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

[notaroundme]

That seems fair. You won't have to worry about that happening again, though.

[She hadn't meant to surprise him, after all. But that was also in the past.]

[bigbad]

Glad to hear it. There are much better faces you could pick.

[notaroundme]

[Her smile is strange at that before she hooks a thumb over her shoulder.]

I'm going to go find Ric and make sure he hasn't...made a mess of himself again.

[She tilts her head to the side, though, before she actually goes anywhere.]

Spike, we're okay, right?

[bigbad]

Yeah, love. [He gives her a smile, and it's only a little bit strained. He means it, though. He's been ok with her the whole time. His only worries are that she's not ok with him. He'd understand if she weren't. He'd hate it, but he'd understand.

But if she's asking? She probably is, or wants to be at least.] Of course we're okay.

[notaroundme]

[Her smile is similar. Real, but a little sad.

She reaches out for his hand and gives it a gentle squeeze before she lets go.]

Good. I'm glad.