Discuss a time when you doubted the strength of your relationship.
It still fit. It was snug, slightly uncomfortable when she sat down, and she certainly wouldn’t be able to bend over--but then, who the hell bends over in their wedding dress anyway?
Baileigh stood in front of the mirror and stared blandly at her reflection, toyed experimentally with her hair and tucked the mass of curls back into pins. She tried it on almost daily, not out of the breathless anticipation of most brides--or at least not solely that--but because she was terrified it would be too smile when it came time for her to walk down the aisle.
It was a beautiful dress. Pale gold with just a hint of silver brocade on the bodice. It suited her, complimented her figure. The material was elegant without being overly delicate, she didn‘t do well with delicate fabric. She’d walk barefoot down the aisle, which might be a surprise to some, but after finding the pretty crystal barefoot sandals it seemed like a better decision. No one would be able to see her shoes anyway. She had everything. Her jewelry. Her garter and lingerie. Every accessory and detail taken care of.
Pinpointing the source of her sudden loss of excitement and sparkle wasn’t difficult. She fiddled with her tiara and her veil , smoothed her hair. The little voice in the back of her head kept hissing at her. He only asked you to marry him because he thought you were gonna die. Now you’ve quit slaying and he’ll be stuck with you. You were stupid and got yourself pregnant--how long do you think it’ll take before he’s had enough? You’re making him change. This isn’t what he wanted. Who the hell are you kidding?
She sat down in the closest chair, bent over and rested her head in her hands as tears threatened--or tried, and the fabric resisted and constricted her movements, which did nothing to help her calm the sobs that threatened. She stood up and fought at the zipper in a tearful fit. Shut up,
she thought savagely. Just shut up, stop it. You’re being ridiculous.
Except the voice didn’t go away, and she left her dress in a crumpled heap on the chair.Muse: Baileigh Solis
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Alias crossover
Word Count: 370
Partner: Julian Sark (elementof_risk), rp based