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[1000_cranes]

Charlie figured it was time. She'd spent a long time looking at her dress, tears running down her nose (so thank God she wasn't wearing a lot of makeup) and then, to save blushes, she'd slipped out of her robe and into it, only looking towards the open door when it was up and held against her bare chest

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[kingshit_lloyd]

Lloyd was nervous as fuck, and doing his damned best not to show it. He knew it wasn't his business being nervous - he wasn't the one getting hitched to the Welshman of his dreams - but he couldn't help it. This was a big deal.

Not a big deal like Vegas, sure, but a different sort of big deal. The sort Lloyd had zero experience with. How he'd ended up with this gig, he had no idea, but he wasn't going to screw it up. No fucking way.

He stood outside Charlie's hut, like a sentry or something, trying to get his tie to play nice. It seemed a lot more interested in pissing him off.

"Yeah, I'm here," he said hurriedly when Charlie called for him, peeking inside. "Everything okay?"

[1000_cranes]

"I need you to come zip me in, honey," she said, concentrating on smiling, keeping her face bright. "I'm decent, I promise. Under the dress, she was wearing ivory silk.

"Time to be the Maid of Honour."

[kingshit_lloyd]

"Sure thing," Lloyd said, slipping inside and shutting the door behind him. He could work a zipper without incident. At least, he was pretty sure he could. "But only if you promise to fix my tie after. It's gone berserk."

He walked over, ready to preform his Maid of Honor duties, and held a grin back so he could give her a properly suspicious look.

"This is all a ploy to get me in touch with my feminine side, ain't it?"

[1000_cranes]

"Yuh huh," said Charlie, still holding her dress up as she looked back at him solemnly, curling hair slipping forward against her cheek.

"Couldn't get you to shave your legs, but this is the next best thing."