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

Faye | pouting behind a bush somewhere | probably a single thread

[reallywicked]

[Faye doesn't cry. She doesn't. Except when she does it out of anger over stupid guys...making out with other guys while they are supposed to be out with her. She feels like an idiot. And she can't even tell Lila because she'll just have to deal with all the "I told you he doesn't date" crap and that's not going to help right now.

She presses her hands firmly to her face, like that's going to just reverse the tears mid stream.]

Stupid.

[The situation? Alex? Herself? Who fucking knows]

[ambitionist]

[despite being so good at spotting faye leaving, he now ... has completely lost sight of her hiding in the bushes. (spot 4) so he's calling out for her like a lost cat.] Faye? Faye, are you over here?

[reallywicked]

Oh god. [Yes she said it out loud and yes she is moving away from him. Nope nope nope.]

[ambitionist]

[laughing bc he got a LISTEN CRIT FAIL to follow the sound of her voice. he's looking in some completely different bush. dumbass.] Come on, talk to me.

[reallywicked]

[Slumped against a tree or something idk. She calls back, bitterly.]

What's there to talk about?

[ambitionist]

[well now he has a listen 4 to match his spot. he is helen keller tonight jfc.] What's with the dramatic flounce?

[reallywicked]

You ditched me to make out with a guy on the dance floor. Sorry if I didn't feel like sticking around for the main event.

[ambitionist]

We were just having a dance. He kissed me, I got into it. He wasn't trying to give me a hand job under the table, unlike some people I can recall.

[reallywicked]

[Shut up. Don't make jokes. Don't make her want to smile and play it off. Ugh.]

You're an asshole. [She's fussing to wipe away tears and trying to salvage her makeup.]

[ambitionist]

I never claimed to be anything else. I usually don't apologize for shit like that, but I'm making an exception just this once.

[reallywicked]

You haven't apologized. [Oh hi. She turns and appears right in front of him, arms crossed over her chest.]

[ambitionist]

I'm about to. [MAYBE HE WANTED TO ACTUALLY SEE HER FIRST.] Sorry.

[reallywicked]

[She's quiet for a few moments, like she's debating how she wants to respond. Eventually, she takes a step closer, arms still wrapped around her. She doesn't like this feeling, doesn't like that part of her is willing to drop it (because when does she ever drop things really???). She wants to want to be mad and tell him to fuck off. She wants to want to set his clothes on fire while he's still in them. But she doesn't want that. She just wants him to look at her and talk to her and smile at her when she says something sarcastic.]

You're still an asshole.

[But her tone is already starting to lift.]

[imgonnadie]

[ once faye is back and idk alex has gone to pee or some shit (i'm super good at this), sean excuses himself from faith and wanders over. ]

Wanna dance?

[reallywicked]

[Faye's spirits seems to have improved since her flounce earlier, so when Sean shows up, she just glances over, her mouth turned up into a small smile.]

Sure. Why not?

[imgonnadie]

[ he grabs her hand and drags her on to the dance floor, looping his arms around her waist. (dance 16) HE IS NOT THAT NERVOUS KID FROM LAST YEAR. he can hold his own with faye now. it helps that he's gotten used to these modern times. ]

What was that all about, earlier?

[reallywicked]

[Apparently his question gets under her skin because she can't find the rhythm to save her life (dance 6 jfc).]

Nothing. [She's lucky she's good at lying her pretty face off (bluff 22).]

[imgonnadie]

[ sean is a tiny little empath, i guess, because he knows what's up. (sense motive 23) but he doesn't say anything, just pulls her a little closer and kisses her cheek. ] Okay then.

[reallywicked]

[She tenses a little at the kiss.]

You're a glutton for punishment, aren't you? [She has not idea why Sean would want to hang around her tbh.]

[imgonnadie]

I think we established that when I crashed into the roof. [ bleeding out of the ears, remember???? ] You're nicer than the roof and much better company.

[reallywicked]

I'm glad that I'm more enjoyable than busting your head open. You're a charmer, aren't you?

[imgonnadie]

I am. [ he's endearing, faye. gosh. (cha 21) he gives her a friendly smile. ] I don't know why you think dancing with you is a punishment.

[reallywicked]

[Oh my god she crit failed her will save. Her face suddenly feels very warm. Girl is blushing. Stahp. She just looks away, laughing and wondering what the fuck is wrong with her.]

Probably something to do with the fact that I'm a raging bitch most of the time?

[imgonnadie]

Not to me. [ except that time you gave him a bb boner and he ran away. but even that wasn't bitchy. ] You're kind of a brat, but it's funny.

[reallywicked]

You're too dumb to be mean to. [And cute and sweet. Get out with your 60s charm, Sean.] And I'm not a brat. [Said with a little pout that sort of... proves his point.]