Mini Event meet me where the falling stars live
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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Deimos
The afternoon churning into evening whims, celebrations and ceremonies beneath stars, connections finally, ultimately forged, a lesson in love, benedictions, and devotion. The convictions shared by rings donned on fingers, by promises, by sword and shield prowess, by contented notes under constellations and galaxy perfection. Sanctions and sanctums, then a few breaths more, before they lingered, then advanced, back upon the bakery for another turn of commemoration. Merriment, delight, and shared happiness before Deepfrost’s roots settled into their bones, bound to be expressed, lifted, and anointed along the outskirts of the threshold.

Granted and given more than they could ask for by their brethren: the lantern lights glowed and glistened, lined along the garden, the pathways towards laden stands with refreshments, cake, and other portions of food. Chairs upon chairs, placed alongside tables (empty spaces reserved; touched upon with a miniature black dragon and ornamental gun, clearly labeled Adam, and a minute, bony figment of a tiny luxere, meant for Peter), while the decorations, streamers, and banners, all representations of things their companions, their friends, their loved ones had composed and orchestrated, donned the trails and outlines of the unfolding party.

These moments to be shared amongst the rest of their world, Deimos turned towards Amalia, lavender sprig still tucked behind his ear, an inhale, an exhale instilled, head ducked down, mouth pressed to her gilded hairline. Ready? An eternal inquiry; ready for anything and everything, ready for the shape of the stars to alter, ready for the manifestation of rapture and bliss, for as long as they could grasp and hold it together.

{Open wedding reception! Come and have a good time before Deepfrost sets in!}
i rule the stars, not the other way around
Amalia Chandrakant
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Amalia
The ceremony finished in quiet solitude and private moments of exchanged joy, it is time to greet their friends and family, to share the love and happiness so closely, keenly guarded.

The vial of laughter rests around her neck, tied there by a length of twine and ready to be uncorked. On her hand a ring and a bracelet both mark her as married, as belonging with a new family. But it is Amalia's eyes where the true beauty rests, the anxious girl made radiant by the depth of her happiness, the wealth of her joy.

Fingers laced and souls entwined, she leans against her lover - her husband - and looks over the scene prepared with eyes like embers, alive and alight. Tables and chairs, beauty and joy, reminders of those lost and the presence of those left behind: it is a scene from a fairytale, and Amalia still finds it hard to quite believe that this is her moment, her story, her life.

But it is, and never in the years and moments that has come before has she appreciated so keenly what it means to live.

Ready, she agrees to the man at her side, squeezing softly upon his hand before stepping forward from her daze of love and rapture to greet her guests.

took the stars from our eyes and then i made a map
i knew that somehow we would find our way back

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Life is the flower
When Oliver found out that Deimos and Amalia were going to be getting married it was safe to say that Oliver went all out... in many aspects. Most notably is his outfit. It's very clean cut, but not too flashy. Staring with his boots, they were freshly cleaned off and shined. Next were some dark brown pants that hugged his legs just perfectly. Last was an off white button op top that complimented his pants just perfectly. On his face was a small bit of make up, mostly around his eyes. His hair is neatly combed out and overall, he looks like he really tried his best.

Next, he had obviously brought them a gift. There was some sort of box that had been wrapped up in some parchment paper. Walking into the bakery, he offered the newly weds a smile and a nod before stepping off to the side, clearly unsure if he should walk up to them or wait to be approached. He wasn't entirely sure how this reception was going to go, so for now he'd just make his presence known and wait for more people to arrive.
for which love is the honey.
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Jigano Silversmith
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How long had it been since there had been joy enough to bring out his harp? Jigano had not made music for the people of the Settlement in far too long, but he had been practicing for weeks to limber his fingers back into shape and regain their calluses. He arrived in his best, silver and blue, white hair braided intricately back and adorned with Isuma's feathers - and one of his own, a white raven's feather with the tip painted golds and browns.

"Congratulations," he said warmly to the beaming bride and groom, forgoing his more elaborate bow for a simple squeezing of hands - yes, even Deimos's - if they let him. ”I wish you both the best. I brought my harp, if you’d like some music to dance to,” he added with a sparkle in his eyes. ”Since it’s your wedding night, no one is allowed to complain if you bump into them!” A sly wink accompanied his words, and Isuma swooped down from the roof to offer her own congratulations – and steal cuddles, if she could before seeking out Jyoti and Zuriel.
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i know this is war

Of course she comes. One, it’s at a bakery. And two (and fine, more importantly), it’s for Deimos. She does not know Amalia, but she considers Deimos a friend. Also, Amalia had fed her cookies and scones, so the woman has a special place in Weaver’s heart.

Weaver makes her way to the reception, a bottle of bubbly in her hands, unwrapped but for a bow. Wrapping always seems wasteful, particularly when the shape of the package will give away the contents. For once, she is actually dressed up, wearing (gasp) a dress. It is form fitting, though not particularly low, stopping at her mid-thigh. Wedding appropriate, even down to the shoes, which are not her usual boots but halfway practical heels (chunky, medium height things that are decent for walking and dancing).

