Can't we just paint New Rome blue for a day? (Calix)

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Can't we just paint New Rome blue for a day? (Calix)

Post by Guest on Sun Feb 16, 2014 4:01 pm


Lúthien had been at it for a while now, trying to get the details in order and with everything she did, the wedding just seemed to get closer. She loved the idea and was absolutely overjoyed. Just a little while longer. Just holding her patience while that was starting to get near impossible to contain. Lúthien smiled as she sifted through one of the bridal magazines she'd bought a while ago. She honestly couldn't wait for the day she could finally give herself to Calix, fully and without reservations. It seemed like such a long time ago that he'd proposed but at the same time it felt like only yesterday. There was just the tiny little problem of following traditions. Lúthien wasn't sure which ones she did and did not want and how to mix her own legacy up with that of Calix. He was as Roman as they got and although she considered that extremely attractive and could be still be found swooning at the sight of him, it didn't exactly mix in very well with her slightly tree-hugger upbringing. Nature, peace, balance and treehouses hardly matched up to the Roman ways of war, houses and a not extremely nature away way of life. 

Lúthien pursed her lips for a moment, thinking about that rhyme she'd heard. Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. Well, she had the new down with the dress she'd discovered. It was nothing short of perfect considering who she was and who she was marrying and where the wedding would take place. Not just that, it was new. Then the other little thing she also had covered was the something old. The ring Calix had given her would not be missing from her appearance at the wedding and she was pretty sure that item counted as old. So she needed something borrowed and something blue. She checked her watch for a moment. Well, Calix was supposed to be in at any moment. She could always opt painting camp and New Rome blue, though she doubted he'd like the idea much. Not very traditional. So she'd have to find something else. The main problem was that she still didn't have a clue how to mix her own heritage in with her dress. Perhaps she could consider a circlet with a blue stone? 

As Lúthien mused the idea over, she started going through bridal magazines and collected some other idea's that included blue jewels, blue ribbons, blue hair and blue shoes. The idea of shoes just didn't exactly please her too much. She would rather keep her feet on the ground when she got married and leave the shoes in the principia for a day. Did that count as sticking to her own personal routes? So she had either a blue version of New Rome (her personal favourite) or some kind of blue jewelry for the something blue part. Now she needed something borrowed. How in the world was she supposed to acquire that? Was she supposed to borrow the flowers or something? She heard the door open, exactly at the time she expected it. Without even looking up she smiled. "Calix, would you consider painting New Rome blue for the wedding?" She asked him, completely out of the blue. Hey, another blue? Could a wedding out of the blue count as something blue? In that case they could skip the invitations and just announce it out of the blue during morning muster. Another wildly chaotic and fun idea. She'd save that for after painting New Rome blue though.


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Re: Can't we just paint New Rome blue for a day? (Calix)

Post by Guest on Wed Mar 12, 2014 6:03 pm

Nowadays, Calix found his schedule full to near bursting. Along with his normal duties as praetor, he had wedding planning. Granted, he didn’t do as much as Lúthien who spent the majority of the time rifling through bridal magazines, picking out cakes, decorations and the dress that he wanted to badly to see. The praetor liked to think that the small comments and insights he made in regard to it all were helpful to her but being a guy who feared that saying more than ‘of course’ and ‘if you want’ was overstepping, he severely doubted it. But Calix wasn’t taking a complete backseat to the whole thing. Right after Calix proposed, he began to think about doing something special. Of course he knew that the ring on Lúthien’s finger already meant a lot, but didn’t engagements come with wedding gifts? The legacy took a chunk out of his daily paperwork routine to go off and complete his little project, running back to return at the normal time to Lúthien as if he was working just outside.

Calix strode into the Principia, a bit sweatier and definitely more tired than if he had stayed in the main room signing off on papers. He guessed that he could make an excuse about going to the Arena instead to make sure he was still in tip-top shape for the wedding day. He made a mental note to actually go out and do that… he feared Mia’s baklava would take its toll. Calix took a few seconds to catch his breath and run a hand through his hair. It didn’t matter that Lúthien had seen him in worse conditions. He still wanted to look like the knight she was convinced he was. Calix found a big weight on his shoulders because of the association. There shouldn’t have been a weight at all because the praetor knew that whatever he did, the image would hold. But Calix always had high expectations of himself. And if he disappointed her in any way… he shook his head. He didn’t want to start thinking like that again. The first and second times had been bad enough. Calix clenched and unclenched his fists a time or two, an almost nervous habit he picked up to keep everything else at bay… along with literally fidgeting. With a firm knock, Calix entered their room.

He saw Lúthien sitting on their bed and flipping through the magazines as usual. And, like him, she seemed to have an eye for routine because she acknowledged his presence without making eye contact. Not even a ‘hi’? Calix smiled adoringly. Right to business. Very odd business at the sound of it. “The entirety of New Rome?” He inquired, walking to the other side of the room and searching through drawers for a cleaner Camp Jupiter shirt. After changing and ruffling his hair a bit, the praetor slipped in next to his fiancee and placed an arm around her waist. He tugged her into his side. “That’d take a lot of paint, and I think the Camp’s funds should go more toward its protection. If you want ‘something blue’ my mother may have something.” He squinted at the glossy pages of the magazine, skimming the images of brides and too-perfect outdoor venues. Part of him wished that he could give the daughter of Discordia all of that… but he knew that as long as they were both there the wedding would be beyond perfect. “Which dress is yours?” He continued, a cheap attempt to acquire information.

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