knightsoflegend | wedding ♔ baby we've come a long way

♪ you are the best thing -- ray lamontagne

WHO || Lila & Sylar and invited guests
WHAT || Wedding & Reception
WHERE || Baglioni Hotel London, the Ballroom
WHEN || September 18, 2015; 4PM onwards [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam

The ballroom of the hotel is a study in elegance, which isn't surprising considering who the bride is, but perhaps more surprising are the personal touches and sheer sentimentality of the room. Circular tables are scattered on the edge of the dance floor, covered with ivory tablecloths, and while there isn't a seating chart, everyone invited can find a place card with their name scrawled on it so they can claim their spot at a table. Along with the simple centerpieces and floral arrangements, each table holds a different photo of Lila and Sylar, often times selfies, and a location that has some sentimental meaning. London, Nando's, New York, Chicago, Tahiti, Andres, etc. (The tiny table for two by the dessert table is labeled Oregon.)

Once they're presented to the guests, Lila and Sylar have their first dance, to get it out of the way and so no one can ruin it. After a dinner of steak, crab stuffed sole, creamed potatoes, and late summer vegetables, the DJ starts playing dance music and probably won't stop all night if we're being honest. Castle party music this is not. There is a brief pause to cut the cake and so Lila can inhale about twelve petit fours by herself, but it's party, party, party all night long. And, oh yeah, it's an open bar.

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You know that when you call me kid, I just want to call you old? [ she looks up at him, smile sweet. just sayin'. ]

Fine, fine, I won't call you kid. Myshka.

What's that? I don't speak Russian, isoveli. [ two can play that random foreign word game! ]

Edited 2015-10-18 05:43 (UTC)

It means little mouse. What's that?

[ mock affronted! ] I'm not a mouse!

You're small and cute and sneaky.

[ hmmm, she mulls this over for a minute before giving in. ] Okay. But only because it sounds nice.

Uh-huh. Now what were you calling me? You don't get off that easy.

[ she fidgets, dropping her voice, but looks up at him still. ] Brother.

Well, aren't you sweet. [he leans in to kiss her forehead.] Sestra.

[ that one is easy to figure out, not in part because abigail watches orphan black, so she ducks her head, hiding a smile. ]

[he smiles, too, but there's a sadness behind it, because calling her his sister just makes him think of his actual sister who looks just like her. that he can't see. :( soooo it's time to change the subject obvs.] You here with that one kid?

My boyfriend, you mean? Yes. And his name is Stiles. [ be nice, alexander. ]

He better be treating you right. Otherwise ... [he makes a fist with one hand and pounds it into his other hand making an open palm. yep he's gonna beat up lil 12-yo stiles.]

[ she laughs, amused. ] Shouldn't you be telling him that?

I'm getting to it.

I can take care of myself, you know. [ not that she's upset by his protectiveness, she's just mentioning. she might be a mouse, but she's a mighty mouse. ]