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Sebastian frowns, nibbling on his bottom lip as he stares down at his laptop. “Hmm, I never knew this was so complicated.”
“I did,” Simon says, idly scratching Taka’s head between scribbling notes into a large notebook. “However, I never anticipated that I would ever need to plan a wedding.”
Sebastian tilts his head. “What, really?”
It’s late into the evening, and he and Simon, his fiancé, sit at opposite sides of their dining room table, magazines, notepads and their gadgets spread across the large table. Even though it’s late and Sebastian would rather just go to bed, he has joined Simon in their latest after-work activity: wedding planning.
Two weeks ago, Simon proposed to him. And, of course, he said yes. Right now, his engagement ring hangs on a silver chain around his neck, under his shirt. Simon’s is the same, but Sebastian can see the chain when Simon wears his pyjama shirt, the silver shining against his skin. Honestly, despite it being too weeks ago, Sebastian still hasn’t come down from the high. He just, genuinely can’t get over the fact that Simon Blackquill, his boyfriend of two years, wants to marry him. He must be the happiest man on Earth right now.
Simon looks up from his notepad, nodding. “Yes, really. At first, it was because I am gay and gay marriage was illegal at the time. Then it was because I was on death row and would never get out of prison. My opinion on marriage only changed when I got into my first serious relationship after leaving the clink and getting a normal life back. In other words, you are the reason.”
Despite his best efforts, Sebastian blushes. Simon chuckles.
“Anyway, how is it going, Sebastian?” he asks.
“Um, okay, I think,” Sebastian says, starting to jiggle his legs under the table. “Well, I think I’m getting an idea of the sort of venue I want. Are you sure it’s fine to leave it all up to me?”
“Of course,” Simon says. “I could not give a toss about the location of my wedding. You can decide. As long as you don’t feel too stressed?”
“No, it’s fine. I was just checking.”
“So, may I see?”
“Oh, sure,” Sebastian says, and he turns his laptop around and shows Simon the screen.
For the last hour, he has been creating a digital mood board on a piece of software he didn’t even realise he had. With limited skill and even more limited ideas, Sebastian has done his best to collect images of his ideal wedding venue (the location and the inside and the decorations) and display them in one place.
For Sebastian, he has chosen a music theme. He wants to get married in a music hall (but not a music hall filled with an orchestra and thousands of people, because that would freak him out), and for the ceremony to be right next to a grand piano. He and Simon would wear black with white music notes on their lapels, and a piece Sebastian composed would be played as they began the ceremony.
“And I, uh, haven’t got as far as the reception after words,” Sebastian says, reaching for his favourite baton and flexing it. “But I think maybe we could incorporate birds of prey and we could do it outside and we could have it really informal and… yeah, that’s as far as I got.”
As he finishes babbling, Simon finishes his study of the mood board on the screen. He looks up at Sebastian, who immediately averts his gaze, and smiles.
“Hmm, rather jumbled, I must say, but my attempts would be even more jumbled, so that is not a problem,” Simon says. “I think you have the beginnings of a beautiful wedding here, Sebastian.”
Sebastian’s face heats up, and he smiles. “Really?”
“Yes, bloody hell, stop doubting yourself. I think, with a few tweaks, this is what our wedding venue will look like.” Simon reaches across the table and squeezes his gloved hand. “Well done, Sebastian.”
He smiles awkwardly, infuriatingly close to tears. “Thank you.” Sebastian clears his throat. “So, uh, how’s your planning going?”
“Not as easily as I had anticipated,” Simon says, shaking his head. “Why do we have to know so many people?”
Sebastian smiles. Simon’s role in the wedding plans has been to draw up a list of people to be invited. And, sneaking a glance at the list before Simon, Sebastian knows he is right; the pair of them know a lot of people. Mr Wright and his daughter and his junior lawyers, Kay and Mr Edgeworth and Mr Shields, and Klavier and the other prosecutors at their office just to name a few.
“I see what you mean,” Sebastian says. “Well, why not take a break from that part. Should… should we think about the wedding party. You know, the groomsmaids and groomsmen.”
“Good idea,” Simon says, giving the notebook an unceremonious shove towards the other side of the table and reaching for a small notebook. “Hmm, how many should we have?”
“I… I don’t think we should have too many. Maybe… three of each?”
Simon smiles, easing his irrational anxiety at offering a suggestion.
“I agree. So, for groomsmaids, well, Athena would surely murder me if I didn’t include her.”
Sebastian chuckles, knowing that Athena Cykes would indeed kill him if he left her out of his wedding party. “Yeah, I think she would. So… Athena. What about Kay?”
“Of course, what wedding would be complete without our local thief-turned-detective?” Simon says, smirking. “Right, so Athena and Kay. What about our third?”
“Well, I was going to suggest your sister, but…” Sebastian trails off, his voice tiny.
Thankfully, Simon doesn’t get sad. Instead, he simply says, “Yes, it would be a tad difficult for my sister to attend from inside the clink, but never mind. I was thinking… maybe Wright-dono’s daughter.”
“Oh, Miss Wright,” Sebastian says. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. She’s a nice girl.”
“Good, so now onto the groomsmen. Do you think the Chief Prosecutor would take on the role?”
Sebastian doesn’t even hesitate before nodding. “Yeah, I’m one hundred percent certain. Mr Edgeworth will be a groomsman.”
“Why the certainty? Did you discuss this with him earlier?”
“Perhaps,” Sebastian says, and Simon smirks.
“Of course. So, we have the Chief Pros— I mean, Miles Edgeworth. I suggest Justice-dono, as you two appear very good friends and he was one of my best rivals when I returned to the courts.”
“I like that,” he says, nodding. “Apollo would be perfect for the role. Um, for the third groomsman, I’ve got an idea.”
“If you are suggesting Gavin-dono, he already volunteered,” Simon says.
“What?” Sebastian says, too shocked to even wonder if Simon can read his mind. “He volunteered.”
“Yes, the fool approached me and said if we were looking for groomsmen, could he be one. He also offered to sing at our reception.”
Sebastian’s eyes widen, but he smiles. “That sounds just like Klavier.”
“Yes, that is what I thought. So should we put the bloody fool on the list?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
Sebastian runs their list of groomsmaids and groomsmen over in his head, and smiles. It all sounds perfect. It’s only the early stages, but it seems like their wedding will be absolutely perfect.
“Hmm, I think that is enough planning for one night,” Simon says, snapping his notebook shut and smiling. “But the way this is going, I am certain our wedding will be… Debeste.”
Sebastian glares at him, flushing deep red (but at the same time finding a grin flickering on his lips). “Shut up, Simon.”
“Oh dear, did I bring up an embarrassing joke you used to make every other sentence when you were a bratty teenager?” Simon says, smirking.
Despite the embarrassment, Sebastian ends up giggling. “Simon, you’re so annoying.”
“I aim to please. Should we go to bed?”
Still laughing, Sebastian nods and smiles. “Yeah. sounds good to me.”