wedding ♔ so let in the morning light and let the darkness fade away

[luthir]

♬ from this moment on- shania twain ft. bryan white

WHO || Vi, Luthir, Wynn, Jack, Myri, Finnick, Francesca, Val'drin, Spike, Dumage, Felicity, Gus, Astrid, Fred Jr., Kat, Gar, Buffy, Rafael, Elena, Alaric, Rose, Dimitri, Aedan, Dovan, Lan, Zero, Koraith, Mark, Dawn, Archer, Des, Zarad, Alex, Faith, Faye, Sean, Anastacia [closed]
WHAT || Vi and Luthir's wedding
WHERE || Chelsea Physic Garden, London
WHEN || June 6th, evening
HOW || Actionspam

Now officially Knighted, Vi exchanges her ceremonial armor for a wedding gown, and the guests head into London to gather at the Chelsea Physic Garden.  The evening is warm and clear, and the flowers in full bloom, chairs set up on the main lawn with name tags on them for people to find their seat.  Gentle Elvish music plays everyone in, and at the front of stands an arbor covered in wisteria.  It's a remarkably peaceful setting, enough to dispel further some of the grimness of the past few days and create an atmosphere of smiles and warmth.    It seems to reinforce what Luthir has been telling Vi all along: that maybe now more than ever, this is the sort of thing they need, in order to remember what they're all fighting for.

Comments

[pathology]

[SNORT. fred is so precious. her date who doesn't know he's her date.] Is that even real?

[allmydreams]

[ Felicity is looking pretty amazing herself (disguise 20 total) is there sipping her drink, and raises her eyebrows skeptically at Fred before she speaks. ]

I don't think Vi would let us down as far as food is concerned.

[ She has faith in her bestie, all the way. ]

[druidisms]

Oh Sunshine. I'm surprised we didn't get a barbecue. Or hippie vegan shit. [ he hates hippie vegan shit. even though he is a hippie... ]

[pathology]

Excuse you, I like vegan hippie shit. [she doesn't not eat meat, but she tends to avoid it. she's gonna be having french fry salad tonight tbh. mmmm.]

[druidisms]

[ he chuckles at astrid, throwing a fry across the table at her. oh he is so fond of this table. idk how he wound up with people he is genuinely fond of.

and spike. seriously who is spike? w/e not important. he edges his seat back. ] Who wants drinks? [ and by who, he means the female folk as he's not trying to get the d from any of the dicks at this table. sorry fred, on your own. ]

[postergirl]

[ dumage smiles demurely, rocking her 26 disguise check over there in an off the shoulder number. ] Well, I certainly wouldn't say no, darling.

[pathology]

Champagne is fine.

[allmydreams]

Me too.

[You know what she likes.]

[druidisms]

[ AND OFF HE TROTS TO GET HIS LADIES SOME BOOZE. ]