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

[ironsides]

Wynn's been bending his ear day and night. He knows the nobility of Andres inside and out, and we're going to be contending with their politics, war or no war.

[druidisms]

At least we have Colin on our side. [ i'm so fucking glad i remembered he was andresian. ] Feels less like constantly going in blind.

[spellfile]

'Cept Colin ain't been on that island for years. Things change. People change. Relying on his intel won't do much for us except make us thing we know things we really don't know a damn about.

[druidisms]

Ever the optimist.

[technophobic]

Maybe if we'd taken the island years ago, this wouldn't be a problem.

[druidisms]

[ he glances back at wherever wynn is sitting before leaning forward slightly. ] Could we have, though? Ellison vanished without a fucking trace. [ gus only remembers this so vividly because it happened so close to his squiring, he fell into at just as chaotic a time as the newest squires, sans doppelgängers. ]

[ironsides]

Ay, it would not have been easy. Even then.

[druidisms]

Making armor for a nine months pregnant girl couldn't have been easy either. [ yep, just changing the subject, nbd. enough dreary shit, boys. ]

[ironsides]

Maybe to the unskilled.

[druidisms]

Such modesty.

[ironsides]

Modesty is for the young.

[druidisms]

Well. That's true. [ he pushes back his chair and stands. ] Ladies, my date is summoning me, so I'll leave you be.

[ /gus out. ]