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.

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[fornicator]

Six foot four. [ he answers breezily, glancing around at their tiny bush sanctuary in amusement. ] Or thereabouts.

[graveflowers]

You're nearly a foot taller than me. [ you think she would be used to this, since finnick is rly tall and wynn is yao ming, but no. ]

Okay. [ she shakes out her shoulders. srs srs stuff now. ] As unlovable as Des tries to make himself, when I'm not pissed at him, I really love him and it's my duty, virtue of not having a filter, to say that my mom is queen of the underworld and if you hurt Des you'll get to meet her up close, in the living room. In the underworld. 'kay? Get it?

[ somehow this threat would be more threatening if vi could manage looking scary, which she doesn't. BUT STILL. DON'T HURT DES, HE DOES THAT FINE ON HIS OWN. ]

[fornicator]

[ his eyes glint with a spark of wickedly entertained light at the threat, but he keeps his smile level. he also... doesn't really look surprised by her claim of divine heritage, though whether that's because he believes her or not is hard to say. ]

Don't piss off Persephone. Got it. [ he tilts his head slightly, thoughtful. ]

I assure you, though, letting harm come to Des is the last thing I'd ever do.

[graveflowers]

Okay, good, 'cause he seems to have that covered all on his own. [ she nods curtly. sorted, one thing down, one to go. she seems slightly more reluctant to address this one though. just because that feeling was so strange, she's not sure she'll be able to verbalize it if he asks. ]

Do I know you?

[fornicator]

I don't think we've ever met before, no. [ he looks mildly intrigued for a moment, but then shrugs ] Maybe I just have one of those faces.

[ smirk ] ... That you want to slap. And/or find other uses for.

[graveflowers]

It's a very conflicted emotion and it's my wedding, you're not allowed to judge me if you're not going to kiss me, that's rude and not fair. I'm still deciding. It's not your face, I would remember your unfairly attractive face, I would have remembered proposing to your unfairly attractive face, that's not it.

[ grr. no. this is hard. ] There's something familiar about you. I don't know what it is, I just feel like I know you. Maybe not you -- [ she pokes his chest. ] -- but... you.

[ clears up so much. ]

[fornicator]

Not sure what to tell you, Princess. [ said in an endearing way, not a sarcastic one, ftr ] Must just be one of those things.

[graveflowers]

[ she huffs in annoyance. she doesn't want terms of endearment, she wants to figure out this weird feeling. ] It's never just one of those things. [ NOT IN FAILBOAT LIVES. most melodramatic sigh. ] Anyway, that was it, I just wanted to threaten you. Oh, and thank you for coming. So, thanks. You can go back to your boyfriend now.

[fornicator]

I thought I was still under contract for a dance. Or is that something I have to look forward to later?

[graveflowers]

Nah, you're free for now. Leave your dance card free for Des, maybe dancing with you will make him stop harping on about his miracle cure for me. [ one can only hope. ]

[fornicator]

If he's trying to help you out, there's usually something to his plan, no matter how harebrained it might sound. Take my advice. Listen to him.

[ he smirks in the direction of the table ] And maybe I'll take yours. Although getting Des to dance might be the harder chore.

[graveflowers]

Yeah. [ what she's half-heartedly agreeing with is unknown. his choice. either way it's not very enthused and so she waves her hands like shoo, go on, get. ] Go get 'em, tiger.