knightsoflegend | debriefing ♔ in the emptiness there's a solution

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debriefing ♔ in the emptiness there's a solution | just look within yourself for absolution

♬ locking up the sun- poets of the fall

WHO || Wynn, Buffy, Myri, Finnick, Spike, Gar, Archer, Des, Vi, Rafael, Fred Jr., Dumage, Mark, Rocket, open! [Closed]
WHAT || Andres Mission Debrief & Aftermath
WHERE || Knights HQ, lobby etc.
WHEN || September 18th [forward dated*]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.

There are plenty of missions that return to the castle a success - most of them, even. The defeated air of the solemn group that returns from their diplomatic mission to Andres Isle to hear the demands of dictator Dimitris Sarandis makes it quite clear that this wasn't one of those.

Starting with Sarandis' actual demands - for all Knights to withdraw from Andres under penalty of death, or for Wynn to offer his own head in return for Thomas' safe return - and ending with the unexpected, disturbing confession from Kat that she intended to stay behind on the island because she had "fallen in love with" the dictator, the events of the island made it very clear that Sarandis was cannily playing his hand to get the Knights where he wanted them.

Fred Jr. shoves open the doors with his unnatural strength, stalking in ahead of the group into the lobby. Whoever's on desk duty isn't going to have to roll a high wisdom check to see that these people are pissed... and distraught... and a myriad of other emotions on the bad end of the scale.

*I am changing the date of the briefing log and Andres log/live session to have taken place in September, to avoid us being in backdated hell forever, and to allow for a September squiring ceremony before apps are closed. Carry on... in the future!

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Is that so? Have some feedback for me, then? [He says it with a laugh, but they've probably had discussions like these before. Now that they've established so much in the way of open communication within their relationship, he's less nervous about if he can satisfy her. He'd rather just ask what he can do to make that happen.]

We could stop talking and you could just kiss me some more.

[How's that for feedback? :)]

[He smiles, small and knowing. Where that comment would have sent him bumbling earlier in the year, now he just tightens his arm around her to draw her closer so he can kiss her. There's no rushing in this. He'll take his time. Tomorrow's going to send everything straight to hell, so he'll enjoy having this now.]

I love you. [He says again, quietly against her lips.] Know you said to quit talking, but now that I've said it out loud, I sort of just want to keep on saying it.

[Her arms slip around his neck to pull him closer. This isn't even about sex, she just wants to keep him close for as long as she can.]

Well, I'm not going to stop you, because I sure as hell love hearing it.

Yeah? [He keeps on kissing her, trailing his lips across her jawline and down her neck, speaking in between each kiss.] I'll tell you. Every day. If you let me.

[And then he pulls back to look at her again, eyes full of all that love and adoration. And then something pops into his head and he shouldn't say it, but they're going to go to war and he's just got too many emotions to live right now.]

Marry me. [Well, that's what happens when you roll a 2 on a will save and the total is only 7. THESE ARE INSIDE THOUGHTS, ANDREW.]

[She stills out of surprise, and while it's clear that she isn't terrified by the words or anything, she sure wasn't expecting them.]

I----what?

[It's not that she doesn't want to hear them, or not even that she might not be ready.

She's still a succubus, no matter how happy they are right now, and they are words that she never, in her entire life, expected to hear.]

[It takes a good 10 seconds for Andrew to realize what he just said. But he doesn't panic. Even though her response isn't exactly what a guy dreams of hearing, he gets that he sprung this on her (and himself) without any warning or hint that it was coming at all.

And he gets it, gets why she would be surprised. He knows how she feels about he powers, how much she worries. He's spent a lot of time trying to understand the way she feels about this stuff so thank you dice, for recognizing that (wis 21).]

I don't mean right now. [It's not backpedaling, really. He's not trying to take it back. Because even if he didn't mean to say it? He meant it. Still does.] I don't even have a ring or anything. Not exactly a proper proposal, but... [He shifts to prop himself up on his elbow, looking down at her and just realizing- Wow, yes. Holy shit, he wants to marry this girl.]

I've never been this happy in my entire life. Been pretty fucking miserable for most of it. But you make me happy- and I think I make you happy too. So maybe it's something we can think about.

[She laughs, and it's probably...the happiest it's ever sounded, okay.]

Since when have I cared about anything being proper.

[Spur of the moment out of nowhere is her schtick, okay? She's not used to it happening to her instead.]

