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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[witchwoman]

[Even when pulled back, Myri keeps her arms around his waist in a half hug.]

Me too.

[nosdacariad]

I promise you it'll happen. It's just... just a question of how long now.

[witchwoman]

Thank you. I know it will. I just hope it's soon.

[She just wants this to be over and assumes that she'll feel better once she knows he's dead.]

I don't blame any of you, though. I need you to know that.

[nosdacariad]

I don't remember saying I thought you did. The last thing I expected was for you to blame any of us, even if we did deserve it. That's just not you.

[witchwoman]

[She takes a breath to steady herself but it comes out shaky.]

Just not me. [Nevermind the choice of words, considering the doppelgänger situation.] I don't know if I'm that same person anymore, Mark. I don't know if I can be her again.

[nosdacariad]

What he did to you might have made you more willing to do what you have to do. But I don't think for a second that it's changed the way you feel about the people who do care about you. Not at the core.

[witchwoman]

I may need you to be sure for me for now. [But she trusts him with that.]

I keep trying to pretend like nothing's wrong. I think I'm bad at it. [sorry mark. She doesn't feel like she can unload these things on many people. Guess it's your day for unexpected honesty.]

Dance with me? I won't have to talk to strangers that way.

[nosdacariad]

Uh, yeah! Sure. Definitely. [ he offers her his arm all classy-like ]

[witchwoman]

[Her hand slips through to hold onto his arm, walking with him out to the dance floor. Once they've found a spot, she turns to face him and seems eerily comfortable, considering how uneasy she's been (dance nat 20).]

You know- this is the first wedding I've been to. [She didn't have friends before. And witchwoman don't really do the marriage thing usually.]

[nosdacariad]

[ yeah well with his dance check of 6, she's the only one being graceful around here. which is funny, because he's usually pretty good at this shit. he seems more than a little distracted in his head. ] Is it?

It's the first I've been to since I joined the Knights, at least.

[witchwoman]

[She nods, making up for his missteps or at least not minding when he's not super graceful.]

I never stayed in one town long enough before I came through the Veil. [She pauses to study his face, noticing that distraction.] What's wrong? I hope you're not still worried about what happened to me. It's better to just think of something else for tonight at least. I don't want to cloud Vi's day with all that.

[nosdacariad]

I guess I'm just... having a hard time finding something else to think about.

[witchwoman]

Should I go find some ice cream for us to share? [It's just a ritual by now.]

[nosdacariad]

I'm not sure this is the kind of thing ice cream can help.

[witchwoman]

[The small smile she managed to put on for the offer falls as he dismisses it.]

I know. [her voice is small, defeated.] I just want to feel normal again.

[nosdacariad]

I hear that. But you know... You can pretend, and pretend, and pretend that everything's normal, and convince yourself that it is, build up an entire belief for yourself of what your life is like, of who you are, this whole big dream--

But it can blow over in just an instant. And at the bottom of it all, nothing's ever going to be normal again. And maybe we need to just... stop pretending.

[witchwoman]

[Her steps slow until she's fully stopped.]

I-- [She doesn't know what to say to that, honestly. Everyone's been trying to tell her that it would all be alright. And she agreed with them because that was easier. But the thing is? Mark's the first person who had something to say about all of this that she actually believes.]

[nosdacariad]

I'm sorry, Myri. I ... shouldn't have said anything.

[witchwoman]

No... No, Mark- Don't ever apologize for that. You're right. We shouldn't bother trying to pretend. It doesn't solve anything. And I'm not... I'm not okay. [Wow that feels actually really good to say.] I may never be. But I'm here and I'm breathing- that's more than I expected.

[nosdacariad]

[ ♬ keep breathing - ingrid michaelson

he moves to wrap his arms around her. ] Seems like the part worth focusing on.

[witchwoman]

[Know what' makes everything better? Mark hugs.]

Can you promise me something? [The words may be a little muffled because she sure isn't moving out of this hug.]

Don't do that again. Don't...avoid me because you don't know what to say or what to do. It's worse to not have you there at all.

[nosdacariad]

I'm sorry, Myri. I'm... working on it. Avoiding things has-- I guess it's become what I'm used to doing. But that doesn't make it the right thing to do.

[witchwoman]

Running was all I knew before I joined the knights. We can learn to be better. [She tilts her face up to get a better look at him.]

I don't want you to ever feel like you can't talk to me.

[nosdacariad]

That goes two ways, alright? [ and he knucks at her chin ]

[witchwoman]

[She manages a small smile.] Of course. I've never felt like there was anything I needed to hide from you, Mark.