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

lissa | open

[lastdragomir]

[ she'd sat in the back during the wedding, big floppy hat and huge sunglasses keeping most of the sun off her face, ten gallons of sunscreen trying to protect her delicate skin. but myri has always been sweet to her -- dragon's light solidarity -- and lissa is a sucker for romance, she wasn't going to miss it.

once in the palace, the hat and sunglasses are abandoned. lissa does, however, keep close to her boyfriend because why wouldn't she? gonna make him dance so many slow dances. she feels slightly awkward but between a brief over the phone pep talk with sweets, faye and max's nearby proximity, and, thankfully, an anti-depressant that she and sweets and a medical doctor sorted out, she feels solid in her decision to attend the party. her magic is squashed, but that's something she can deal with later.

oh look, champagne. ]

[reallywicked]

[Faye finds Lissa when she is sans-boyfriend because she doesn't want to deal with that shit. But she has drinks. Strong drinks. And look at her sharing! She approaches and hands off a glass to Lissa.]

I don't get weddings.

[lastdragomir]

There isn't much to get. Joy, happiness, love.

[ she takes a sip and coughs. ] What is this?

[reallywicked]

Something that will get us fucked up enough to get through this. [One might wonder why she bothered to come at all. She was actually having a decent time. Until she saw Alex.]

[lastdragomir]

[ lissa doesn't need anything to get through, still on a romance high, but she is a little tense, for reasons, so she takes another small sip. and promptly makes a face. if it weren't for solidarity, she would be drinking water. ]

You could have at least picked something that tastes good.

[reallywicked]

You get used to it. [She shrugs and takes another drink.]

So how are you doing? With Rose here and everything.

[lastdragomir]

I'm fine. [ she's not, but she lies well enough (bluff 18), taking another sip and managing not to make a face this time. the truth is that she is super uncomfortable, knowing rose could just pop into her head whenever she wants makes lissa feel impossibly exposed all the time, but having max and faye around is helpful beyond belief. she can deal with being in the same vicinity as rose in order to celebrate myri's love. ]

[reallywicked]

You're so not. [Barely squeaks by with a sense motive of 19. Faye isn't really the right person to get all touchy feely about it, but she doesn't like Lissa being upset.] I'm guessing you're not interested in me setting anything on fire.

[lastdragomir]

Please don't. I'm not sure fire would be appreciated here. Maybe later, a bonfire on the beach.

[ /redirects faye's firestarter inclinations to nice things. ]

[reallywicked]

Sure, why not. [She actually loves that idea but it's not cool to get excited about things okay.]

[lastdragomir]

[ she looks like she wants to ask a question, but her delicate sensibilities but... ]

Who's your date?

[reallywicked]

Huh? [Oh. Right. She almost forgot.] His name's Jordan.

[lastdragomir]

He's handsome. [ that's literally all she knows about him. a+ ]

[necessaryevil]

[ max and dressing up lmao

he's wearing his usual combo, old leather jacket and all. i don't know what anyone expected, really. ] You look great tonight.

Not just the dress.

[lastdragomir]

[ she ain't even fussed, tipping her head to lean against his shoulder as a smile crosses her features. ]

You might be somewhat biased. [ so modest. ]

[necessaryevil]

I prefer the term 'expert'.

[lastdragomir]

Now you're just gloating. [ but look, she doesn't mind. she likes someone being an expert in lissa. leaning up, she kisses him softly. romance is in the air, okay. ] Dance with me.

[necessaryevil]

You're painfully dedicated to this task of embarrassing me, aren't you? ][ it's far from a no tho. let's go~ ]

[lastdragomir]

I prefer to think of it as sharing my interests. [ weee on the dance floor she drags him. ]

[necessaryevil]

It's your funeral. [ maybe literally. his dance check was a ... 7

/runs into ... waiter... ]

[lastdragomir]

[ whoops! her face twists in worry, before she tugs him out of the way of the waiter, murmuring a light apology. ]

You're not getting out of dancing with me that easily, Max. [ so stubborn, but her dance is a 22, she can do all of the work. ] I'll lead while you get your sea legs.

[ AND IN CASE HE STILL WANTS TO SAY NO, she loops her arms around his neck, mouth turning down in a pout. (diplomacy 20 total) ] Please?

[necessaryevil]

That's not fair, you know. [ oh fine. he'll... follow along lmao ]

[lastdragomir]

I never said I would play fair. [ she's happy as a clam for getting her way and because she's dancing with max which means she's all up in max's grill which is her favorite place to be. ]

[necessaryevil]

So how are you feeling? [ #obsessivelyworries nbd ]

[lastdragomir]

I'm fine. [ she smiles slightly in reassurance, but apparently finds it really hard to lie to max because haha no, it does not look very reassuring. ] I... I think about it more, when she's nearby, that I don't ever have privacy. That she's there, all of the time, whether I want it or not.