he set up everything, (or waved his hand and made everything just happen, I have no idea) waking in time to bathe and head to I Died for Beauty to have Verite pin my hear up and affix small black roses in it.

Everything is ready. The guest will be arriving soon. I slip into the lingerie Kent left for me, my gown, and lying on my dressing table was a necklace to match my ring. I will have to tell everyone it is paste, although I do believe it to be real.

I sit and finish the last touches to my makeup, humming to myself as I dust a fine, subtle powder that glistens over my face, shoulders and cleavage. I shimmer like the snow against the faerie lights... Like the Snow Queen, or as Tammy said, Rose Red.... iridescent skin, red the colour of blood spilled out over the snow.....
You belong to me, my snow white queen.
There's no where to run, so let's get it over with...
Soon my love you'll see, you're just like me
Don't scream any more my love
because all I want is you....

I stop in mid verse, the brush I use for lip colour hovering at the corner of my mouth, then sigh and push the dark melody away as I complete making myself up. Now is not the time for that. Darkness will fall later.

I stand, finished with my preparations and survey myself in the mirror... "Oh, I hope he finds me beautiful..." I breathe, smoothing my hand over my gown.

(Open to anyone attending the wedding ceremony)