Preparation for wedding (tags _call_me_snake_/open)

[xena_warrior]

cross posted to grand_cntrl_stt and xena_warriorXena put aside a sheet of a paper with sketches for a wedding vow and rubbed tired eyes. She tried to think up it some days already, but intensity of pre-wedding days and a heap of other things demanded attention, prevented her to concentrate. Searches of a suitable wedding dress and drawing up of list of the invited guests,

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[_call_me_snake_]

Snake was at the end of his wits. While Xena prepared for her bachelorette event Snake found himself wandering the city to aquire rooms for the guests that would need them. It was Hell, no Hell wasn't this frustrating. At least in Hell you knew what was coming.

Exhausted and more then a little bitchy Snake had finally made his way home.

Baby? Snake's words trailed off when he saw her expression. She looked like he felt inside and that wasn't the most comforting realization.

[xena_warrior]

Xena crumpled the list in a fist and thrown it away, having sworn.
It is easier to battle to the Persian army alone!
She bellowed, then kicked a padded stool which stood near a sofa.
Having heard a voice of Snake, she turned to him having narrowed eyes angrily.
Her body shivered from anger.
Bouquets, wedding dress, veil!!! And this fucking vow!

[_call_me_snake_]

Snake took a deep breath. Xena. I'm not expecting a poem baby. Mine probably sound like shit all I need to hear is what our marriage means to you. Fuck I don't care if it reads like a damned grocery list just so it means something to you.

[xena_warrior]

Xena seized a padded stool, intending to throw it again, but stood on a place, having heard Snake's words. He spoke quietly, but the pain and insult were felt in his voice. And she come round suddenly, having lowered a padded stool.
Snake. I am not able to write a poem, and you know it. And this marriage means for me a lot, otherwise I would not worry so much.
She looked at him, feeling remorses.