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| Happy Ever After : Jean and Scott's Wedding; Wedding Party Only | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 14 2008, 07:33 AM (859 Views) | |
| Hank McCoy | Feb 18 2008, 01:54 AM Post #31 |
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Standing there at the front of the garden, Hank found his eyes wandering over the entire congregation, over the children and ladies that made their way down the aisle. And Jean...the big man found his eyes tearing up as Jean seemed to float her way towards them. Hank just couldn't believe that this day was here, that Jean and Scott were finally getting married. Smiling at the beautiful couple, and the loved ones surrouding them, Hank allowed a long moment to be alone before he cleared his throat gently. He could see Kate beaming proudly from her place in the congregation, a proud golden color, and not only at the fact that Scott was wearing her glasses. He could see happiness in her face solely for the couple. Finally, sensing that it was about time, Hank cleared his throat gently and clasped his hands in front of him just as the happy couple turned to face him. It was still a bit nerve-wracking, being chosen for this occassion, but Hank had promised himself and them that he would do his best. "Dearly beloved." He began, deep voice raising gently so that all might hear him. Though Hank was not an ordained minister, he had thought it best to go the traditional route. "We are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the marriage of Jean Eleanor Grey, and Scott Christopher Summers." Hank paused for a moment, looking at the little girl who had upturned her flower basket. "Yet this is not merely a ceremony of joining husband and wife. This ceremony signifies the creation of a family, of two parents that dearly love their little girl. It signifies not the joining of two pieces into a new family, but of three." And so it began. With each word, Hank injected meaning and sincerity into his voice, looking between Jean and Scott and the congregation that was their family. He couldn't have been happier for them. |
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| Cyclops | Feb 18 2008, 02:46 AM Post #32 |
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Hank brought up Rosie and Scott and Jean looked at their little flower girl, a turning point in their lives. Who would ever have thought that such a tiny creature, who had come so unsuspectingly into their home would become so essential? She completed their family and even though they had never planned to have her with them, now that she was, there was no way for them to imagine their lives without her. They took her little hands in theirs for a moment before Jean bent and kissed her, and then Scott rested his hand on her head, smiling down at her. Perhaps by telepathic nudge, or just knowing that what came next was not for her, Rosie scampered back to her place and it was time for the vows. Scott turned to Warren and handed him his glass cane, so he could take both of Jean's hands in his. Scott and Jean had thought long and hard about their ceremony, and what they would and wouldn't do. Neither were particularly religious, so a overtly christian ceremony was not going to work for them. They had also decided that as mutants they did not want a church service or a public display that would limit the attendance of those of their friends and loved ones who were not of 'average' appearance. Warren should not have to bind his wings, Hank should not have to hide his fur. This was a mutant wedding, and as such, they would embrace who and what they were. So, their vows, as they turned to each other and joined hands would be said through their telepathic link, the connection that was theirs and theirs alone. Scott would not, even today, have been able to say these things aloud for everyone to hear. Pietro and Avery knew this was their cue to play, so they began a soft song so that their was no silence. Scott's eyes, visible to her through the clear lenses, were crackling red pools, but Jean would know what was in them, beyond his powers, beyond the energies that made him no longer human. He spoke to her in her head, and his voice, even there, was soft and steady. ::Jean, there's not really anything I can say today that'll come as a surprise, nothing I haven't said a million times in a million ways. You are what makes me a man, not just a soldier, but a man, husband, father, lover, friend. You've kept me from forgetting there is more to the world than this school. You remind me what we are fighting for, but also that there is more than fighting. You've loved me when I was nothing but a soldier, you've loved me when I was afraid to be a man, you've loved me when I've hidden myself from the world. You found me when I was lost and you let yourself be lost so that I could find you. You're so much more than I ever dreamt of, and never made me feel as if I was so much less than you hoped for. I'm no poet. I can't say the words that I need to say. But you've heard me anyhow, and for that, I will always be eternally grateful to you. If you love me half as much as I love you, I'll be the happiest man in the world, the luckiest. I waited half a lifetime for you. You are worth every moment.:: |
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| Jean | Feb 18 2008, 10:31 AM Post #33 |
