ABANDON ALL HOPE

It is well known that Penacony has a reputation for hosting the most extravagant of parties, and weddings are no exception. From proposal to reception, every wedding related function is planned and executed with the same kind of exorbitant opulence that the Planet of Festivities advertises as its signature brand.

And while Sunday had never given much thought to his own wedding personally, there was part of him that figured it would be much like the countless soirees he'd attended during his tenure as a member of The Family— a glimmering and glamorous occasion fit to celebrate a union that was meant to last, as the vows often say, until death do they part.

But, as he's found time and time again, Nikki has a knack for subverting his expectations.

"Is there anything you want?" Sunday asks, his journal open, pen in hand and ready to jot down anything his fiancée might have to say. "Of the wedding, I mean."

"The food has to be good," Nikki says automatically, earning her a chuckle from him. She pouts a little as she adds, "I won't forgive you if it's not."

"Of course." Fondness saturates his voice as he jots down what she's said despite there being no need to. Something like that is an obvious given with her. "Anything else?"

Sunday looks up from his journal and Nikki immediately averts her eyes. The way her mouth is twisted is a clear indicator that there is indeed something else. Something she is likely too embarrassed to say. He waits, and when she doesn't say anything, he reaches out to touch her hand, ready to tell her that she can think about it more if she wants when she finally opens her mouth.

"I think," she starts out hesitantly, still looking away from Sunday, "that it would be nice to get married on the beach."

"The beach?" Sunday repeats. It hadn't occurred to him at all— every wedding he's ever been to has been held indoors, though he has heard of outdoor weddings; they were just basically nonexistent on Penacony. Thinking about it though, it makes perfect sense that Nikki would consider it given where she is from.

"Yeah, it'd be romantic, don't you think?" Nikki gives Sunday a shy, lopsided smile, but then something in her eyes shifts and she hastily says. "Though, I don't know, maybe it'd be better to get married somewhere else like Penacony or even the on the Express."

Sunday stares at her before fully grasping her hand, his fingers firmly wrapping around hers before squeezing gently. "No, I think getting married on the beach sounds perfectly fine."

Nikki blinks and her eyes flit around nervously. "Are… are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

ah yes, the roast wedding for a june july bride theme. i actually have a lot to say about this HAHAHA. but i will do that in a separate post because i have the 'talk too much disease.'

commission from the always amazing and wonderful chaocolait on vgen. i cannot sing chao's praises enough, even though they are always teasing me (and hsrku for always bullying sunday— which she does NOT). they always take my requests (even though they are sometimes outlandish) in stride with the promise that one day Nikki and Sunday will be doing something cute and normal in a commission one day. also i want to add, i actually did not think about a ring for this commission initially, but they asked me and so during my search for a ring i brought back a stuffed buffalo chicken wing ring and—