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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wedding ceremony

[wynn]

[ wynn stands at the front, right beyond the arbor where luthir waits, dressed in a rich-looking blue and white ensemble of elvish design. francesca stands off to the side (as luthir's best... woman) with a small bouquet of flowers of her own to hold. there's an air of anticipation as they keep watch towards the far end of the garden, where vi will be coming from. luthir in particular is fixated in that direction, a slight, contented smile on his face as he waits. ]

wedding guests

[dragonsclaw]

[ a thread for the onlookers before (and during) the ceremony. feel free to consult the seating chart to see who you're sitting by, and make mini threads off from this one to have convos before things start, or to react to things during the wedding! ]

[graveflowers]

[ vi shifts nervously, worrying her bouquet between her fingers. she's not even nervous about the wedding, she is nervous about the walking. SHE IS OBVIOUSLY NOT GOOD AT THE WALKING. but she's barefoot, so maybe that will help. ] Okay, Myri. You go first. [ yep. gonna hyperventilate. she reaches out to adjust myri's flowers before lurching forward to grab her in a brief hug. ] Okay, I know I said go and then hugged you, but this time I mean go.

[witchwoman]

[Where Vi is a bundle of nerves, Myri seems excessively calm. She's learned that it's the best way to balance Vi out, or at least to try. The hug takes her a little by surprise.]

I'm going to go. But I need you to breathe. It's alright.

[And then she walks WITH RING IN HAND BECAUSE SHE DID NOT FORGET IT. Entering the room to see all of their friends waiting is a bit overwhelming. She hopes that Vi sees how much she is loved. She gives a warm smile to the familiar faces, making her way up to the front. When she reaches her spot at the front, she re-focus on the aisle, awaiting Vi to emerge.]

[graveflowers]

Psh, I'm totally breathing. See, breathing, existing. I'm a fucking champ. [ hahaha she's gonna pass out. deep breaths, deep breaths. she looks over to her left and holds out her free hand. ] Don't let me fall, okay? Please do not let me fall. That is your job.

[65]

[finnick takes her hand bc SURPRISE HE'S WALKING HER DOWN THE AISLE BITCHES.] Don't worry, I would never. I'll carry you up there if I have to.

[graveflowers]

That would be so dramatic... [ which sounds just like she's suddenly thinking about it. but she reins it in somehow. finnick is not going to dramatically carry her down the aisle. ] Okay, let's do this. [ with a firm nod, she squeezes his hand and off they trot. and she doesn't fall. it's a christmas miracle. and/or her surf god adonis best friend keeping her upright. or both. we just don't know.

when she looks up to see luthir, her footing falters and she clings a little tighter to finnick. he... may have a broken hand by the time they make it to the front. and if you've never seen vi anxious before, the cascade of wildflowers sprouting in the grass around her may come as a surprise.

BUT THEY MAKE IT TO THE END. sans falling. on a bed of wildflowers. almost as dramatic as being carried. ] Oh. I did it.

[nothingsodivine]

[ des is wearing the exact same thing he wore to the knighting ceremony, so he is painfully underdressed for a wedding. ask him if he cares. look at the hottie beside him.

...shouldn't that seat beside buffy have an italian in it by now. he keeps glancing that way with obvious concern. ]

[65]

[it's ok, he got a good fort save. his hand is fine. probably. and if it's not he's not gonna ruin vi's special day by crying out in pain. X(] You did. [and he gives her a quick hug before taking a step aside.]

[slay]

Stop it.

[ buffy finally hisses it over at him without turning her head. she knows what you're doing, des, and you're making her nervous and hyper-aware of the gap. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[YEAH, MAYBE YOU SHOULD BE NERVOUS. THIS TEAM DOESN'T HAVE A GOOD TRACK RECORD WITH PARTIES HERE LATELY, BUFFY ANNE.

He hisses back:]

You haven't heard from him?

[graveflowers]

[ like a little deer in headlights, vi wavers where finnick left her. hey luthir. hi. over there. where she is not. because she's having a minor panic attack at the moment.

no, fuck that. fuck bad dreams. no cold feet. she takes the last few steps forward toward luthir. ] Hi. Fancy meeting you here.

[slay]

I'm fairly certain I said stop it.

[ her head whips to the side and she shoots him a narrow look that masks considerable distress. not him too. ]

His plane was late, or he's trying to ask British people for directions to a secret castle in Italian, or—He's coming.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des is just gonna swing his focus over to the boyfriend over here. Hi, boyfriend. It's only for a second though, before he rubs his forehead.]

Please just let him be trying to make his hair extra fluffy for the occasion. I did not get enough sleep last night for this crap.

[notaroundme]

[Elena looks over at Buffy from just in front of her.]

He'll be here.

[Trying to be reassuring. Because holy shit they cannot have more bad news nope.]

[slay]

[ without even getting the chance to smile and thank elena for the optimism, buffy's expression blanches. ]

You too?

[luthir]

[ hahahahahaha let's take a moment to appreciate that luthir looks

fuckstruck.

like no he rolled a 5, he can't stop starin', it's adorable. he manages to find his voice at least, and gives her a private, warm smile. ]

I can't say I believe it was a coincidence.

[notaroundme]

[At the mention of not sleeping well last night, Elena is just going to...go still in her seat and put her eyes forward again, yep.]

[graveflowers]

[ once she's near luthir, she visibly relaxes, tension draining from her shoulders and her fingers unclenching from around the bouquet. oh, wait, she's supposed to not have that now. whoops. she leans back to pass it over to myri to hold. very important maid of honor duties = holding things. DO YOU HAVE THE RING, MYRI????

she shrugs though, like she's completely unconcerned (no really, the ring. do you have it.) and grins at her elf. ] Yeeeah, I sort of dragged you here. Can we get married now? Let's get married now.

[druidisms]

[ over in the conversation not up there, gus leans over to felicity and casually mentions: ] Well if she's pregnant, she doesn't look it yet.

[fornicator]

[ maybe i didn't have anything special to say, i just wanted to link how hot he looks.

also laughing at the url there.

anyway. zarad meets des' gaze and notices the concern there, adding: ] He's a celebrity. I don't exactly think they run on the same schedule as the rest of the world, whether they'd like to or not.

I'm sure it's fine.

[allmydreams]

[She turns and gives him a Look at that, before rolling her eyes.]

Not now.

[pathology]

[astrid overhears bc omg commentary is more interesting than this wedding rn (listen 15) and tries to contain a small snort of laughter.]

[chessing]

Harrison. [ it's said with a light, teasing tone of warning under jack's breath. BEHAVE. or something. ... he might be trying not to smile too. ]

[ex_ric243]

[Don't worry, Elena. Ric came prepared. He used to be a boyscout, remember? Wait, nevermind.

But he's got a flask of bourbon and after she goes stiff besides him, he just kind of casually offers it over to her.

A+ parenting right here. Look, some things called for exceptions. Weddings happened to be one of those.]