When we get back from the hellhole we're about to go to, I'll marry you in a heart beat.

Well, if you're not worried about being proper... [He gives her an exaggerated eyebrow waggle.] We could just run off and do it now before we go to the council. But I think Ella might-- No, she would definitely try out her best lightning spells on my balls.

Still tempting, though. [He rubs his hand slowly along the line of her spine, a little stunned that this is actually something that's really being talked about.]

Not to mention your brother.

[Probably. She doesn't know him that well. Ella she isn't going to argue with.]

I'm not the one with family here, Andrew. But I won't say no if you don't.

[It's weird to imagine his brother in relation to this sort of thing. Never in a thousand years did Andrew imagine he would be present with the opportunity to tell his brother he was getting married.

He's quiet for a moment, weighing the options. When he speaks, there's sort of a shake to his words- whether it's nerves or excitement is anyone's guess.]

The Irish are usually more interested in the after party than the actual ceremony. And lord knows we could throw a hell of a party once we're all back.

[He brings his hand to hers, threading their fingers and looking down at her.]

I'd really like to be your husband. Sooner the better.

[Her fingers thread easily through his, and her eyes meet his with a mix of love and the excitement of doing something crazy and impulsive.

It's also the easiest decision she's ever made.

She gives his hand a squeeze.]

Then let's do it.

[He grins at her and pulls her in to kiss her, because holy shit he's getting married. Like now. Right fucking now.

Well- after he puts pants on. And they find some sort of person to perform a very fast ceremony. Untangling from her, he gets out of bed to put some clothes on, but he stops once he gets his boxers back on.]

You're not picky about what religion we're married under, yeah? There might be a cleric in the chapel. Someone's bound to be praying before we all go marching into battle.

[He's got some slightly nicer clothes. He should probably put those on, maybe? Oh god what does he do? Is this really happening???]

[Yep. Right. Fucking. Now.

Guess she should probably get dressed too, huh? Nothing like getting married in black leather thigh high boots and a purple corset since her clothes are in the apartment she kept in the city. Anything she's left here in Andrew's room isn't going to be much 'nicer.']

I think the bigger problem will be finding one that will take me.

[She at least seems to find the humor in that.]

Hopefully they won't mind the interruption.

Might be rude for saying this. [He zips up his jeans (because w/e nicer clothes are for traditional couples and lol this is not traditional) and steps over towards reaching his hands for her waist, pulling her towards him with a dopey sort of smile.] But fuck 'em if they mind.

[She laughs brightly, because that was a bit of a role change for them, finishing adjusting the last of her clothes.]

It might be rude, but I'm sure they'll get over it.

[She leans in and kisses him against before she reaches down, taking one of the hands at her waist and threads her fingers through his before she turns and starts pulling him towards the door.]

Time to go bother a cleric.

[With another grin, Andrew follows, moving as fast as his very long legs will carry him until they make it to the castle chapel and take a look to see who is hanging out this time of night.]

Hello? Anyone home?

[ a toussled head pops up from one of the front pews, hand reaching up to push her messy curls back from her face, blinking blearily at the couple. ]

Yo. Hi.

[ a huge yawn refuses to be stifled behind her hand, but she tries anyway. she may or may not have been sleeping on the pew... she doesn't like her bed anymore, okay, it's too big for her. ] Did y'all need something?

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Hey!

[She gives the young woman a bright greeting, though she looks a little apologetic.]

Sorry if we woke you.

[See, Bo can be polite when she wants to be.]

Wait, I know you. [Andrew squints.]

You made me sunscreen once, yeah? You're a cleric?

Yeah. Sure. [ myri is a cleric, vi is... pretending. ] Vi. [ a beat. ] Is my name, I'm Vi. Reedhym.

Bo Dennis. [She motions to future hubby.] This is Andrew Gatewood.

We need just a quick favor.

[Well, probably quick.]

[Well, I tried to give Andrew a chance at an int check to remember Luthir's last name and sort of realize who Vi is but he rolled a 2 so even his int mod can't save him there. Sorry he's just really excited about his own life right now.]

Can you marry us? As in... now?

Uhhhh. [ she looks confused, but her head bobs in a nod. ] Sure.

[ demigod = totally qualified, right???? right. ]

Yeah, come on.

[Totally qualified, okay. Probably.

Bo squeezes his hand again excitedly and pulls him further inside after Vi.]

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