Post by ZACHARY MICHAEL WINCHESTER on Aug 10, 2014 10:23:31 GMT -8
So today was the day. His best mate since hogwarts, the only one who could be a bigger flirt than Zach himself....was getting married. An odd sort of finality washed over him. Not exactly foreboding..but still a sort of sad. Rian was getting married, he was going to start a life with someone, probably have a kid or two. The two hadn't been as nearly in contact as he would've liked, mostly in part to their careers both having them busier than ever. This was just the final peg of the ladder that made Zach realize it was the end to their era. He would no longer be able to sneak Rian away from Quidditch to go and party with all of the beautiful women of foreign soil, to take in the sights and people of far away places, Or just sneak him away in general. He was going to have a wife now, and that came with..responsibility. Responsibility and commitment. Two things scarier than any tomb or forbidden temple.
While the eldest Winchester was a bit put out, it didn't stop his ever cheerful, and ever silly demeanor. Even though he was stuffed into the most constricting and agonizing attire. A suit.
There was nothing in the world of clothing that Zach shuddered more at. And he'd worn his fair share of dresses and other unmentionable things. Suits were so...proper. And they had a confounding number of bastardly buttons! He fidgeted quite a lot as he walked, feeling highly out of his element but he'd wear it with his usual flair. It was not his airy shirts, or his tattered jeans. Or his Birkenstocks. Merlin how he wanted to be out of these contraptions they called shoes. But he was wearing it for Rians sake. So he held his head up and tried to walk as though he weren't doing a very complex and awkward wiggle dance. He was doing a fairly good job mind, but there were collars and cuffs and the clothes were almost hugging his person. He felt like a sardine. A walking sardine who appeared to be battling the most unholy of wedgies.
As he walked the hall he was suddenly rather lost, which was something that rarely happened to the man. He could navigate his way through a ruin sooner than some could their own house. The problem was, this place was huge, and he'd forgotten which room Rian was in. Normally he would have started popping open doors in search, but there was a bride to be around here somewhere,and he wasn't looking to get scolded and shooed away by a small army of defensive bridesmaids, no sir.
So he roamed the building, trying his best to flatten his unruly blonde mop. He'd see the odd person or two, but they were gone before he'd gotten the chance to talk. Now he was just feeling lonely, very confused,and no short amount of odd. Oh blimey. The button came undone again. What was it with buttons, they alway needed buttoning and who would put this many on a single vest and jacket?!
As he fought a nearly losing battle with his clothing he was unaware that anyone had been in his general vicinity until he felt a tap on his shoulder.
While the eldest Winchester was a bit put out, it didn't stop his ever cheerful, and ever silly demeanor. Even though he was stuffed into the most constricting and agonizing attire. A suit.
There was nothing in the world of clothing that Zach shuddered more at. And he'd worn his fair share of dresses and other unmentionable things. Suits were so...proper. And they had a confounding number of bastardly buttons! He fidgeted quite a lot as he walked, feeling highly out of his element but he'd wear it with his usual flair. It was not his airy shirts, or his tattered jeans. Or his Birkenstocks. Merlin how he wanted to be out of these contraptions they called shoes. But he was wearing it for Rians sake. So he held his head up and tried to walk as though he weren't doing a very complex and awkward wiggle dance. He was doing a fairly good job mind, but there were collars and cuffs and the clothes were almost hugging his person. He felt like a sardine. A walking sardine who appeared to be battling the most unholy of wedgies.
As he walked the hall he was suddenly rather lost, which was something that rarely happened to the man. He could navigate his way through a ruin sooner than some could their own house. The problem was, this place was huge, and he'd forgotten which room Rian was in. Normally he would have started popping open doors in search, but there was a bride to be around here somewhere,and he wasn't looking to get scolded and shooed away by a small army of defensive bridesmaids, no sir.
So he roamed the building, trying his best to flatten his unruly blonde mop. He'd see the odd person or two, but they were gone before he'd gotten the chance to talk. Now he was just feeling lonely, very confused,and no short amount of odd. Oh blimey. The button came undone again. What was it with buttons, they alway needed buttoning and who would put this many on a single vest and jacket?!
As he fought a nearly losing battle with his clothing he was unaware that anyone had been in his general vicinity until he felt a tap on his shoulder.
