[Mini Event] I and love and you

REMI

Remi wanted to argue, to tell Ronin he hadn't had a chance to say how much before the ex-captain had died, but it didn't matter now. He was back. They were together. Their forever was upon them.

With a boyish and entirely shit-eating grin directed towards Amalia, the alchemist turned towards Ronin just as his husband moved forward to meet him. Sorely tempted to grab Ronin's ass (to be fair, it was one of the few places not completely armoured) he settled instead for winding his fingers through the ex-captain's dark hair, humming adoringly against his lips and taking a moment to cement the feeling of this forever. In days ahead that were dark, if words were said in haste or anger (or hunger, lets be honest), Remi would have this to fall back on. To remind him, if he needed it.

"mm...oh." The alchemist murmured almost drunkenly, looking up. Rexanna's original display had faded while his arms and tongue and lips had been otherwise entangled with Ronins, and so it was now just the incredibly detailed and impressive array of penises in the sky that he saw. With a snort, he tried to find his ever-beautiful friend in the crowd to shoot her a pleased grin, but in the glare of the lights he could hardly see much. "Definitely not a Northaven wedding, then." He chuckled, leaning his head against Ronin's shoulder to watch the colourful erections dancing across the sky.

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For anyone else who might try and speak with the alchemist that evening, they'd find him overjoyed with colour high in his cheeks and a sparkle in his shattered sea-glass gaze. They'd notice too, the way his eyes always seemed to find Ronin in the crowd, how if no one was engaged with him at the moment the alchemist's teeth would worry his lower lip, his nostrils would flair, and something in him would quiver and blaze brightly.

Table by sky!

Deimos

we are all b r o k e n
that's how the l i g h t gets in

They parted after greetings: he left Amalia with a kiss on the hand and congratulations to the upcoming couple. He drifted to a space where he could watch, pride instilled on his otherwise stoic features for the baker and her officiating purposes. He wasn’t familiar with any of the wedding affairs amidst Caido traditions, but she led the way – and he listened despite the unknown, or the pledge to gods. It was more about the partnership between Remi and Ronin, themed with second chances (which burned at him too – the chilling winds, the painted skies), seedlings for growth, guiding stars of Safrin and lights in the darkness, and launching over the brazier he’d made. The Reaper was pleased to see it suited the purpose just fine, neither individual burned or maimed; antics ensuing because that was who they were. Safrin made her appearance (the second time he’d seen a celestial being), and then the rings came into flourish – his gaze narrowed on the ring boxes he’d carved and created, content to see them harboring precious things until the time was right.

As Amalia stepped aside, finished with her proceedings, her eyes seemed to bore into his, and he stared right back, a brow arched. Hm.

Then it was back to Ronin and Remi; their journey, full of trials and tribulations, naught easy (and perhaps that was simply the way it was; nothing simple, the world too grave and forlorn, earning one’s contentment, adoration, and love). That notion lingered against him too, long after the vows. But he cheered and roared with the rest of the crowd, banging his drink against the table, contributing to the din and ruckus, to the heartfelt throngs, to the notions of bliss and exultation amidst the days of gloom and despair and tyrants. Maybe this was what they needed, to keep on going, to continue fighting.

Then, there was Rexanna – not anticipating the incoming fireworks, he watched as they burst into the sky, a celebratory dazzling of lights…except the shapes were very distinct. That was probably when he lost all decorum, laughter starting from his chest and ricocheting, loud and clear, semblances of hilarity and bemusement curling along his lips, reverberating until he nearly had tears in his eyes.

keep the ones who
h e a r d y o u
when you never said a word

MELITA

The entire thing was utterly striking and beautiful – gods and goddesses, Ronin and Remi, lights, fires, and rings. It was a magical, wondrous experience from start to finish, and the honeybee girl was glad to have been another witness in its monumental efforts. It merely proved that love managed to conquer all; from death and desecration, to second and third chances, through disaster and ruin, they’d still come together, they’d still triumphed. They’d persevered. They’d conquered. They’d defied. It built an incandescent smile on her face, as they offered their vows, as they continued through the ceremony, as rings and kisses were exchanged; a finale to end all finales as a rush of fireworks burst into the sky.

…in the shape of…penises.

Truthfully, it might not have been the way she would’ve chosen to close out the rituals, but it seemed to only hasten the rest of their fiery spirits, and she laughed with the rest of them, loud upheavals and hurrahs, shouts and outcries, a pouring of love for love.

