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When Dragon finds herself being tailored to and dressed for her wedding day, there's only one thought passing through her mind. . She has a constant smile on her face. A few other iterations of them are going to be present, but that's to be expected with interdimensional consciousnesses. It'd be a crime not to invite them. She looks herself in the mirror, pale white face framed by long black locks of hair, flowing in lazy waves as they fade to white, styled to be floor-length and beautiful. She has a light grey suit on that fades to white the further down eyes stray, and her pristine black heels give her no trouble.
It's my big day. Of course I look pretty.
So why does she have this nagging feeling of something being painfully wrong? It's her wedding to the love of her life. Dragon puts on some gentle purple lipstick, metallic eyeliner of a similar shade accentuating her deep black eyes. She's absolutely stunning. In her breast pocket lay a black rose, stunning in its mystique. She gently turns the rose, avoiding the mirror. Something is wrong.
We picked the rings ourselves. A bicolor rose. Black and white. Yang and Yin. Death and life. Shadow and light. Secrets and knowledge.
She lists off the many things that black and white could represent. A ritual she's used to stay calm since...since she'd proposed to her.
Change and stagnation. Sadness and joy. Mystique and clarity. Sharp and round. Hard and soft.
She starts humming to the tune of Blue, from one of her favourite artists. She looks out the window, still fiddling with her rose, and looks out of the window. There, she sees the venue, the arch where they'll be wed blossoming with a spectrum of the beautiful flowers. From black, to red, to pink, to peach, orange, yellow...it's a rainbow of petals and thorns. The black and white roses stretch into the hedge walls surrounding the gorgeous setup, bringing a smile to her made-up face. She takes her locket, the emblem representing her past, and opens it. She's recently discovered the locket feature, and placed their pictures inside immediately. She takes a deep breath, ready to go out and meet her new future, when she sees something. A hand mirror. It's overturned, with a note.
{Behind you.}
She knows what this is, and isn't afraid to look inside. But...maybe later. She has to get down there. She takes her black rose bouquet, gripping it tight, and walks outside. The sun shines on her pale form, and she smiles. She sees her two counterparts in the front row, both in their usual outfits of white suits, but they're formal already. She nods to them, the necromancer puffing up her wings, and the business woman nodding her assent. Their partners are right beside them, chatting away. Dragon and her bride wind up in love in every universe, it seems. She turns her head to the altar, stepping up and looking out as the ceremony begins. Her lover steps in through the gate, white overskirt opening to show the thin, slitted dress beneath, the sweetheart corset embroidered with green eyes, invisible to the naked eye, but Dragon knows her bride well. She has no veil, allowing her stunning features to be seen by all. She steps forth, a small grey mouse and a black raven pulling baskets of rose petals beside her, and she steps onto the altar.
This is it. We're doing this.
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
---<0>---
She opens her eyes to a starlit sky.
It wasn't real.
That aching sense of something wrong wound up being correct. It was a dream. They'll never wind up in that future. There's no way that she'd reciprocate her feelings. She'd have to be crazy. For a gentle, smiling, all-knowing angel to fall in love with the Grim Reaper. It's never going to happen. She gets out of bed, looking at the hand mirror sitting smugly on her desk.
Oh, great, I'm imagining a cursed hand mirror with emotions. Shit.
She gets ready for the day, changing out of her comfortable sleepwear and into her blackening dress. She gets skinnier by the day, and yet it's still uncomfortable to put on.
My abdomen is rotting, and it's still not enough??
She sighs and walks down to the fry kitchen to starts her next shift.