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#V:New Orleansian Holiday
theheadlessgroom · 3 years
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“Not I,” he chuckled-the idea of actually being with Emily had long seemed like a pipe dream, some sort of fantastical notion that he could only dream about. He would have to contend with daydreams, never once imagining that, one day, they would be courting, even if it was in secret. He certainly never imagined that Emily reciprocated his feelings, and had long thought he’d only have to dream that she did. Now, here she was, in his arms, dancing joyfully with him around the living room.
“But surely someone did,” he added-surely someone out there had to have been pulling the strings of fate that brought them together the way they did. His father used to tell him stories of Aengus Óg, the Celtic god who could invoke love in others, and whose head was always encircled by four small birds-they always looked like doves to Randall, personally, in all the illustrations that he’d seen, as he explained to Emily as they danced.
“Did you see any doves the day you came to the haberdashery?” he asked her with a small smile-perhaps, if so, it could be taken as a sign that Aengus Óg was at work. It was a little bit of a silly notion, true, but one that still made Randall smile boyishly, wanting to entertain the idea.
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theheadlessgroom · 3 years
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As though he’d seen the gears turn in her head, Wilhelm remarked, “I think he would loyally wear anything you made for him, lass, solely because it’d be made with your love, and that would mean the whole world to him.” He couldn’t at all imagine his son turning down anything Emily made for him; he would accept and adore it out of sheer love for her, appreciating the gesture above all else.
“And if you were thinking of making him a sweater, you could ask Junie to show you sometime. After all, she’s the one who taught him everything he knows about sewing and stitching and the like, and I think she’d be tickled pink if you asked her to teach you. Me, I can throw a patch over a hole and maybe do a little stitching here and there, but she’d be the one to ask about knitting a sweater.” 
Wilhelm could very easily imagine the look on his son’s face upon receiving such gift as he said this: In his mind’s eyes, he envisioned how Randall’s olive-green eyes would widen, his expression registering surprise (and perhaps a little bit of disbelief), before the expression would turn to that of delight and appreciation, likely a reflection of how his father had looked when he received such a gift.
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theheadlessgroom · 4 years
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New Orleansian Holiday
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The house was warm and inviting when the pair walked up, windows aglow with a gentle golden light, with the windows open to let the gentle summer breeze drift in, softly ruffling the curtains. The smell of spices hung heavy in the air, heavenly and enticing, a promise of a hearty evening meal, and the sound of singing accompanied it, a man’s voice, backed by the gentle strumming of some stringed instrument. The house was rough in places-some of the paint was peeling, and the shingles seemed to coming loose here and there, but the flourishing flowers and fenced-in vegetable garden gave it a homey touch, and drew the eye far more than any blemishes it had. It was humble, but it was home.
Randall held Emily’s hand as he led her up to the house, pausing a little to let her take it in: He smiled softly at the sound of his father’s voice, and he could see his mother silhouetted in the kitchen, moving about as she prepared dinner. It was comforting, and helped to loosen the knot he felt his stomach had tied itself into. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, trying to shake off his nerves, to little avail. Still, he put on a smile for Emily as he glanced at her, silently wondering what she thought of his family’s humble abode, and how it would, if everything went smoothly that evening, be her home for some time to come.
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theheadlessgroom · 3 years
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“You know,” Wilhelm smiled warmly, rubbing his chin as she said this. “I felt the exact same way about Junie, when I met her. She was one of the first people to...really hear me out, and be understanding about it. I had a rough time making friends when I first came here, sadly, but...I knew that I could count on Junie-I felt like I could be completely open around her, even more than I already am!”
He laughed good-naturedly at his own friendly nature, before continuing, “She didn’t have to, but out of the goodness of her heart, she gave me a place to stay, after I was told to leave the hotel I was staying in when I first arrived. She’s my rock, really, she keeps me grounded through thick and thin, and...I don’t know what my life here in the States would’ve been like had I not met her. I don’t want to know, actually, because I wouldn’t trade anything for the life I have with her. I think, like you and Randall...I’d have been pretty lonely myself.”
