While Ruka works, Jaime sits right by Malina's tank, with his wedding planning binder documents spread out in front of him and occasionally talks to her. Of course Ruka is involved in this too, but Jaime had elected to take on most of the communication with the planner for the sole purpose that he finds nodding through the pleasantries a lot more tolerable than Ruka generally does. ]
Okay, so for the tablecloths, she sent us a bunch of samples. We've got... pearl... coconut... alabaster... parchment... chiffon... ugh. These are all the same colours!
[ He flops onto his back. He looks to his right. ]
Except coconut. Coconut's super ugly. [ He blinks at their - parchment coloured - ceiling. ]
You know, I always figured my mom would be around to help me and my fiancee with this stuff.
[ She makes a face at her monitor as she says it, attention split in the usual way during conversations like these. Some portions of planning are more hands-on for them both, and some are more like this — between the two of them, Jaime has a better idea of what a proper wedding looks like, and what pieces they need to keep in mind. She contributes as much as she can, of course, but a lot of it is... a lot.
But more than questions about linens or catering or "what's a reasonable insurance policy for the florists if we get abducted by merfolk the week of the ceremony and need to reschedule" concerns, it's a very emotional process. On the whole, it's been a giddy, exciting time. There are occasional bumps of mundane frustration, sure, but most of the time it's positive.
Then there's the "You know"s, here and there. When he says it, it always comes with a shift in mood.
When he says it this time, her chair spins slow away from the computer screen. It's not quite time to get up and join Jaime on the couch; her legs fold up onto the chair, her elbows perching on the arm rest. ]
The help would have been nice. [ The company moreso; he's always going to miss his family. She leans her head against the back of the chair, watching Jaime's face. ] Is this the kind of thing you talked about a lot?
[ Jaime turns his head. The swatches of fabric float into his vision. ]
Not, like, explicitly. 'Cause I'm a boy. I know everyone expects the bride to control everything. [ He and Ruka don't work like that, though. She knows that this is just as important to him as it is to her. They make the big decisions together, and the smaller ones, they figure out along the way.
He tilts his head up, snorting a little. ]
We've never really fit that mold. [ And he's glad for it. He could have been happy with someone who did, but he wouldn't have known what he's missing out on. ]
But we'd talk about it sometimes. When we went to a cousin's wedding, she was always, like, you'll have one just like this one day, mijo. Or... when you get married, you're certainly not going to be wearing that.
[ There's a curve to his mouth. It's fond. Not sad, per se, but he can't help but long for them, for his family. ]
She wouldn't have been able to resist helping, even if whoever I married didn't want her to. I've got a looooot of cousins. And half of 'em are way older than me. We went to a lot of weddings.
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While Ruka works, Jaime sits right by Malina's tank, with his wedding planning binder documents spread out in front of him and occasionally talks to her. Of course Ruka is involved in this too, but Jaime had elected to take on most of the communication with the planner for the sole purpose that he finds nodding through the pleasantries a lot more tolerable than Ruka generally does. ]
Okay, so for the tablecloths, she sent us a bunch of samples. We've got... pearl... coconut... alabaster... parchment... chiffon... ugh. These are all the same colours!
[ He flops onto his back. He looks to his right. ]
Except coconut. Coconut's super ugly. [ He blinks at their - parchment coloured - ceiling. ]
You know, I always figured my mom would be around to help me and my fiancee with this stuff.
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[ She makes a face at her monitor as she says it, attention split in the usual way during conversations like these. Some portions of planning are more hands-on for them both, and some are more like this — between the two of them, Jaime has a better idea of what a proper wedding looks like, and what pieces they need to keep in mind. She contributes as much as she can, of course, but a lot of it is... a lot.
But more than questions about linens or catering or "what's a reasonable insurance policy for the florists if we get abducted by merfolk the week of the ceremony and need to reschedule" concerns, it's a very emotional process. On the whole, it's been a giddy, exciting time. There are occasional bumps of mundane frustration, sure, but most of the time it's positive.
Then there's the "You know"s, here and there. When he says it, it always comes with a shift in mood.
When he says it this time, her chair spins slow away from the computer screen. It's not quite time to get up and join Jaime on the couch; her legs fold up onto the chair, her elbows perching on the arm rest. ]
The help would have been nice. [ The company moreso; he's always going to miss his family. She leans her head against the back of the chair, watching Jaime's face. ] Is this the kind of thing you talked about a lot?
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[ Jaime turns his head. The swatches of fabric float into his vision. ]
Not, like, explicitly. 'Cause I'm a boy. I know everyone expects the bride to control everything. [ He and Ruka don't work like that, though. She knows that this is just as important to him as it is to her. They make the big decisions together, and the smaller ones, they figure out along the way.
He tilts his head up, snorting a little. ]
We've never really fit that mold. [ And he's glad for it. He could have been happy with someone who did, but he wouldn't have known what he's missing out on. ]
But we'd talk about it sometimes. When we went to a cousin's wedding, she was always, like, you'll have one just like this one day, mijo. Or... when you get married, you're certainly not going to be wearing that.
[ There's a curve to his mouth. It's fond. Not sad, per se, but he can't help but long for them, for his family. ]
She wouldn't have been able to resist helping, even if whoever I married didn't want her to. I've got a looooot of cousins. And half of 'em are way older than me. We went to a lot of weddings.