Landon Dalton
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Through the blanket of grey cloud the sky was bright and alive with the energy of a new day kicking. Birds sang in the trees and even the earth seemed a little softer under Landon's formally shoed feet. He smiled out across the landscape surrounding the hotel he had slept at overnight, and observed the land's beauty in every blade of every acre. Today was a very good day. Today he would at last be wedding the woman he had fallen so deeply and passionately in love with all those years ago.
Landon straightened up his dated suit, wondering if Lucy would find his attire too old-fashioned for their day of pure bliss. Still, she had tolerated his erratic behaviour all these years, so why should she feel otherwise? Landon's hand strayed to his cheek, feeling the freshly shaven skin, softened with wizarding elixar. He could only question if he had slathered his face and neck with too much aftershave, but he did not dwell for long. Somewhere behind him in the comfort of the spacious living room, the Dalton family were bustling about to make themselves look a little more appropriate for the day.
Deciding he should probably check on then, Landon headed back inside with a feeling of relaxation, which seemed a little strange under the circumstances. He rejoined his family, watching his mother wander in and out of the kitchen, preparing and serving breakfast to his little sister and father. Mr. Dalton had his head buried in the morning's newspaper and seemed unaware of the rush they were supposed to be in. He had half fixed his tie but had become distracted by one thing or another. Landon smiled and shook his head. "Morning, mum," he said happily, approaching her to peck her on the cheek and take a slice of toast from the freshly prepared pile.
Landon straightened up his dated suit, wondering if Lucy would find his attire too old-fashioned for their day of pure bliss. Still, she had tolerated his erratic behaviour all these years, so why should she feel otherwise? Landon's hand strayed to his cheek, feeling the freshly shaven skin, softened with wizarding elixar. He could only question if he had slathered his face and neck with too much aftershave, but he did not dwell for long. Somewhere behind him in the comfort of the spacious living room, the Dalton family were bustling about to make themselves look a little more appropriate for the day.
Deciding he should probably check on then, Landon headed back inside with a feeling of relaxation, which seemed a little strange under the circumstances. He rejoined his family, watching his mother wander in and out of the kitchen, preparing and serving breakfast to his little sister and father. Mr. Dalton had his head buried in the morning's newspaper and seemed unaware of the rush they were supposed to be in. He had half fixed his tie but had become distracted by one thing or another. Landon smiled and shook his head. "Morning, mum," he said happily, approaching her to peck her on the cheek and take a slice of toast from the freshly prepared pile.