Fic: to have and to hold, bonus scene
Note: this is an additional scene (or deleted, if you will) from my fic, to have and to hold.
Theon can't believe it, but his sister is actually tying the knot. With Qarl, of all people. (But then, if she had to marry anybody, it would've been Qarl, and nobody else.) Still, Theon doesn't want to think of the words Asha and married in the same sentence, as they fit as well together as oil takes to water. And obviously, no one had been able to wrestle Asha into one of those white frilly dresses, so she and Qarl are standing there in their band shirts, looking more as if they just crashed someone's wedding than if they were having their own.
Theon might have skipped if he'd known this many family members would show up, and he shifts in his seat uncomfortably. He can feel their stares burning holes in his neck, and he's suddenly glad he decided to forego the tie he'd picked out earlier. Asha had asked him to be her best man (well, her words had been 'maid of honour', but Theon does have standards, you know? Besides, he had brought up, “doesn't you boyfriend fit that description more accurately?” “He can't be my husband and my maid of honour. You're the next best thing.” Somehow while they were growing up, everyone started calling him Qarl the Maid. Qarl likes to say it's because he's such a big Iron Maiden fan, but Asha smiles mischievously and Theon knows better.)
On the chair next to him, Tristifer Botley is sniffing into a handkerchief. Theon's still not sure if it's because Tris thinks this is just unbelievably touching, or because he wants to marry Asha. Probably a combination of both.
There is some half-hearted clapping after Asha and Qarl say their vows and I do's and promise to not kill each other anytime in the near future, and then Asha pushes Qarl down, into the water. Theon can't resist a snort. Qarl emerges soaking wet, grins through his long hair, and then pulls Asha down on top of him, where they share their first wedded kiss. The priest looks as if he's out of his depth, and brushes some sand off his robes. Theon decides this is the right time to find some booze - there's no proper Greyjoy wedding if half of the guests aren't drunk off their arse halfway through.
Theon can't believe it, but his sister is actually tying the knot. With Qarl, of all people. (But then, if she had to marry anybody, it would've been Qarl, and nobody else.) Still, Theon doesn't want to think of the words Asha and married in the same sentence, as they fit as well together as oil takes to water. And obviously, no one had been able to wrestle Asha into one of those white frilly dresses, so she and Qarl are standing there in their band shirts, looking more as if they just crashed someone's wedding than if they were having their own.
Theon might have skipped if he'd known this many family members would show up, and he shifts in his seat uncomfortably. He can feel their stares burning holes in his neck, and he's suddenly glad he decided to forego the tie he'd picked out earlier. Asha had asked him to be her best man (well, her words had been 'maid of honour', but Theon does have standards, you know? Besides, he had brought up, “doesn't you boyfriend fit that description more accurately?” “He can't be my husband and my maid of honour. You're the next best thing.” Somehow while they were growing up, everyone started calling him Qarl the Maid. Qarl likes to say it's because he's such a big Iron Maiden fan, but Asha smiles mischievously and Theon knows better.)
On the chair next to him, Tristifer Botley is sniffing into a handkerchief. Theon's still not sure if it's because Tris thinks this is just unbelievably touching, or because he wants to marry Asha. Probably a combination of both.
There is some half-hearted clapping after Asha and Qarl say their vows and I do's and promise to not kill each other anytime in the near future, and then Asha pushes Qarl down, into the water. Theon can't resist a snort. Qarl emerges soaking wet, grins through his long hair, and then pulls Asha down on top of him, where they share their first wedded kiss. The priest looks as if he's out of his depth, and brushes some sand off his robes. Theon decides this is the right time to find some booze - there's no proper Greyjoy wedding if half of the guests aren't drunk off their arse halfway through.