I'm putting this up here 'cause I'd really like some feedback on these characters. Also, to see how receptive you guys would be of this story, since I've got some interesting ideas for its~

A quiet hum permeated the church grounds. People milling around outside were unaware of the ceremony taking place within the sacred building, but nonetheless they felt the impact of the moment, and a scant few spoke above a whisper as they passed the ornate double doors that fed into the chapel.

Inside, a hush had long since fallen over the droves of eager personages that filled the space. They sat pin-straight in the long, lacquered pews, legs crossed, hands folded neatly in their laps. Their beaming faces were trained explicitly on the scene taking place just before the altar, where a couple stood beneath an arch of roses, hands clasped together, listening to the man in white robes voice the conditions of their holy matrimony.

"...If anyone should have a reason for these two not to be wed, speak now or forever hold you peace."

A few heads turned, as though expecting some forlorn lover from the past to burst from his seat and declare his undying adoration for the darling bride (the same could not be said of the groom, and it was clear they thought he was lucky to have met this girl in the first place). No such thing happened, obviously, and after a moment those same heads returned to watching the young couple.

Then, someone coughed.

"Maaan, I was hopin' I wouldn't have to do this," a smooth voice sighed, drifting down from the crossbeams that supported the chapel's roof. Heads snapped up instantly to track the voice's owner as he continued, "Just my luck, I suppose. Can't say I was expecting this, though, Wisteria. Yer really gettin' married to this schmuck?"

The groom frowned as his slitted eyes finally located the man nestled in the rafters above. He was crouched with his back to a support beam, one leg hugged to his chest, the other dangling free and swinging in time with a beat no one else could hear. Who the hell was this? And why did he know his bride's name? With that tone to his voice, how familiarly he spoke to Wisteria... he couldn't be sure.

"Wis--"

"Vesper!"

The wedding crasher's lips flickering into an unholy grin as he shifted positions, twisting round and pulling his feet together. He dropped his chin into his hand, elbow on his knee. High up as he was, he held no fear for the fall, and if by some chance he slipped and took an unfortunate tumble, he suspected a savior would rise and come to his aid.

"Ya chose correctly, lass," he said cheerily, to which the woman - Wisteria - clapped excitedly, and in a heartbeat she'd torn off her veil, kicked away from her heels, and was in the process of gathering up her rather lengthy pearl-embroidered train. "Now, now, don't rush on my account. We've got some time."

"Does this mean what I think it means?" Wisteria asked, briefly scowling down at her magnificent white dress and cursing its entrapping design as she shuffled down the aisle, bare-footed and tripping every few steps over the folds of her skirt. "Has the oh-so great Vesper decided to settle down after all?"

"Settle down? No, no, 'course not. Just needed a friendly face for my next job."

"Oh? Been demoted to friend, have I?"

"Well I can hardly call ya anything else, can I? Not when I'm not the only one who has a say."

"Hm, that's true enough. I'll have to have a chat with Val about that..."

"So, ya going to tell me about yer new beau?"

Wisteria blinked, evidently baffled. "Him? He's no one. Father said I should get married, and since you were, shall we say, unavailable" - Vesper's laugh echoed obnoxiously in the natural reticence of the church - "I found someone who was. Simple as that."

"Oh, don't go saying that when he's right there! Poor guy, yer crushing his wittle heart, Wist!"

"Like you did to me, Vespy?"

"Ya sure do like t' hold yer grudges, don'tcha?"

This spirited back and forth continued as Wisteria backtracked down the aisle, interrupted occasionally as she swore heartily over the matter of her conflicting state of dress and Vesper guffawed accordingly. All the while, the crowd of mixed families stared after them with glazed eyes and unhooked jaws. Even the groom was speechless, rooted to his spot beside the pastor. Quite a shame he couldn't run after his beloved, but it was doubtful his protests would have accomplished anything substantial, so perhaps sparing him the heartache with a clean break was best.