As she enters, she makes her way to the newlyweds first, offering them a large smile. She hands the bottle over, proffered to whoever would take it. ”Not for tonight, so hide it from the vultures. It’s for a special night for just the two of you.” The bottle was one she’d procured, not Sunjata. She’d gone to rather decent lengths to find good sparkling wine. Nothing subpar or mediocre, not for this.

With that, she makes her way to the table of food and beverages, pouring herself a drink and browsing the options, particularly the desserts.
--weaver

but the rest of us are trying to pretend it’s a party

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KIADA
you haven't kissed anyone for a while now
The excitement that lingers in the Harpy is immense. And she can’t quite contain it as she follows them back toward the Bakery, where cakes and treats await them, chairs and treats set out, a night simply geared toward them with nothing else other than that. Her gown is the same as the wedding – that deep emerald green that sparkles like starlight, hair tied back and most of her scars on display – where once she might have been self-conscious about them, tonight nothing is about her.

She doesn’t care, because they don’t care.

The neckline dips, her X scar on her neck vibrant against her pale skin, the back of the dress dips as well to reveal the burn scars that travel along her spine until the top beneath her neck where two puncture holes are seen. The rest? The rest remains hidden along pale skin and scarflecked arms, beneath the edges and curves of the dress. And she whirls behind them with a small little box, something just for them. One tight hug is given to Deimos once more, a tighter one to Amalia before offering the box. Inside, they’ll find a trinket that Auni had procured out in Torchline. A shell of sorts, adorned with stars and darkness, of shadows and life.

My gift is the baking and my presence.” She teases them lightly with a playful wink before shoving the box toward them. “The gift in the box, however, is Auni’s. Though I did help with the details.” Another hum of a bubbling laugh leaves her. “You know how he loves to find things and share them.” And with that, she whirls away toward the food – spotting Weaver, someone whom she hadn’t really had a chance of meeting yet. And she slides over to the other dark haired woman with a bright grin. “Try the smaller cakes, made them myself.” She winks.
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Rexanna De Rosieres
the Penumbra
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REXANNA
paint my spirit gold
Oh, Deimos had told her that he was getting married – and it was such an event that put everything else she had on hold. The exhaustion settled in from the strength the voice had taken from her wouldn’t stop her from attending. Though she had known in advance, able to put together a gift with Bastien’s help that sat within the confines of the Artist’s Sanctuary, something she was incredibly proud of even if her magic had been acting up and things suddenly disappearing. Now, however, she had this crafted in a far more permanent way.

Bastien had helped decorate it as well, including the box that it sat in – perhaps a bit over the top but she hopes Deimos knows she’d give them nothing less. And so she focuses on the box that she holds in her hands – two of them specifically – one for each of them to open and browse. She’s dressed in a darker dress, to not take away from the bride and groom, hair pulled back and a dazzling smile accompanying her rather muted exterior.

She has one arm entangled in her husbands as they arrive, both boxes in her other hand, excitement practically vibrating off of her when she spots them. And she beelines straight for them, offering a light box toward Amalia and a kiss to her cheek should the Shield allow it. A darker box offered to Deimos and a tight squeeze of a hug. But of course, before she has a chance to let them open it and figure out what it is themselves, she has to explain it.

It’s pretty genius, if she says so herself.

I’m so happy for you both, congratulations.” She chimes, glancing over them both before her verdant gaze drops to the boxes. “So, before you ask and say ‘oh no, Rexanna, what is this’ I’ll help.” She hums with a small laugh (perhaps some of Bastien’s dramatics have worn off on her. “In your box, Amalia, you’ll find a little charm of sorts. You can string it on a necklace or a bracelet, whichever you prefer. But it’s a small sword… When held up in the right light, it’ll look like a scythe.” She glances toward Deimos with this, a nod of her head and a wink. “And Deimos, in your box, you’ll find the same. But it’s a shield that might have a bit of a splattering of glowing paint at night. But you’ll see there’s a space on the back of the shield that the sword will fit into.” She leans back a bit with this, clasping her hands together at the clever idea. “The Shield and the Sword. Together, even when apart.
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the Dionysian
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BASTIEN
i am the remedy to your heart,
Coming fashionably late and dressed was a must for any event that Bastien attended and as he walked in arm in arm with Rexanna, he felt rather successful in that goal. He had worried, given how vocally anti-Ascended Amalia was, that she might not want to see them at the wedding reception... but she was on the council with Rexanna, so he supposed it could not be all that bad. Now that he knew he was to bring an Ascended child into the world, he had begun to grow the slightest bit paranoid.

Anyway, the gift.

