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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Don't tell Rose. She might get jealous.

Maybe at first, but then it'll occur to her there's no point in fighting destiny.

[said ever so dryly as he begins to nom on the delicious food on his plate.]

[ des said the d word, and dean's face screws up like he just bit into a lemon. ] 'Cept she knows as well as I do that whole destiny thing's a load of crap.

[des shoots him a pointed look.] It's a joke, Winchester. Nobody with any sense in their goddamned head believes in destiny.

You'd be surprised how many people wanna. [ he picks up a piece of shrimp and stares at it skeptically. ]

Why? Crock or not, when has anyone ever been handed a dedtiny and had a grand old time with it? All it means is a lifetime of living up to some bullshit ideals and probably breaking yourself in the process, folliwed by some friendly, life-affirming liberation from ever feeling like you can trust your own choices at worst or agonizing over them and how they fit into the schema of things at best.

[love you, buffy, but some of this Slayer stuff is whack.]

It's not exactly romantic.

[ ahahahahhaah des

shut up ]

... You sure can't dance to it.

Sure you can. You just don't get to pick the tune.

[he scrapes the sides of his plate.] Don't get me wrong-some of the gods who sing those songs ain't bad and probably don't mean anything by it, but we're piddly little mortals with enough pressure on us just to survive, much less carry that weight.

[scrape scrape.] Sorry. That's been eating at me. Got a friend who had the destiny thing tossed at her. It just never sat well with me.

Yeah? Who's that?

[he looks like he's debating something in his head..]I It doesn't matter. It's her business and I don't pretend to understand how she feels about it, much less what it even means to her. I don't have to like it for her, but it ain't my life or my choice, and even if it breaks her, she chose to be broken. And that's nasty business, but it's what she wanted, so what can you do?

Free will. It's a bitch of a thing, huh?

You ask me, I'm through with thinkin' about it too hard.

Yeah, I'm all for sticking to the happier wedding topics like domestic terrorism and poverty, myself.

[POINTED. LOOK.] That's sarcasm for "buck up, kid, it's a wedding." In case it slips by you. Are you always this sunshiney?

Someone's gotta make up for the bride doin' all this smiling. It's kinda creepy on her.

[Des glances over Lila's way.] Y'know, I thought I was getting Stepford vibes from that direction. She might not even be hiding a gun underneath that dress.

That Sylar's a goddamn miracle worker.

Love's fucking crazy sometimes.

Tell me about it. [ it's ok when other people use the L word. he's just too emotionally stunted to use it himself a+ ]

So are you and Rose ever gonna tie the knot? [because that's a question you ask people you barely know, Des.] I ask, 'cause for being a hardass, she seems like a dame who'd want the whole shebang one day.

[ HAHAHAHAHAHHAHHA HIS WILL SAVE

he looks like you just pulled the fucking rug out from under him in every way ] What?

[he just gives him a flat look.]

What what? It's a valid question. Unless knighthood was the only commitment you're gonna make. I wouldn't blame you. I wouldn't even make that one.

[ give him

a second

to swallow his alcohol. and tongue. ]

I really don't think she's... thinkin' about that. [ or he didn't. until this moment. wtf des. ]

She just struck me as the type who was big on old-fashioned values is all, and there's been a lot of weddings here lately. [he shrugs. whatever, dean. he was just asking.] It was a simple question. Don't have a heart attack.

Yeah, well, I think that's between me and her.

Oh, sure. Of course. Don't mind me. Complicated first meetings aside, I happen to just want Rose to be happy. Hell, I'd like that for everybody, but I realize some are greatly opposed to the idea.... or, more aptly, life has yet to give them a reason why they should bother.

[hah. he chuckles darkly.] I've been there. Only reason why I think I can speak on the subject with any kind of authority.

And maybe that makes me a romantic, but there are worse things to be and I've probably been all of them at one point.

I'm not gonna pretend to know your life, kid, but I do know that dead-eyed hardass look on your face. The kind that says you're looking for the exit ramp before you even get on the ride. It ain't no way to live.

That's not a preachy sermon about making an honest woman out of her before you ask. That's just some general advice. And next time when someone asks you if you're gonna get married, don't look like you swallowed a fork.

Edited (Stop eating half my fucking tag phone!!!!!!) 2015-11-01 19:10 (UTC)

[ dean just stares at him for a prolonged moment, his expression much more composed now, but he seems to be deciding what to make of that.

his answer, however, sounds entirely dismissive. ] If you say so, dude. You should start a hotline. [ he pops a piece of shrimp in his mouth and shakes his head, turning to go. ]

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