I'll be his...

[musicae_amore]

Brea had left Sol to get the rings and she'd headed back to their apartment and tossed some clothes and toiletries into a bag for the both of them. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach at the thought of what was going to happen within the next 24 hours. She'd become Mrs Solomon Hawken, and she couldn't be any more excited. Or nervous. Having removed the dress she'd brought back with her when they'd rescued Bella from the closet, Brea laid it on the bed beside the bag and smiled.

This was really going to happen, she was going to marry the man she loved with all her heart. Running her hand over the soft material she let out a soft breath before moving towards the mirror. Her fingers worked her hair, getting it ready for when they'd get married, also doing something to keep her mind off of the fact she had to wait for Sol to return. Nerves weren't her friend and she could feel them bubbling in her stomach, as much as she knew he loved her, she couldn't help but fear he'd change his mind. But every soon to be bride had the same worries.

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[deathandswords]

He found what he had been looking for, and headed back to the hotel suite they were staying at. On the way he made arrangements at a little Las Vegas chapel for them to be married in, it was over the top, and the pastor was an Elvis impersonator, but sincere about marrying young couples. The only thing left was for Hawken to get ready himself, not that he needed to do much, he had a suit on and needed coffee more than anything.

“Brat, are you ready yet?”

Hawken called out as he came into the hotel room.

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She'd almost finished fixing her hair when he called to her and she rolled her eyes a little. "Shut up and make yourself a coffee, I'll be ready soon," she shouted back.

Slipping a couple more flowers in her hair, she moved towards the bed and started to remove the clothes she had on, changing into some suitable underwear.

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“Bossy woman, we’re not even married yet and you’re hen pecking me.” The words were softened with the obvious teasing as he called to her. Finding the coffee he made himself a cup and called back to her.

“Elvis is marrying us.”

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"I'll show you bossy when we're married and I tell you exactly what to do in the bedroom," she smirked at her own words, stripping down to nothing and then started to pull on her underwear.

"Elvis is doing what? Could you get a tackier wedding?" She laughed though, knowing this was just about them getting married, the real wedding would come sometime next year.

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“Nag. Nag. Nag.” Hawken quipped back. He let out a sigh as he drank the coffee and eyed the closed bedroom door, wondering what she was putting on in there. His lips curled upwards as he let the fantasy run in his mind.

“This is Vegas, we’re supposed to do tacky weddings. We’re going to get a photo taken and all.” He sounded amused by the whole tacky idea.

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"Keep talking like that and you wont get any sex tonight," which would be hard especially with the underwear she was wearing. She pulled the dress on after, the one he'd picked out for her in his world, and then slipped on some shoes and stepped out of the bedroom. It wasn't the wedding dress she wanted, but it was perfect for now.

"So maybe I should be wearing next to nothing and look like a stripped instead of wearing this," she walked towards him and smirked, "Although I think you'd like that idea too much."

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The usual talkative goblin was at a loss for words when she walked out of the room. Of course he had seen the dress before, still the way he drew in a breath; spoke volumes of how much Hawken approved of how she looked.

“You look like a princess.”

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Walking towards him she took his hand in her own and smiled softly as she kissed his lips, "That's because I am one," she said softly before bringing his hand up to her lips.

"Last chance to change your mind," and she wrapped her arms around him, kissing him softly so he wouldn't change his mind.

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The kiss was returned, deepened, until Hawken pulled back with a soft sigh.

"We keep this up, you're never going to leave this room. Lets go get married by Elvis."

While his voice held a bit of glee in it, there was seriousness in his eyes. He wanted to do it.

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"Married by Elvis," she laughed softly and pulled away from him, reaching to pick up the flowers from the side and held out her hand to him.

"Come alone Mr Hawken, make me your wife."

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Solomon grabbed her by the hand and pulled her to him, giving her another brief kiss,

“Lets get out of here, I’ll be needing coffee when we’re done.” His voice was lightly teasing as he motioned for her to follow him, holding his hand out for her to try and capture it. With that he was out of the room, running down the hall, calling after her while holding out his hand,

“Hurry up slow poke, you’ll be late for our wedding.”

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"Hey!" She laughed as he took off and kept a hand out for her to take, "Do you have any idea how hard it is to run in this dress and heels?" Brea couldn't keep up, there was no way in hell she could keep up with him. Running the best she could, she ended up giving up and walked.

"I'm not going to look like a scruff for our wedding, you'll have to wait!"

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Hawken slowed down, finally taking her hand in his and falling into step beside her. He whispered against her ear,

“You’ll still look beautiful.”

It wasn’t long after when he had them both at the quaint little Vegas chapel they were going to be married at.

“Well, brat, still want to get married by Elvis?”

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She felt nerves bubble inside her, but she couldn't stop how happy she actually felt. Marrying him, Brea felt this was something perfect. Turning towards him she smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

"I don't care who we are married by, only that we're married by someone. I love you Solomon and that's what matters."

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He became all serious, a brief return kiss, and Hawken looped his arm around hers.

