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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I'm not that smart! One of my teachers fuckin' laughed about the astronaut shit. [wheee. so overdressed. so classy.]

Well, your teachers were shit. [ she flutters up to the counter like we'd like to order to go because she's not that much of a ho to leave for a sit down dinner. ]

Well, it was public school in Brooklyn, so ... [anyway. ordering food. getting kung pao chicken like always bc he's a picky lil bitch.]

[ she orders her usual of too much food for any one human being, and then orders some for sylar! fucking piglets. ] Boarding school wasn't much better.

[with thoughtful reminiscence while waiting for their food] I wasn't a bad student. Well, until I started cutting class all the time. But I was mostly Bs and Cs.

I was only there for one marking period but I'm pretty sure my dad won't be hanging that report card on the fridge anytime soon.

[ dimly she realizes this is the second time her father has lost his daughter for three years, except this time she's not coming back. ]