phenyxsnest:

is her brother. 😉

This continues directly from the end of chapter 78, A Demon and a Wedding, http://archiveofourown.org/works/2709113/chapters/19221721, so it may be helpful to revisit it.

A
refresher summary of A Demon and A Wedding: Dipper hadn’t been paying
much attention to Mizar’s soul, as Willow’s latest incarnation needed
him at the moment, and he continually felt pride and contentment from
Mizar. Then one day, he’s summoned to a cult devoted to him and finds
himself the unwilling groom for a wedding to reunite Alcor and Mizar.
(No, they didn’t get married.)

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The
church had cleared out rapidly after Dipper’s instructions to “Go,
party, celebrate. You did it, we’re reunited. Now leave us alone to
talk.”

The
priest had been almost dragged out by two of his helpers, and Dipper
could faintly hear him giving the occasional muddled protest or confused
lament.

Dipper hoped there was booze at that party, because he had the feeling that priest could use a stiff drink. Preferably several.

Especially
once he realized he’d been arguing with a demon, the demon he
supposedly worshiped, had set up an entire church around, in particular.

A little part of Dipper was almost sad to miss it.

“So,
um…you want to get out of that thing and talk?” he asked Mizar, who
was much more important than the chaos going down in the party, no
matter how attractive the chaos.

“I
actually kinda like it,” Mizar answered, a little shyly, but Dipper
figured she’d earned it. After all, she’d been raised to think she was
supposed to be marrying him today, and found a brother instead, and now
they had to talk to each other.

She
gave a little spin, showing off the dress, and giggled. “I feel
pretty,” she added. “Unless…unless it’s making you uncomfortable?” she
added, pausing in mid-spin.

“No,
no, it’s fine, you do look pretty,” Dipper said, scratching at the back
of his head, floating hat moving out of the way of his hand.

An
awkward silence fell over the hall until Dipper dropped down onto the
stairs and Mizar dropped down to join him, giggling as her skirts
fluffed up around her.

“So…”
she said finally, pleating a bit of her skirt between her fingers,
“I’m…your sister. It’s…kind of a switch. Since I was supposed to get
married today and all.”

She
looked at him out of the corner of her eye, still playing with the
fabric of her skirt. “Actually…I don’t really know that much about
you, besides what I got told. You know, the lore and all? But if they
were wrong about me being your destined wife…”

“Well I don’t really know you either,” Dipper said, playfully protesting. “I mean, each lifetime is its own personality.”

The hall went silent again, as both looked at each other, considering.

This
Mizar looked a bit like Mabel, with her brown hair and brown eyes, and
it made the situation all that much more disturbing. It was bad enough
when a Mizar thought they had to have a romantic or physical
relationship with him as it was, but when they looked so much like his
original sister…Dipper suppressed a shudder.

He
wondered just how many things he was going to have to talk her through
during this lifetime, how many false assumptions and pure wrong legends
he was going to have to work through to explain the truth.

At least she seemed pretty accepting of the whole ‘sister, not wife’ part.

…though,
on consideration, with how quickly she seemed to be switching, he may
have to talk to her about that later. He’d always felt pride coming from
her, but now that he was able to sit and think about it, maybe she
hadn’t been so into this marriage as she’d seemed.

This was awkward.

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