"Miss Fortune. My light. C'mon lets go in before I get too sappy."

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"I think I'd like to see you sappy," she said softly before grinning and following him inside. She had no idea what to expect and she didn't care. She just wanted to be his wife.

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"Only over coffee." He gave her a teasing grin.

Once inside they were greeted by the sight over over done tackiness, the 'church' was decorated in everything Elvis. And they were greeted by a little, plump, woman who identified herself as 'Pricilla', Elvis's wife.

It set the scene for how the rest of the 'wedding' would go. And Sol, was clearly throughly amused by it all. He whispered against her ear,

"I want them at our real wedding."

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Her eyes took the place in and she rolled her eyes a little at his words, there was no way in hell she was going to let her real wedding this tacky. Although this was their wedding, but she meant the one where her family and everyone else would be there.

Turning her head to look at him, Brea leaned in to whisper in his ear, "What's happening with the vows?" She didn't expect him to say 'To love' in his vows, she knew that he didn't understand love.

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As they stood waiting for the Pastor Elvis to show, Solomon gave Brea a side look. His eyebrow arched slightly.

“Does this matter, it’s a play wedding.” While it was as real as tacky and Vegas could get, the little things didn’t seem to bother Hawken.

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"We're still getting married," she said softly, "It's really a wedding, just not the one our family is going to be at." She squeezed his hand, "I don't want you to say anything that's not truthful. It does matter, at least to me."

Leaning in she brushed her nose against his cheek, "Marrying you is very important."

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Hawken draws her close to him, brushing his lips against hers.

“Then let me decide what to say when it comes to vows. The only important ones I want to say is ’I do’. None of the other ones matter.”

He kissed her a little deeper. And pulled back when over the intercom speakers in the church the words blasted out,

“Ladies and gentlemen, Elvis is in the building.”

Hawken gave a grin and whispered against Brea’s ear, “This is so tacky. I love it.”

[musicae_amore]

She shook her head at his reaction and then looked back to see this Elvis who was going to marry them. Brea was trying to focus on the act itself and not the fact that it was tacky and they were getting married by Elvis.

She squeezed his hand softly, "Did you get the rings?"

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It took a bit of effort for Sol to pull his gaze away from the mesmerising tackiness of the act. The entrance was so overdone it was cliché, but in a strange way, rather good.

His gaze focused on Brea and he smiled softly.

“I have the rings.” He assured her. And finally they were heading down the aisle, towards the pastor who would marry them.

As he stood beside Brea, it was soon to be his turn to say the vows. Solomon kept them simple,

” Where there has been cold, you have brought warmth.
Where there was darkness, you have brought light.
Our miracle lies in the path we have chosen together. I, Solomon Hawken, take you, Brea Fortune, to enter this marriage with you. Knowing that the true magic of love is not to avoid changes, but to follow the path together, hand in hand. I commit to the miracle of making each day be for you. Be for us, together, for as long as we both shall live.”

The ring he placed on her finger was a simple gold band. Inside it he had inscribed the words: Thome Reid's only light.

Giving the ring over, he had also given her his true name and in his vows he had spoken his goblin name to give Brea. The knowledge caused the goblin to smile softly. He would be fully committed to her as he always was, in both his names.

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Kept things simple? She had no idea they were supposed to say something themselves and as she listened to his words her mouth opened a little in surprise and her eyes welled up slightly.

Brea was sure that was the most beautiful thing she'd ever heard. Her gaze lowered as he slipped the ring over her fingers and she felt her heart flutter hard against her chest. So badly did she want to kiss him, but she knew she shouldn't yet.

"Whatever lies ahead, good or bad, we will face together.
Distance may test us for a time, and time may try us.
But if we look to each other first, we will always see a friend.
Solomon Hawken, look to me for all the days to come;
today I take my place as your wife, and maker of coffee."

And with a playful grin she leaned forward to whisper, "I need the other ring to put on your finger."

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It took a lot for him not to steal a kiss when she leant in, but he knew he could wait to kiss her the moment they had completed their vows. Taking the ring from his suit pocket, Solomon placed the plain matching gold band in the palm of her hand.

“I said I’d find us something.” He said, pleased he had managed to find two matching rings at such short notice. Then again they were in Vegas, everything could be almost found in Vegas.

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She took the ring from him and pressed it gently to her lips before slipping the ring onto his finger. "I love you Solomon," she said softly and then looked towards 'Elvis'

As he continued to talk, Brea looked at Sol, unable to keep her eyes off of him, she loved him so much. Finally she was told she could kiss him and she couldn't wait to kiss her husband.

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His lips touched hers, gently at first then with a touch more pressure; finally he opened his mouth under hers. It didn’t matter to him Elvis’s wife had started crying on cue. Or that Elvis had tears of his own glistening in his eyes. It didn’t matter to Solomon as he and Brea were the only ones in the small chapel at that moment. He kissed her as if it were his last kiss, his first kiss, and every other kiss he would ever give her after they left the chapel.

He knew they were married and nothing could take that away from her --- or him. His kiss stated he was her husband in every sense of the word.