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For Multiamory March 2024 I'm writing original fiction. It's about... how do I put this... how I feel Sedoretu would work in a society like the one we live in in 2024. I haven't decided if this is our world or a more generic world that follows the rules that Ursula le Guin put forth in her stories about the planet O; maybe that'll come to me while I write. The main storyline will be about three people who lost one of their spouses in the recent past, and how they go about finding a fourth.
More information about what a Sedoretu is here.
(This particular one is set during the group's wedding, so it's before their loss.)
March 1st: Kiss.
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Their ceremony had been quite small. Shirya remembered that none of them had wanted a big party. It was Kris that had summed it up best: "We've been together for years, you know. I don't think putting ourselves in debt is going to make us any more together."
She supposed that they were right. Kris had been with Marcus and Rich long before Rich had introduced her to them. They would've been a full Sedoretu long before now if the laws had allowed it. Kris liked to joke that their long years of holding signs and calling representatives had finally paid off, and now they could finally be a proper wife - not that they would've minded being a husband, but that just wasn't how things had turned out.
Only a few people had been invited, mostly just so they had someone to eat the cake. Shirya had said she'd bake something herself to save money - she wasn't specialized as a baker but she knew a little something - but Rich and Marcus had insisted that she wasn't going to work for her own wedding ceremony. They'd agreed on two cakes frosted together in the traditional style, one vanilla and one chocolate; if they wanted a complicated cake, Shirya could always bake one later.
Privately, she'd wished that there had been more people invited. She kept looking over at the mostly-empty cluster of chairs where the Morning Wife's family was meant to sit, and seeing only one chair filled. She'd asked her best friend from work to come, not able to bear not having anyone there for her... not that they weren't all there for her, in some extent. The ceremonial combination of the four groups into one hadn't happened yet. But with her family refusing to acknowledge her marriage outside of the arrangements they'd made for her... she just hadn't wanted to be alone. She already knew that the other families pitied her. They didn't say it, but the look in their eyes was enough.
It was Rich who had noticed that she was unhappy; it was always Rich, the two of them were emotionally in tune in a way she'd never experienced before she'd met them. After she'd kissed her new husband and wife, Rich had pulled her into a tight hug, his lips near her ear. "It's going to be all right," he'd said. "We'll win them over sooner or later. You'll see."
"Thank you," she'd whispered back. She closed her eyes, only briefly seeing Kris and Marcus beside them, arms slung around each other's shoulders; they were so happy, and she didn't want them to see what Rich had always seen. Her family, especially her mother... they were so stubborn. She knew they hadn't spoken to her cousin since he'd decided to go non-traditional, and that had been nearly ten years ago. Still, she'd let herself relax, because she'd wanted so badly to believe that Rich really could find some way to change their minds.
More information about what a Sedoretu is here.
(This particular one is set during the group's wedding, so it's before their loss.)
March 1st: Kiss.
---
Their ceremony had been quite small. Shirya remembered that none of them had wanted a big party. It was Kris that had summed it up best: "We've been together for years, you know. I don't think putting ourselves in debt is going to make us any more together."
She supposed that they were right. Kris had been with Marcus and Rich long before Rich had introduced her to them. They would've been a full Sedoretu long before now if the laws had allowed it. Kris liked to joke that their long years of holding signs and calling representatives had finally paid off, and now they could finally be a proper wife - not that they would've minded being a husband, but that just wasn't how things had turned out.
Only a few people had been invited, mostly just so they had someone to eat the cake. Shirya had said she'd bake something herself to save money - she wasn't specialized as a baker but she knew a little something - but Rich and Marcus had insisted that she wasn't going to work for her own wedding ceremony. They'd agreed on two cakes frosted together in the traditional style, one vanilla and one chocolate; if they wanted a complicated cake, Shirya could always bake one later.
Privately, she'd wished that there had been more people invited. She kept looking over at the mostly-empty cluster of chairs where the Morning Wife's family was meant to sit, and seeing only one chair filled. She'd asked her best friend from work to come, not able to bear not having anyone there for her... not that they weren't all there for her, in some extent. The ceremonial combination of the four groups into one hadn't happened yet. But with her family refusing to acknowledge her marriage outside of the arrangements they'd made for her... she just hadn't wanted to be alone. She already knew that the other families pitied her. They didn't say it, but the look in their eyes was enough.
It was Rich who had noticed that she was unhappy; it was always Rich, the two of them were emotionally in tune in a way she'd never experienced before she'd met them. After she'd kissed her new husband and wife, Rich had pulled her into a tight hug, his lips near her ear. "It's going to be all right," he'd said. "We'll win them over sooner or later. You'll see."
"Thank you," she'd whispered back. She closed her eyes, only briefly seeing Kris and Marcus beside them, arms slung around each other's shoulders; they were so happy, and she didn't want them to see what Rich had always seen. Her family, especially her mother... they were so stubborn. She knew they hadn't spoken to her cousin since he'd decided to go non-traditional, and that had been nearly ten years ago. Still, she'd let herself relax, because she'd wanted so badly to believe that Rich really could find some way to change their minds.
