vdistinctive | At the docks, then out to sea, Sunday

The colors from the previous days were still holding, if maybe slightly more muted, Fandom's magic slowly fading but still managing to hang on for another day.

Seemed like a good omen as any for a wedding that Eliot still couldn't quite believe was happening.

Eliot's boat wasn't big enough for all their guests so they had "rented" (long story) a well-appointed yacht for the day. It was docked in the Port of Fandom, waiting for all the guests to board. Once the last person had crossed the gangplank, it sailed almost to the edge of the island, where blue water lapped with gray. Eliot's boat was already there, anchor down, Hardison in a tux, playing around with a sound system.

A few minutes to futz with mics and the speakers set up discreetly around the yacht came to life. "Testin'...Testin'..." Hardison murmured. Good. Everybody would be able to hear the ceremony on the second ship.

Looks like it was time to begin.

[TIME FOR A WEDDING! If you think you were invited, you were. Some OCD coming]

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"Darlin'," Eliot greeted, shifting his weight to bump shoulders with her. "You make a hell of a bride."

"You make an amazing groom. Bridegroom. You're the bridegroom, Hardison's the groom," Parker decided, and then leaned against him, feeling lit up and buzzed. "And it's even better because you don't have a white horse or anything." She looked around the yacht, and sighed happily. "This is perfect."

"Ain't sure there's that much of a distinction between the two," Eliot said, but otherwise didn't argue.

Now he kind of wished he'd gotten to ride in on a horse, though.

"Anything would be perfect," he said instead. "So long as it's the three of us."

"Why didn't we do this forever ago?" Parker wondered out loud. She bumped Hardison's shoulder, then Eliot's, then tried to stand up straight and look serious. It was totally ruined by her smile.

"Mostly because I'm a fool."

"Nooooo." Parker leaned into him hard, and then gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. He looked so happy, even calling himself names. "I mean, I didn't even think to propose, what's that make me? You and Hardison were way more on the ball. Even if we had to work to get you with us."

"Yeah, you know, I still say you could have just asked me." Eliot shook his head with a fond laugh. "Wouldn't be as fun a story to tell that way, though."

Parker was going to remember that Prom Night, and tumbling into the rickshaw with her guys, and the fond look on Eliot's face as he told them they could have asked, the first time, for the rest of her life. Just like she was going to remember this day for the rest of her life.

"So, we were all kinda idiots. We figured it out." It felt like there was a balloon under her rib cage, all big and warm, lifting her up on her toes. "It seemed like a good plan at the time. And it worked! Here we are."

At the docks, then out to sea, Sunday

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