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17 December 2008 @ 10:38 pm
Old, New, Borrowed, Blue (PL)  
Title: Old, New, Borrowed, Blue
Fandom: Professor Layton
Rating: PG
Word Count: 594
Genre: Gen, Family
Disclaimer: I don't own Professor Layton. Or his top-hat of awesome.
Teaser: It was a silly old saying, but there was no point in jinxing anything.

For the dozenth time in the past five minutes, Flora adjusted her veil and shifted around in her seat. The white gown was a bit heavier than was completely comfortable, but was otherwise perfect. She was just nervous, as any young woman in this situation would be.

After all, what girl wasn’t nervous on her wedding day?

Everything was as it should be, really. She couldn’t have asked for nicer weather, there hadn’t been any serious mishaps so far, everyone involved was present and accounted for, and she herself was almost ready to go. And it was almost time.

Another brush at the veil with her gloved hand. She needed to stop thinking so much, or she was going to work herself into a panic, and that seemed to be more or less the worst possible thing she could do. She needed to breathe and stay calm and—

A knock at the door made her jump. She quickly righted herself and put a smile on her face. “Come in.”

Somehow, she had known who it would be. The Professor had been an absolute godsend through all of this, and as her own true father was deceased, well…who better to walk her down the aisle than the man who had been her guardian since her early teens?

“How are you?” he asked.

“…nervous.” There was no reason to hide it from him. He had the knack for knowing these kinds of things anyway, whether they were voiced or not.

“Perfectly understandable,” he said, patting her arm. “But I had a thought, my dear. You know I don’t hold with superstition, but given the occasion…” He looked a bit amused with himself, but he went ahead and asked, “Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue?”

Flora recognized the old saying, and thought over everything she was wearing. “The dress is new…” She saw the Professor wince ever so slightly, and remembered how much the new dress had cost; it made her laugh. “This necklace is a family heirloom. It’s an antique.” She glanced down at her hands. “I borrowed my earrings from Miss Agatha. She said that they were lucky…”

There was a pause.

“…I have nothing blue,” she finished after a moment, looking up at the Professor. Though it seemed silly, she felt a sudden flash of panic. Oh goodness maybe she had jinxed the whole thing…

To her amazement, Layton chuckled. “I suspected that might be the case,” he said. “If I may?” When she nodded, he withdrew a flower from his lapel and very carefully tucked it into her hair, taking great pains not to disturb the careful arrangement that held her veil in place. “I think this should do the trick.”

As he withdrew his hand, Flora looked back to the mirror, instinctively reaching up to touch the addition to her ensemble. She recognized the blue flower. “A perriwinkle…” She smiled and turned back to face him once again. “It’s lovely. Thank you.”

There was an odd look on the Professor’s face that took her a moment to place. But she realized that he looked…sad. Pleased, and holding all the pride of any father in his daughter on her wedding day, but still…it was the saddest she had ever seen him.

“You look wonderful, my dear,” he said softly.

Realizing that this might be the last moment of its kind between her and the man who was her adoptive father, Flora reached out and took the Professor’s hand in her own and squeezed. Gently. Her next words encompassed everything.

“Thank you.”

darkamber27 on December 18th, 2008 07:06 pm (UTC)
Who's she marrying who's she marrying who's she marrying?! We all have a guess as to who it is though.....*cough cough*
Candyland: PL [Legal]candyfics on December 19th, 2008 02:32 am (UTC)
That's up to you to see icon fill in the blanks, of course~ No subliminal Luke messaging here!
asai_arcionasai_arcion on January 2nd, 2009 08:21 pm (UTC)
"Pleased, and holding all the pride of any father in his daughter on her wedding day, but still…it was the saddest she had ever seen him."
The joy of a father leading his 'daughter' to give her away ^_^

Worried she'd jinxed the whole thing forgetting one piece of the puzzle. First of all, how could she, it seems to be her hinted husband-to-be's favorite color :p Second, their 'family' loves brain-teasers so it's almost implied that they'd follow the tradition.

Now if the title didn't make me think of such a sad song -_- *kicks the song*