Monthly Bonus #6 - Character Q&A (Patreon)

Question for N: F joked that you’ve probably already got your entire wedding planned out — so humour us: what would your ideal wedding look like? Would it be meticulously planned down to the very last detail, or completely spontaneous and spur-of-the-moment?  

NATE

"I don't have it all planned out," he replies, waving a hand before folding his arms and clearing his throat. "Well, not entirely. Obviously, I would want my partner to have some say in how the day goes. It would be a celebration of our love, not just an excuse to show our exquisite taste."

There's a loud scoff from Morgan in the corner, which Nate studiously ignores.

He leans forward in his chair, his gaze misting over in wistful thought. "But I am thinking soft pastel palettes, soft and gentle. Imagine the wedding out of a fairytale. Perhaps in a glasshouse with stained windows, so the colours glow beautifully over the whole scene, drenching it in—"

"A modest, small affair then?" Farah cuts in with a grin.

Morgan snorts another sharp laugh.

Nate leans back in his chair, brushing down the non-existent creases in his jeans. "Well, at least I've thought of mine and wouldn't leave it until some last minute cobbled-together disaster."

Farah purses her lips.

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NAT

"I don't have it all planned out," she replies, waving a hand before folding her arms and clearing her throat. "Well, not entirely. Obviously, I would want my partner to have some say in how the day goes. It would be a celebration of our love, not just an excuse to show our exquisite taste."

There's a loud scoff from Mason in the corner, which Nat studiously ignores.

She leans forward in her chair, her gaze misting over in wistful thought. "But I am thinking soft pastel palettes, soft and gentle. Imagine the wedding out of a fairytale. Perhaps in a glasshouse with stained windows, so the colours glow beautifully over the whole scene, drenching it in—"

"A modest, small affair then?" Felix cuts in with a grin.

Mason snorts another sharp laugh.

Nat leans back in her chair, brushing down the non-existent creases in her jeans. "Well, at least I've thought of mine and wouldn't leave it until some last minute cobbled-together disaster."

Felix purses his lips.