party ♔ love, you are my shelter and love, you are my home

[witchwoman]

[♪ brightly wound - eisley]

WHO || Erryone
WHAT || the wedding of Finnick Odair and Myrilandel de Tanos
WHERE || Andres Beach & Palace
WHEN || oct 23rd
HOW || actionapsm

Between the various members of the wedding party, everything comes together just in time for the big event. Within a few weeks' time, the day has finally arrived. Whether they've met or spoken to the bride and groom, the entire isle of Andres is invited to this event. Cool colors are prominent throughout the ceremony set up on the Andres coast. From the bridesmaids dresses to the flower arrangements to the beautiful blue sky and sea, it's a very calming atmosphere.

Once the ceremony is finished, everyone is invited to the reception, held at the Andres palace. There's food, drink, and music. Tables are available, but with such an open guest list, there's no assigned seating- other than the main table up front where the wedding party and their guests will sit last supper style.

Comments

elena gilbert ; ota

[doubletake]

[Elena's still in her bridesmaid's dress, and she knew how to make it look good (disguise 23), but she still looks mildly uncomfortable as she moves through the reception. A squire party is one thing, but being named maid of honor for Myri's wedding is something of a statement, and Elena knows it. Maybe she only meant it to be symbolic for her, but she doesn't want it to ruffle any feathers, and if anyone tries to ruin even the tiniest bit of Myri's day because of it, there will be hell to pay.

That said, Elena looks happy, and if you're going to catch her at a time where she's on her very best behavior, this is it.]

[nothingsodivine]

[After a certain period of time, Des comes over with two champagne flutes and offers one to her, because he's a bro like that.]

How're you doing? [because he knows, elena. HE KNOWS. mostly because he's been keeping an eye on the situation as best he can. #ElenaProtectionSquad.]

[doubletake]

You are a lifesaver.

[As she plucks that champagne out of his hand. She loves you long time.]

Ugh, am I that transparent? I'm losing my touch.

[nothingsodivine]

Only to me, but I'm a detective. [he smirks around his glass] The whole maid of honor thing is sort of a target on Myri's back for the nonbelievers. I figured you'd be pressed.

[doubletake]

I made sure it's what she wanted, but she doesn't need to do things like this for my benefit.

[She glances around the room, taking another sip of her drink.]

Showing up to a squiring party is one thing, but this? No one needs to be judging her. Especially not today.

[witchwoman]

[Myri knows that she's put Elena in a comolicated position, but she stands by her decision and still thinks it was the best choice she could have made.]

You look beautiful, you know.

[doubletake]

[She'll be fine, Myri, once she knows no one's going to take anything out on you.

It's all about you.]

Not as beautiful as you do.

[She leans in, gives her a kiss on the cheek.]

Congratulations.

[witchwoman]

[Grinning, she bounces on the balls of her feet a little.]

It still doesn't feel real. I keep expecting to wake up any minute.

[doubletake]

Well, it's about as real as it gets.

[She says with an equally pleased grin.]

Let me know what it's like when it sinks in.

[Elena's pretty sure she'll never be in Myri's position. Whoops.]

[lastdragomir]

[ everyone and their mom knows who elena is. lissa, however, recognizes her as rose's friend. yeah, she fucking knows who rose is friends with, okay. it's a defense mechanism to then avoid them in case rose shows up. (also knowledge: local gossip 21 lmao)

aca-awkward.

but this is a time of celebration and lissa approaches anyway, after she makes sure rose is busy elsewhere. shes somewhat apprehensive, but she places a smile on her face that has genuine warmth in it. you can do it, lissa. ]

You looked lovely.

[ nailed it. ]

[doubletake]

[Elena knows who you are too, Lissa. It seems like she's starting to collect everyone that Rose has hated or had falling outs with. Maybe because she joined that club.]

Thanks. [She gestures toward the other girl, completely aware that there's a very decent chance that Rose can see this conversation through Lissa's eyes.] I like your dress. I don't think I could pull that color off.

