07-31-2018, 03:37 AM
DALE COOPER
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The day had gone better then Cooper had ever imagined, his smile never fading from his face. His tears had finally dried up after the ceremony was finished, though they threatened to spill over a few more times. It had been a while since he'd felt this much joy, it was second only to his own wedding so many years ago.
Cooper was quick to participate in the festivities, having at least one dance with each wife. While his dancing with Margaery was more calm and sweet, his dancing with Suiteheart had been more energetic and filled with spins, lifts, and laughs. By the time he excused himself from the dance floor, a thin sheen of sweat rested on his forehead and he drifted off to sit by himself at one of the tables.
He gingerly rested his head on the cool tabletop, breathing out a deep breath. He should have known better to exert himself so much after his recent sickness but he couldn't help himself. He just needed a few moments and then he'd be fine. As he sat there he allowed his mind to wander to the past.
A soft laugh bubbled from Dale as he ran a hand through his newly-wedded husband's curls, both of their cheeks flushed red. Harold's arms were wrapped tightly around Dale's waist while one of Dale's hands rested on his husband's shoulder and the other tangled in his hair.
"Harry, you're all right" said Cooper softly, his tone both teasing and loving. Harold gave a snort, tugging Cooper closer until their noses were touching. Cooper, in response, would start peppering his husband's face in little kisses, causing the other man to let out a series of breathy little giggles.
"Alright, lovebirds, we have places to be" came the call of Diane, one of Coopers most trusted friends. The couple separated, chuckling.
Cooper was pulled away from his reminiscing as an NPC came by to check up on them. He waved them off with a kind thank you and stood. He tugged off his suit jacket, laying it carefully over the back of his now-abandoned chair, and rolled up the sleeves of his white undershirt. He pushed back into the throng of people, making idle chatter until he found a hand wrapping around his own.
He turned to find Shay and he knew what she wanted before she asked. He was quick to accept, following her to where they now sat, his eyes focused on the moon. He felt her began to toy with the wedding band that sat wrapped around his finger but didn't move his attention to her until she began to speak.
"I'll always be here for you two, no matter what" he spoke softly, turning his head to face the smaller woman. Her next words caught him off guard and he found himself reaching with the hand that wasn't in hers for the ring that sat on a chain around his throat. He glanced down at the ring she was toying with and, with a soft sad smile said "you would have loved him."
Cooper was quick to participate in the festivities, having at least one dance with each wife. While his dancing with Margaery was more calm and sweet, his dancing with Suiteheart had been more energetic and filled with spins, lifts, and laughs. By the time he excused himself from the dance floor, a thin sheen of sweat rested on his forehead and he drifted off to sit by himself at one of the tables.
He gingerly rested his head on the cool tabletop, breathing out a deep breath. He should have known better to exert himself so much after his recent sickness but he couldn't help himself. He just needed a few moments and then he'd be fine. As he sat there he allowed his mind to wander to the past.
A soft laugh bubbled from Dale as he ran a hand through his newly-wedded husband's curls, both of their cheeks flushed red. Harold's arms were wrapped tightly around Dale's waist while one of Dale's hands rested on his husband's shoulder and the other tangled in his hair.
"Harry, you're all right" said Cooper softly, his tone both teasing and loving. Harold gave a snort, tugging Cooper closer until their noses were touching. Cooper, in response, would start peppering his husband's face in little kisses, causing the other man to let out a series of breathy little giggles.
"Alright, lovebirds, we have places to be" came the call of Diane, one of Coopers most trusted friends. The couple separated, chuckling.
Cooper was pulled away from his reminiscing as an NPC came by to check up on them. He waved them off with a kind thank you and stood. He tugged off his suit jacket, laying it carefully over the back of his now-abandoned chair, and rolled up the sleeves of his white undershirt. He pushed back into the throng of people, making idle chatter until he found a hand wrapping around his own.
He turned to find Shay and he knew what she wanted before she asked. He was quick to accept, following her to where they now sat, his eyes focused on the moon. He felt her began to toy with the wedding band that sat wrapped around his finger but didn't move his attention to her until she began to speak.
"I'll always be here for you two, no matter what" he spoke softly, turning his head to face the smaller woman. Her next words caught him off guard and he found himself reaching with the hand that wasn't in hers for the ring that sat on a chain around his throat. He glanced down at the ring she was toying with and, with a soft sad smile said "you would have loved him."
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