Late Fall, 1887 — Morning of Oz & Sina's Wedding — Dempsey Estate, Ireland
Oz wasn't nervous, but to anyone who didn't know him and some of those who did he probably seemed to be. He wouldn't have been surprised if his bride-to-be was nervous; the ceremony was bigger than she had initially wanted, catering to the Dempsey's position in society rather than the Pomfrey's. She likely wasn't used to being the center of so much attention, at least in this capacity. She would probably be fine — or if she did make some mistake, it would be something innocuous. The sort of thing he would notice and bring up later in one of their arguments, but anyone else would forget by the time they left the wedding. He would be fine. He was used to (and bored of) society, so there was nothing new there. There were no surprises in the plan for the event; he and his fiancee had been through all of them (and argued about all of them) in great detail. He wasn't nervous. He was distracted — distracted with imagining what tonight would bring. He'd wanted her over a year. He could not recall ever wanting anything as long — he was generally quite efficient at finding ways to meet his needs, or convincing himself he didn't want whatever it was he couldn't have.
So this was, perhaps, the most anticipation he'd ever felt in his life, and consequently he was pacing a bit. She was here in the house somewhere, but he hadn't even gotten a clear answer on where (perhaps a tactic to prevent him from tracking her down for one last-minute argument that might call the entire event into question). He'd dressed for the ceremony, but his room was too hot and he'd subsequently undone his tie and rolled up his sleeves, which someone (his fiancee) would probably berate him for later when he arrived to the ceremony wrinkled. The door opened and he looked up, expecting Dash to be returning with a strong drink or two. That it was only Endymion was a disappointment. That he appeared to be empty-handed was salt on the wound.
"Everything coming along alright downstairs?" he asked as he went back to pacing. "Mother mentioned there was a delay with the florist."
So this was, perhaps, the most anticipation he'd ever felt in his life, and consequently he was pacing a bit. She was here in the house somewhere, but he hadn't even gotten a clear answer on where (perhaps a tactic to prevent him from tracking her down for one last-minute argument that might call the entire event into question). He'd dressed for the ceremony, but his room was too hot and he'd subsequently undone his tie and rolled up his sleeves, which someone (his fiancee) would probably berate him for later when he arrived to the ceremony wrinkled. The door opened and he looked up, expecting Dash to be returning with a strong drink or two. That it was only Endymion was a disappointment. That he appeared to be empty-handed was salt on the wound.
"Everything coming along alright downstairs?" he asked as he went back to pacing. "Mother mentioned there was a delay with the florist."
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