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Growing up Polnareff and his little sister would sneak into movie theaters and watch whichever film was on. They saw thrillers, comedies, artsy films but most of all they kept watching romances that always ended in a grand wedding.
Maybe twelve was a young age to decide that you want to get married, but for Polnareff it made perfect sense. You find your soulmate, and you marry them in a grand fashion.
As he got older that desire didn’t change, but what a wedding meant to him did change. It was still a symbol of love but more importantly it was about sharing that love with friends and family. It was about telling the person you love most that you wanted to spend every day with them. Through sickness and health, through sorrow and joy, through poverty and wealth, till death do you part.
The Frenchman wanted to say the words, and more than that he wanted to find someone to say them too. But life took a turn for the worse and for a while it seemed that someone was a dream.
Then he met Avdol. Best friend, love of his life, the first person he looked for anytime he walked into a room.
They built a life together in Egypt. Somehow, they were running a bakery/fortune shop with Polnareff giving impromptu fencing lessons every month. It was unconventional by all means and the Frenchmen wouldn’t change it for the world.
That said, there was one thing he wished they could have.
“Everything alright?”
The Frenchman turned to look at his partner in the kitchen. He just got back from work. The fortune teller set down his satchel before making his way towards him. He wiped away a few tears that Polnareff hadn’t noticed.
“Onions.”
He was chopping carrots.
“I would fight those onions if I could.”
“I know,” it was one of the reasons he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him.
“You been like this all week,” there was a silent question.
When he realized that Avdol was the love of his life Polnareff accepted there would be no wedding. He accepted that it wasn’t something he could simply shout to the world above. And for a while he felt fine with it, but about a week ago he and Avdol attended Jotaro’s wedding, and the desire to be wed hit him.
“I want to get married.” He wanted it more than anything, but what institution was going to marry two men. What kind of person wouldn’t laugh at the idea. The fact that they were together should have been enough for him, but it wasn’t.
“You do.”
The Frenchman nodded.
“Then let’s get married.”
“What!” he almost stabbed the table, “Have you forgotten where we live?”
Avdol shrugged, “Okay, so we wouldn’t have an actual priest, but I’m sure that Mr. Joestar would be more than happy to officiate it.”
“I suppose so.”
“It will have to be a smaller gathering, but I know our friends will be there, we could-”
“Avdol, how do you speak the impossible with practicality?”
“It’s hardly impossible.”
“No intuition would ever let two men get married.”
“That’s why I’m asking Mr. Joestar.”
“You really think we can do this?”
“Why not, we done crazier.” They really have.
“I guess that’s true.”
The fortune teller nodded, “There should be some good jewelry stores near here.”
“Wait, do you want to get married?” because really there was no point to this if he was only doing it to make him feel better. It would be a half empty promise, and while Polnareff felt their souls bonded he hadn’t quite asked Avdol if he felt the same.
“Of course I do, Pol, you’re the person I’m spending my everyday with, in my eyes were already married.”
“But we haven’t even proposed yet,” Polnareff said suddenly recalling his notebook full of ideas.
“Alright, do you want to do it or should I?”
“Please let me do it love.” He was going to make it magical, perfect, and he was going to list every reason he loved Avdol.
“I look forward to it,” said the love of his life kissing him on the lips.