She's so hard to please
But she's a forest fire

RORY

Rory didn't have a very extensive wardrobe: he was a worker, with little need for finery aside from the odd festival, but he had done his best for the wedding. He wore his best blue shirt, nicely complimenting his eyes, and his best dark linen pants, and his best, well-worn and nicely polished boots. And as usual, he had opted for braids and feathers. Both he and Jigano had similar hairstyles, the hair pulled back from the face and braided, letting most of the hair fall free in the back apart from the braid. Several smaller braids accompanied the main one, and he had decorated them both with whatever beautiful and shiny bits and bobs they'd been able to locate. Rory, notably, had a small silver fox charm in his, and both of them had a single feather bound into the mix. The two feathers were identical, beautiful white primaries tipped in blue and sprinkled with silver dust.

Rory was happy to let Jigano take the center stage when they arrived, hanging back himself a little, but offering waves and smiles of greeting to everyone, and congratulation the husbands-to-be on their day. In the hustle and bustle, anxiety robbed him of the courage needed to present his gifts to them now, but there would be time later.

When Amalia stepped forward he gave her a warm, encouraging smile—suspecting she might need it, but also suspecting she would be perfectly fine. She was braver than she gave herself credit for, and seeing her holding the ceremony, hearing her speak, praising the Gods at her prompting... He felt his heart swell with pride, tears pricking at his eyes; half joy for Remi and Ronin, half love for this found sister of his.

He remembered how wrong it had felt at the Festival of Lights when the Outlanders had come to it, yet now, seeing two of them bind themselves in a ritual of the Old Gods just seemed right. Rory hung in silence next to Jigano as the ceremony continued, inhaling in a soft gasp as for the first time in his life he properly laid his eyes on Safrin. Blinking, he looked aside, focusing on what was happening again, cheering with the rest once it was completed—and laughing as the sky exploded into dicks.

as if you were on fire from within,
the moon lives in the lining of your skin.

Everyone had shown up in their best, whether Outworlder confections or Natural finery, and though some were flashier thanks to the blessings of creation mages, all were brilliant in their own way. None, in Jigano's admittedly biased opinion, brighter than Rory, who needed no grand grab to shine... but a few came close.

With his gift delivered to the princess and her fathers, he made his way back to his partner's side, sliding his fingers through Rory's as the ceremony began. It was his first time seeing a Caido wedding, and Amalia was regal and benevolent in her role as officiant. He drank the words in eagerly, curious about the local customs of his new home even as he was glad to see Ronin and Remi putting what had to be their own personal touch to them, finding the joy in each other and not letting the solemnity of the proceedings dim their fun.

Safrin's appearance was unexpected but Jigano met it with a hard swallowing of his own pride. She had been the last straw on the pile he had been building that had broken him that night... but he could see now that he had needed to break in order to really understand how much his life had changed, and how much it meant to have people who would support him even in his darkest moments. He bowed his head to her, even as his arm slid more firmly around Rory 's waist, leaning into his mate as the ceremony continued, and letting his temple rest lightly against the hunter's hair.

When it was done, and rings exchanged, he called out his congratulations with the rest, laughingly relieved that no one had ended up setting the paper covering of a lantern on fire or swallowing a ring or any other small, silly mishap. The fireworks were beautiful, a fitting echo of the stars above, bright and colorful and-

Dicks?

Oh, Rex, you beautiful, brilliant woman! His laughter may have been lost in the uproar as the congregation cheered and giggled or guffawed or snickered or full-on belly-laughed, but no one could deny that a good time was being had by all.

Or that there would be many good stories to come out of this night!

"Dance with me?" he murmured his request to the man whose arm he adorned, nuzzling a kiss to Rory's cheek with a wicked smile as the musicians recovered themselves and began to play a bright and merry march for the newlyweds.

And so it was that even as the night sky darkened in earnest, the celebrations continued. Amalia's lamps softly illuminated the area aided by several stars of Safrin's making. The happy couple mingled with their guests until such time that they could no longer keep their hands off of one another they said their goodbyes, leaving the party with hands laced together.

For those who would stay, there would be drinking and dancing and merriment until the sun came up, and perhaps even then some.

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Thanks for coming to our wedding! Feel free to have off-shoot posts if you like, but consider the wedding done! <3

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