12-19-2018, 11:31 AM
Maurice didn't think too much when he put the ring onto his betrothed. It came all as a fuss and his mind was on how he hated being manipulated by the officers than anything else. But right now, as he acknowledged the boring mumbling of the officer, he had the spare time to sense around him.
there was a lot of people. some distanced chatters. His mom's scent was still there, standing not too far away from him. And then there were a few others around him - and he could again pick up the sweet one. He was drawn to that particular scent naturally. That was from someone near him and his heart pounded hard. What if... what if that wasn't coming from his omega? what if itw as another one within the crowd?! what if ... he'd found "the one" on his wedding - but sadly that wasn't who he would spend his life with?
Out of the confusion.. he decided to reach out. The omega that he had just put a ring on... was standing next to him. Somewhere, on his right. Maybe a few feet, maybe a few inches apart. He tentatively reach out, just moving his fingers wanting to feel the warm... and to his luck, he was right there. his fingers came in touch with something warm... he only need to reach down to clutch his hand again....
then all of a sudden the officials were there again. The long, boring speech was done and they were announced officially as "man and man" - at least they had the decency to recognise their primary gender - and then each was again "escorted" away, towards the backside where they'd each board a limousine to go to their honeymoon site - "courtesy" of the government.
The advantage of being from a rich family, the government had indeed treated them to a luxurious mansion. The place was nice, even by Maurice's standard. what he stepped on was thick Persian rugs, there was aromatic scent burning in the air, which to his annoyance, covered up everything and made it no longer possible for him to decipher the scent around him. He knew they were entering through the frotn door, still cameraed, as they were walking deliberately solemn steps.
He followed like a lifeless doll, robotically obeying whatever was told. There was no use fighting right now, he might as well comply - in essence, he was still a practical businessman. He ascended stairs, turned a few corners, before finally arriving at the master's bedroom. Then all he could do was sti and wait for the arrival of his "bride"...
there was a lot of people. some distanced chatters. His mom's scent was still there, standing not too far away from him. And then there were a few others around him - and he could again pick up the sweet one. He was drawn to that particular scent naturally. That was from someone near him and his heart pounded hard. What if... what if that wasn't coming from his omega? what if itw as another one within the crowd?! what if ... he'd found "the one" on his wedding - but sadly that wasn't who he would spend his life with?
Out of the confusion.. he decided to reach out. The omega that he had just put a ring on... was standing next to him. Somewhere, on his right. Maybe a few feet, maybe a few inches apart. He tentatively reach out, just moving his fingers wanting to feel the warm... and to his luck, he was right there. his fingers came in touch with something warm... he only need to reach down to clutch his hand again....
then all of a sudden the officials were there again. The long, boring speech was done and they were announced officially as "man and man" - at least they had the decency to recognise their primary gender - and then each was again "escorted" away, towards the backside where they'd each board a limousine to go to their honeymoon site - "courtesy" of the government.
The advantage of being from a rich family, the government had indeed treated them to a luxurious mansion. The place was nice, even by Maurice's standard. what he stepped on was thick Persian rugs, there was aromatic scent burning in the air, which to his annoyance, covered up everything and made it no longer possible for him to decipher the scent around him. He knew they were entering through the frotn door, still cameraed, as they were walking deliberately solemn steps.
He followed like a lifeless doll, robotically obeying whatever was told. There was no use fighting right now, he might as well comply - in essence, he was still a practical businessman. He ascended stairs, turned a few corners, before finally arriving at the master's bedroom. Then all he could do was sti and wait for the arrival of his "bride"...