skin, bone, and arrogance
Someone to hold you too close
Someone to hurt you too deep
Someone to sit in your chair
And ruin your sleep
It was an unusually overcast day in Avalonia. The weather system didn't seem to know whether it wanted to rain or not; every time it started to sprinkle, it reversed course, leaving only a few droplets on the pavement and in the trees as evidence that it was there. Talbot Vitalis stood on the lush grounds of Avalonia's Temple of the Balance. It was late morning by now, but so overcast that the automatic lights had come on, bathing the temple in a warm golden glow. Vitalis was dressed simply, in a plain black suit with a black tie. No morning dress for this wedding; with the war on, [member="Natasi Fortan"]'s thought was that it would be inappropriate to show ostentation and celebration when the nation was suffering. He didn't much care; he was getting what he wanted. What was a simple black suit when compared to the one-way ticket he was getting to the top of First Order capital-S society? He would spend his days in comfort and luxury and have access to achieve all manner of things once he had locked in Natasi as his wife. Someone to need you too much
Someone to know you too well
Someone to pull you up short
And put you through hell
Pierce Fortan rounded the corner, all spectacles and teeth as he smiled at his would-be cousin-in-law. Pierce had proved an effective ally in Talbot's quest, and would serve as his witness and best man for the ceremony. It would be a simple, straightforward ceremony. No folderol, no fuss. Intimate wasn't quite the right word, in a building as large and impressive as the Temple of the Balance, but it would be all but empty -- only a handful of people in attendance, including the bride and groom, the the Bishop, Pierce and Natasi's niece -- no, cousin -- Lucy Yvarro. Natasi had been on the verge of inviting Valessia Creed, but Talbot had convinced her that it would be no way to start their married life, with a woman who had been brazenly rude the only time Talbot had met her. It was the bare minimum one needed to have a wedding.
Someone you have to let in
Someone whose feelings you spare
Someone who like it or not
Will want you to share, a little, a lot
Talbot wordlessly offered a cigarette to Pierce, who took it. They both lit up and stood in silence for a few moments. Finally, Pierce glanced sidelong at Talbot. "Are you ready?" Talbot took a long drag from his cigarette. A sprinkle of moisture on the back of his neck announced the return of another hesitant fit of rain. "I think so," said Talbot. "I've only been wanting this for, oh, the better part of fifteen years." He took a final drag and deposited the butt into a nearby ashtray. "Bit of a rinse?" he asked, pulling a flask out out of his inner jacket pocket. He unscrewed the top and took a gulp the whiskey contained within. Pierce hesitated, then stretched an arm out. "Go on then." Thus, thoroughly freshened, the men straightened their ties and then headed back into the Temple just as the skies opened and rain began to pour onto Avalonia.
Someone to crowd you with love
Someone to force you to care
Someone to make you come through
Who'll always be there, as frightened as you
Of being alive, being alive!