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

[witchwoman]

I thought I lost you. I guess part of me keeps thinking it's all just a trick. Like it was before.

[This really isn't the time or place to have a PTSD moment. Whoops. At least she's not crying.]

[65]

[his mouth quirks downward in a frown, but that's all. he pulls her closer. myri can feel however she needs to feel, tbh. let it all out.] Maybe we should ... develop some kind of code. Or a trick, something. Something only we would know. So if you ever start to doubt that I'm me, I can prove to you that I am.

[witchwoman]

[She knows that won't work. Doppelgängers can read minds. But the fact that he's trying, offering a solution, that's what helps make her feel better. She gives him a small smile.]

What would we do?

[65]

I don't know yet. I was just trying to offer an idea.

[witchwoman]

Hmmm. Would you sing to me? Just for me. [She's not trying to remind him of his pop star life but oh she did like it when he sang. Number one fan over here. ]

[65]

Okay. What do you want me to sing? [he doesn't mind. not if it's just for myri.]

[witchwoman]

I'm not sure. Anything would do. [Sob. They don't have a song bother should have a song dammit.]