[lastdragomir]

[ it's probably because now they feel like they can actually talk to elena. lissa is also 100% aware rose could be spying, but lissa is so completely aware of that fact literally all of the time that she's stopped trying to adjust her life to suit. it's maddening to realize you never have privacy, ever, and that there is nothing you can do to stop it.

she smiles gratefully at elena's compliment, however. ] I'm sure you could, you'd just have to stay out of the sun for... [ glancing at elena's perfect tan. ] ...ever.

[doubletake]

[The corner of her mouth quirks up, amused.]

Well, changing my skin tone isn't all that hard, really.

[Watch her go from insanely pale back to her normal tan over the course of a couple of brief moments. It's...probably pretty creepy.]

But it would still be odd, right?

[allaboutme]

[ cordelia's lookin' fly as always in a short white dress, (disguise 22) as if she's completely oblivious to the fact that the wedding took place outdoors in october. cordelia only has the vaguest idea who you are, elena, because she showed up right before andres and the gossip was kind of stale by then sry 2 say.

that said, she notices elena's discomfort at one point, turning with a glass in her hand to survey her, with one hand on her hip. ] Don't tell me. Your ex is here. I know that look.

[doubletake]

[Nope, that's fine, she'll take it.

And run with this idea because it's a hell of a lot better than the actual legit truth.

It's not a lie, either, really.]

Not sure you could actually call him that, but close enough.

[allaboutme]

Casual one-night fling, huh? Say no more. [ a beat ] Actually, at least say who it was. I mean you can't leave me hanging here.

[killingtodeath]

[Stiles has no issues putting all the pieces together to figure out that the maid of honor is the long lost doppel-knight who may or may not be a traitor (gather information nat 20). But he doesn't really care. He's certainly not about to start trouble about it. It's just very interesting.

He heads over towards her, half dancing in a not super impressive way (perform 12). Basically your standard teenage boy bopping around as he moves towards her.]

Elena, right? I'm Stiles.

[doubletake]

[Oh goody, this outta be right.

At least he caught her on a day where she's not in any way trying to rustle up anything. Because honey, she only goes for boys that are way older than her. #canon

And he's either up to that or he wants to be edgy and talk to the traitor. Either one is no bueno.]

That's right. [She tilts her head, eyebrows raising.] I hope that's not with a 'y.'

[killingtodeath]

Definitely an "i" for me, but thanks for asking. It's short for Stilinski, which is my last name, but I actually remember my first name, so it's sort of both.

[He's just curious about her, wanting to meet her to actually interact with her as a person. She's just been this story he's heard.]

Awesome wedding, huh?

[daredtobelieve]

[Helen goes out of her way to find Elena once the reception has started, stepping over to the young woman and offering a warm smile.]

It's certainly nice to have something to celebrate around here. And you look quite lovely, dear.

[doubletake]

[Elena's expression seems to warm ever so slightly as Helen approaches her.]

As long as it's everything Myri wanted, that's what matters.

[She...doesn't really care if everyone else has fun beyond the fact that Myri wants them to.]

[daredtobelieve]

[Helen nods, smiling lightly.] Everything looks to have gone off without a hitch. And this reception is gorgeous. I'm quite impressed at how well it's all come together.

[isisagent]

[Archer swoops over, moving in fluid yet oddly stumbly motions, clearly several drinks under his belt.]

Well. This must be pretty awkward for you, huh? [He sounds amused, a good bit of drinking mixed with almost being blown to pieces a few days prior seems to have taken a lot of the snark out of him.]

I mean, isn't it a faux pas to look better than the bride on her wedding day? [Would you like a side of mixed signals, with your mixed signals? After grinning in amusement of himself he clears his throat, and puts a more gruff face on, remembering that he's still supposed to be angry at her. To be fair, he can't entirely remember where they left off last time, due to blood loss.]

[doubletake]

[Does she look tense? She probably looks tense. Archer, what are you doing to her?]

Not any more awkward than any of the other social settings I've shoved myself into.

[She's getting used to them, tbh. She gives him a sideways look, trying to hide the confusion broiling behind her eyes.]

I don't look better than Myri. She looks gorgeous.

[isisagent]

Yeah yeah, you know what I mean.

[Archer rolls his eyes.]

We uh... [He wobbles a bit, steadies, and takes a sip of his drink.] Can we talk? I'm... really having a hard time coming up with new passive-aggressive material. I don't know how Mother does it so naturally...