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As Hank spoke, not about just the two of them but the three of them in their little family, with a child’s skill at getting into places, Rosie slipped between Jean and Scott on dais. Scott reached down and caressed her head with hand, while Jean folded at the knees and kissed her, slipping her bridal bouquet into Rosie’s empty basket. She’d been with them for barely over six months and yet, it was impossible for them to think what their lives would be like without her. As if on cue, Rosie retook her place to the side, leaving Jean, Scott, and Hank in the front. Jean slipped her hands into Scott’s, giving him a soft smile as she looked into his eyes. They’d talked a lot about their vows; while Jean would’ve been satisfied speaking them aloud, she was deeply touched that Scott had wanted it done through their special connection. It showed her that he didn’t merely tolerate or just accept who she was but loved her and who she was. Jean’s heart soared with the music as Scott told her how much he loved her and what she did for him, making him more than a soldier. Though he’d said it many times and in other ways, saying it here made it special and magical. :: Scott :: she thought to him, mentality reaching out and touching his cheek :: what you say and how you feel means more to me than any glib words ever could. You’re the first person who ever loved me unconditionally, who showed me that it was possible that anyone could. You think you’re not very emotional but you’re wrong; for the people you love, your heart burns with an intensity that few people are capable of feeling… and I’m lucky that you never lost faith in me… in us. :: She blinked away the tears that threatened to roll down her cheeks. :: It took a long time to get here but we’ll have the rest of our lives and beyond to make up for lost time. :: She resisted the urge to simply step forward into his arms and instead glanced at Hank, nodding at him to continue. |
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| Hank McCoy | Feb 18 2008, 09:00 PM Post #34 |
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In progress JP between Hank, Scott and Jean As Rosie slipped back to her place, Hank gave the couple another smile and inched backwards slightly, knowing that the telepathic vows were coming next. He wanted to give them just a little bit of space, because this time would mean the most to them. Obviously, Hank wasn’t privy to what was ‘said’, but from the look in their eyes he knew that it was touching and wonderful. After a long few moments, in which Hank watched them and beamed, they turned to him and nodded. Clearing his throat – he was feeling suspiciously choked up – Hank began the traditional vows, turning first to Scott. His mouth quirked into a small, proud smile, proud for them and ever so grateful that they had chosen him to officiate the ceremony. “Scott Christopher Summers.” Hank said in his deep voice, unsurprised to find that he automatically thought of Jean as he said the name. The two were obviously meant for each other, and had been for probably their entire lives. “Do you take Jean Eleanor Grey to be your wife, to love, comfort, honor and keep her, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her so long as you both shall live?" As Jean finished her vow, Scott reached up and with his thumb, wiped a stray tear that hovered on the edge of her eyelashes. He gave her a wink, amazed that he could do that and she could see it, even though they both knew that this was a rare thing that would not become habitual simply for the fact that it was not practical to walk around with glowing red eyes visible to all the world. He smiled and tore his gaze to Hank, so happy he'd agreed to officiate. They didn't need a priest, they needed someone they loved to do it. The forms were filed through the city hall, the marriage would be legal, it just meant more to have one of their oldest friends to perform the ceremony. He asked the question that was so largely ritual, and Scott, who had already pledged these things years ago, had expected to have a bit of irritation at the ceremonial nature of the words, but he surprised himself, feeling immensely moved by the words. There was no hesitation in his voice, not a tremor, as he answered, "I do." Even with no telepathic link to Scott, Hank could sense the absolute sincerity in his words. Nodding once, the great man turned to Jean. "Jean Eleanor Grey.." The vows were repeated carefully, though Hank couldn't even imagine Jean breaking any of them. Hank’s pleasant, mellow voice intoned those famous words: “… to love, comfort, honor and keep him, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him so long as you both shall live?” “I do,” Jean said, her fingers holding tightly to Scott’s; his firm presence an added reminder that this wasn’t just a dream. When little Valyn had come down the aisle in his tiny tux, with the velvet pillow, Warren had placed the rings in their spot so that they were at the ready. At Jean's "I do," which had made Scott's normally stoic face break into a delighted smile, he turned and took the smaller of the two rings from the pillow. Taking his beloved's hand in his, Scott looked at her and said, "Jean Grey, with this ring, I you wed," Then, he slipped it on her finger, a specially crafted series of bands that converged in the middle to make an X, a design that had entirely influenced their decision to choose this particular ring, small diamonds set in the corners. It was perfect and on her finger, it only shone with greater beauty, reflecting the light that came from Jean, in Scott's eyes, a fire that burned for him and matched his for her. Like nearly everything about their wedding, the rings were unique; the raw materials were specially made by Mina, a red colored version of the alien metal from the spaceship that saved them from their fateful trip to the Savage Lands and red diamonds. While the special glasses Mina and Kate made gave Scott true color vision, Jean and Scott decided on rings that would look the same to both their eyes, finally deciding on just the right shade of red. The cool metal warmed quickly around Jean’s finger, the scarlet band showing vibrantly against Jean’s creamy skin. She smiled down at Valyn as she retrieved the other ring, giving him a wink and telepathically whispering to him :: Thank you, Val:: . “Scott Summers,” she took his hand in hers, “with this ring, I you wed,” she said and slipped the red band onto his finger. And, with the power invested by the fact that it's what they had decided on, Hank gave the nod, and Scott took his wife in his arms and kissed her with a passion that she knew well, but no one else would have believed possible from him. He didn't bend her back, or sweep her up, or contort himself in anyway. But there was heat in his kiss, and his fiery eyes closed in absolute love and devotion. When Jean finally felt Scott’s arms around her and his lips against hers, the world melted away to just them. :: Finally :: She half sighed and half moaned into Scott’s mind. After a moment, the typically shy couple separated and turned to face the audience for the first time. Feeling his eyes grow moist, Hank grinned broadly, holding his arms so as to frame the couple. "Jean Grey-Summers and Scott Summers, I now pronounce you husband and wife." |
