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entrancelogs2018-02-07 01:09 pm
beautifullies) wrote in entrancelogs2018-02-07 01:09 pm
A renewal (closed)
Who: Claire Fraser, James Fraser, and invited guests.
Where: Claire and Jamie's room.
When: The evening of 2-7
Rating: PG-13ish perhaps? Drinking and fesitivies and Jamie and Claire being, well, themselves in the end.
Summary: After 20 years and other marriages, the Frasers renew their wedding vows.
NOTES: Feel free to use the dinner post as a place to top level if the pre-party doesn't suit your needs! Social interaction with each other encouraged!
The Story:
[ When they'd first married, Claire was hung over. Incredibly so, because she couldn't possibly fathom a life where she was tethered to this red-headed giant of a Scotsman for her duration in the 18th century. Even if he was potentially saving her life with the backing of his clan. The mere idea of being the wife of someone when she already belonged to another 200 years in the future was dizzying, though she couldn't say the alcohol had helped anything.
So much changes in such a small amount of time. Back through the stones she went, leaving her husband to die, going to another who only ever wanted a second go of things, to raise a child, even another man's because he couldn't have his own. Frank Randall, for all intents and purposes, did his job well. He provided for both Claire and later, Brianna. He supported her when she went to medical school and Claire repaid him by never, not once, being able to let go of Jamie. Frank was her first husband, but he wasn't the love of her life. She knew it. He knew it. When he died she had regrets, mostly that he would never know how grateful she was that he loved Bree so fiercely when just looking at her had to be painful on the nights he and Claire fought the hardest. But if there was one thing he never wavered in, not once, it was being a father.
Back through the stones with twenty years between she and Jamie was daunting. What if he'd loved another? What if he'd convinced himself it was all an elaborate dream or concoction or any other number of things?
What if he had an entire family without her?
Her biggest fears were allayed the moment she stood bare in front of him for the first time again in so long, but the worst fear was true. He was married, he'd lied to her about that. But he wasn't in love and she had to accept it. Not easily, and not without so many doubts that she was wrong to return to him. After all, he must have imagined that with a ready and willing husband in Frank, there must have been an abundance of love. It took time and healing, adventure and peril, and now, in Wonderland, she can't say this doesn't feel right. To marry him all over again, to renew the vows she only half remembers muttering back to him the first time.
Her Scottish Gaelic is much better this go around, and she doesn't swoon at the cutting of their wrists as she repeats the words in a smoother tongue. "Blood, of my blood," she begins, then kisses him softly when all is said and done. She takes the time to hug both Benjamin and Caleb thanking them each for bearing witness before it's time to dress for a dinner that's already handsomely laid out and waiting for guests. ]
Where: Claire and Jamie's room.
When: The evening of 2-7
Rating: PG-13ish perhaps? Drinking and fesitivies and Jamie and Claire being, well, themselves in the end.
Summary: After 20 years and other marriages, the Frasers renew their wedding vows.
NOTES: Feel free to use the dinner post as a place to top level if the pre-party doesn't suit your needs! Social interaction with each other encouraged!
The Story:
[ When they'd first married, Claire was hung over. Incredibly so, because she couldn't possibly fathom a life where she was tethered to this red-headed giant of a Scotsman for her duration in the 18th century. Even if he was potentially saving her life with the backing of his clan. The mere idea of being the wife of someone when she already belonged to another 200 years in the future was dizzying, though she couldn't say the alcohol had helped anything.
So much changes in such a small amount of time. Back through the stones she went, leaving her husband to die, going to another who only ever wanted a second go of things, to raise a child, even another man's because he couldn't have his own. Frank Randall, for all intents and purposes, did his job well. He provided for both Claire and later, Brianna. He supported her when she went to medical school and Claire repaid him by never, not once, being able to let go of Jamie. Frank was her first husband, but he wasn't the love of her life. She knew it. He knew it. When he died she had regrets, mostly that he would never know how grateful she was that he loved Bree so fiercely when just looking at her had to be painful on the nights he and Claire fought the hardest. But if there was one thing he never wavered in, not once, it was being a father.
Back through the stones with twenty years between she and Jamie was daunting. What if he'd loved another? What if he'd convinced himself it was all an elaborate dream or concoction or any other number of things?
What if he had an entire family without her?
Her biggest fears were allayed the moment she stood bare in front of him for the first time again in so long, but the worst fear was true. He was married, he'd lied to her about that. But he wasn't in love and she had to accept it. Not easily, and not without so many doubts that she was wrong to return to him. After all, he must have imagined that with a ready and willing husband in Frank, there must have been an abundance of love. It took time and healing, adventure and peril, and now, in Wonderland, she can't say this doesn't feel right. To marry him all over again, to renew the vows she only half remembers muttering back to him the first time.
Her Scottish Gaelic is much better this go around, and she doesn't swoon at the cutting of their wrists as she repeats the words in a smoother tongue. "Blood, of my blood," she begins, then kisses him softly when all is said and done. She takes the time to hug both Benjamin and Caleb thanking them each for bearing witness before it's time to dress for a dinner that's already handsomely laid out and waiting for guests. ]