Taking another sip of his milk, he then looked back to Emily, saying, “I’m very glad you met my boy. Not only have you made him the happiest lad in New Orleans, but...he’s also made you the happiest lass, too, if I’m not mistaken.”
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theheadlessgroom · 3 years
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“Well, to be honest with you, lass,” he smiled, opening the door and approaching with the tray, which he set down on the nightstand, passing one to her before taking the other for himself. “I couldn’t sleep. Not a wink. And, I, uh, got the feeling you were probably having a hard time doing the same, so I thought that I’d fix us a couple of warm milks-it’s my go-to when I can’t sleep.”
Unsure if he should sit beside her on the bed, Wilhelm instead opted to sit in one of the little chairs close by, saying, “I know you weren’t feeling very hungry during dinner-which, I can’t blame you for, lass, not at all, but at the same time, I wanted to check in on you, and make sure you were feeling okay.” 
He knew she was still clearly feeling guilty about the whole thing, despite her apology being accepted-she probably wasn’t feeling very welcome anymore, in spite of all that, and that was a big draw for Wilhelm coming to see her-to ensure that she felt welcome under the Pace’s roof.
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theheadlessgroom · 3 years
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Randall’s cheeks turned a brilliant scarlet at not only Emily’s hand in his and the kiss she pressed to his cheek, but this adoring proclamation of love, her words bringing fresh tears to his own eyes as he looked at her with a smile, rendered speechless for a moment, before closing his eyes, gently pressing his forehead to hers, and squeezing her hand.
“And I love Emily,” he himself declared, voice hitching a little as he said, “I love her for her-I...I don’t care about a mansion, or a carriage, or a staff, or a fortune, or anything like that, I just want her. I don’t want to marry any other woman in the world, and I...I would do anything and everything I could to be with her. I don’t care what comes my way, I will marry her, no matter what anyone says or does!”
Wilhelm sniffled at his son’s loving words to his fiancée, brushing away a couple of errant tears that welled up in his blue eyes, as he looked up at June, who too was brushing away her own tears. The whole scene took them back to their own engagement, their own discussion about whether or not June really wanted to marry him, and her stalwart reassurance that she did. They vowed to never let anything stand in the way of their love, and that they would always love each other-for better or worse, for richer or poorer, their love would endure.
And it was clear to the Pace parents that their son’s love for this upper class woman would endure as well, for theirs was a love made to last, a love that would stand the test of time. Perhaps it was silly and fantastical to think so, but June felt there was a certain fairy tale quality to her son’s love for this woman, a certain story book element: A simple tailor, who falls in love with a princess, who happily runs away with him, willingly leaving behind all the trappings of her old life behind-all for the sake of true love.
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theheadlessgroom · 3 years
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Offering Wilhelm a wry smile, June got to her feet, leaving the lovers to cling to one another as they continued their pleas as she calmly said to her husband, “Wil, would you be a dear and fix us a pot of tea? I think it’ll be a little more calming than coffee in this situation.”
“W-Well, yes, b-but what’s going on? What’s wrong?” he blinked his big blue eyes at her worriedly, glancing back at his son and his daughter-in-law-to-be, heart breaking as he watched the tears stream down the pairs faces as they held each other comfortingly. June touched his face, bringing his gaze back to her as she soothed, “I’ll explain in a little bit-just start up the hot water for now, please?”
Wilhelm, although still deeply concerned, went to the kitchen to set down the boxes and do as he was told, returning in a few scant minutes with a pot of tea and some mugs, which were set down on the coffee table as June encouraged the young lovers to take a few deep breaths and drink some tea, to dry their eyes and take a moment to gather their thoughts. Randall, realizing they weren’t going to be punished (at least, not right now), nervously took the mug in one hand as he held Emily’s hand in the other, saying softly, “I’m really sorry, Ma, I really am, i-it’s just...”
“I know, I know,” June soothed, taking her own mug as she encouraged, “Start from the beginning. Tell us the truth, everything, and I promise, we will understand.”
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