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| Cyclops | Feb 19 2008, 08:43 PM Post #35 |
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| Havok | Feb 19 2008, 09:20 PM Post #36 |
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And, just like that it was done. Scott and Jean were married. The newly minted Scott and Jean Grey-Summerses, the two combining their name in hyphenated modern unity. Jean had been willing to just change her name, but it was better this way, Scott thought, an acknowledgment of their partnership and not the loss of one's identity to the other. They were husband and wife, now, but they were still individuals, a partnership on equal footing. As they turned and faced the crowd after their kiss, which had amused him with its strangely controlled passion, Alex caught a glimpse of his brother's face, and realized that this was a heck of a lot more meaningful to Scott than Alex really understood. He'd known how Scott felt about Jean, and how long he'd loved her, but this was something so different. It was... Alex tried to understand it. His brother had given up his own wants and needs long before coming to this school. The decision had been made when he was eleven and they were falling, clinging tightly to each other, showered in flame and death. Scott had chosen then to give up everything that he was to save his baby brother, and he'd never stopped that sacrificing. This wasn't just two people in love. This was Scott finding permission in Jean to be who he wanted to be and not just who he needed to be, and for Alex, who was himself not secure in his self-understanding, this was a sort of amazing thing. How had Jean looked into Cyclops and found Scott, and was there even a reason to question it? Maybe it was just a good thing that she had. As Hank pronounced them man and wife and the music came up at it's cue, Alex burst into applause, so happy for Scott, and so honored to have been part of this. He put his fingers in his mouth and whistled over the rising applause and cheers, more touched than he had expected to be by the support and love shown for his brother and sister-in-law. He glanced over at Rosie and knew that she was going to be a lucky and adored little girl. |
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| Jean | Feb 21 2008, 09:38 AM Post #37 |
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JP between Jean and Scott Once again, Jean reflected that the choice of Hank to officiate their wedding was perfect. Holding Scott’s hand, she was speechless at the thought of how truly wonderful he was and how lucky she’d become. She had a loving husband and an amazing, beautiful daughter; for some reason, Fortune had showered riches upon them and she’d been the one with the big bowl, ready to catch what came her way. As they stood, facing the crowd and ready to take their walk down the aisle as husband and wife, Jean looked over to Rosie. “Rosie, come on, sweetie,” Jean whispered to Rosie as she and Scott unclasped their hands. Scott looked at his bride-- his wife-- and he smiled, a wide and happy smile, that had not been seen on his face since he was a child. Indeed it was probably a little disconcerting for anyone who knew him, to know that he had this in him, this capacity for sheer and unadulterated pleasure, and had hid it for so long beneath his responsibilities and stoic resolve. He heard his brother whistling and he laughed, shaking his head in fond disapproval. He squeezed Jean's hand and whispered, through their link, ::I love you, you know... In case you had any doubts.:: They parted and held their hands out to Rosie. This was something they'd planned for her, something to let her know how important she was. He was going to walk down the aisle without his cane, with a three year old swinging from his hand. He hoped his knee was strong enough. Though she’d made a face at all the kissing, Rosie eagerly scampered over, basket and bouquet swinging precariously, to hold her mama and papa’s hands. Just like the day when their little family had gone to see Santa, Rosie swung between their hands, with Jean’s TK discreetly lifting most of the burden. As they proceeded slowly down the aisle, little animated roses detached themselves from brushes and floral arrangements, making their way down the aisle, picking up and carrying Jean’s train in their little leaf hands… all except one, who dove onto the fabric then turned over and sat on the train, waving its leaves at everyone in a regal way as it slid by. This is the end of the ceremony. The wedding party can post their filing out, if they want to. |
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| Mastermind II | Apr 8 2008, 08:38 AM Post #38 |
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Geez, that's awesome. Few people can say they get signed, and dang... you are getting paid more than anime voice actors for PAPER and LETTERS! Gosh... So, can you like totally somehow get signed by Marvel to write something OTHER THAN Phoenix for Jean Grey? That'd be awesome, because that's all she has going for her right now. Maybe make her lose Phoenix or something ;) |
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| Cyclops | Apr 8 2008, 11:17 AM Post #39 |
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Well, she's dead right now :( |
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| Mastermind II | Apr 8 2008, 08:23 PM Post #40 |
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Yeah, so I heard. But that won't last for long. We all know how that works :Ahharrrgh: It'd be great if they resurrected her and removed the Phoenix Force from her :whistling: |
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| Jubilee | May 3 2008, 02:21 AM Post #41 |
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I need to change my comic book name. |
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