He was thrilled with Rexanna's little speech, finding it delightful. She explains the charms and they are beautiful indeed; Bastien cannot resist adding in his own notes. "It is a wonderful metaphor, no? A little erotic too, which is fitting for the occasion. Many congratulations to you both."
I am the carbon collected.
I am the printed upon your stars.
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REMI
the alchemist
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
The Alchemist had done his grumbling on the way to the portal with Ronin at his side. So when they emerged into the Hollowed Grounds it was mostly without argument.

Mostly.

"Nope. Don't miss this." Remi said dryly, inhaling a breath decidedly empty of salty-sea air. The Grounds seemed even more devoid of life given the vivacity of Torchline, than he remembered. "And just think. You'll get to spend an entire week here, prancing about, saving idiots from monsters." Nudging Ronin playfully, the pair made their way towards the bakery.

"Sorry we're late. One of us couldn't settle on which jacket was the right amount of roguish and charming." Remi said with a grin as they entered.
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
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Samuel
I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds

Sam entered a little late and a little shy, but excited to be there. His newly-discovered half sister had just gotten married and despite all their differences, he was happy for her. While he'd not been at the ceremony he had gone to get changed into a nicer shirt and pair of pants; he'd already brought their present to the preparations but came with a small bottle of aged wine that he'd had for a while, thinking it might be odd to turn up without something in hand.

There were more people than he had expected in attendance. With polite smiles to the ones he knew he mostly kept to himself, putting the wine down by the other drinks and nibbling on whatever snack appeal. Sam was fine to just watch the party, never having been much of a person for them (in fact, was this the first party he'd ever been to...?).

Evie Ignatius
the Evergreen
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Evie
i'll plant a row of daisy seeds
in the space beneath each eye
Evie follows the glowing newlyweds to their reception, pride and joy blooming like daisies in her chest, unstoppable and crowding until it feels like she can barely breathe without risking pale petals of effusive happiness dancing upon her tongue. Gathered are so many loved ones, cherished and distant alike. Samuel is immediately apparent to her, hanging back as he is wont to do. She rolls by to knock her hip against his with a playful wink, trying to get him to loosen up while also not forcing him to mingle either. A simple way of saying she's there for him, all without damning herself with the embarrassing words put into air.

Then she is moving towards her sister and the man who has now been officially pulled into their family by love and godly anointment alike. Her own smile likely challenges the brightness that seems to roll off the pair of them like starlight. Evie's gift is already wrapped in her arms, having retrieved them. For Amalia; new metal baking tools, from mixing bowls to mallets and even a beautiful Dutch oven sort of creation that had taken quite a lot of haggling in Torchline to secure. Deimos had been much harder to give gifts for, but after some time she'd gone hunting in the Wordsworth manor for the old quilt they had both used as girls. Hiding beneath it during storms, sharing giggles and whispered secrets after bedtime. It is worn and a little faded, but she has patched and added on another hand-sewn addition, infused with lavender packets in each square to send them off to sleep. Something for their marriage bed, old-fashioned though the custom may be. "I hope you recognize this Lia," she teases playfully as she presents both gifts in tandem, sneaking in between all the others who seek to give their beautiful gifts and congratulations. "I'm so happy for the both of you." They both mean so much to her, and this entire day has been a gossamer cloud that leaves her feeling as if she's floating on the devotion that trails behind the two of them.
so they'll remind you of your beauty
when they bloom each time you cry
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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Deimos
A deep breath, in preparation, in steadiness, in giving away the overwhelming conjectures threatening to brew, and brim. The ruminations of happiness, of contentment, of things he never thought he’d ever have, weighed over the instinct to draw away into shadows and corners, in the comforting embrace of the Shield’s hand.

So they stepped forward, and there were guests upon guests, and he swallowed down the inherent pull, tracing over the decrees of impish smiles instead. Oliver was seen in the distance, and he gave the younger man a nod, an indication to come towards them, but then there were more and more, and the lad might’ve been lost in the shuffle. Jigano wasted no time though, marching forward, the Sword finding his hand squeezed (bewildered – the widening of his eyes briefly conveying the sentiment), and then snorting at the insinuation. The Sage apparently never quite missed a beat; even when commenting on the revels of mischief on their shared preferences of dancing. “Thank you,” a phrase he’d likely say dozens of times this evening, but heartfelt and meant each time. His gaze went to the harp, and he shook his head, a muffled laugh exuded from his chest. “Soon then,” and a lift of his jaw to indicate he’d announce when they were ready, permitting the Lorekeeper to slip away to refreshments while they received others.

The appearance of Weaver, and her gift, caused another chuckle, sneakily snagging at the proffered bottle. “We will hide it well,” and he did so as she headed straight for the desserts, tucking it amongst one of the bakery cabinets, turning to find Kiada before them, instantly snagged. He shook his head but followed her embrace, perhaps purposefully, impishly tighter, as if the air would leave her lungs. The beast meant it, for all the things she represented in his life, for being there, for being here. “Of course,” he snorted, releasing her so she might do the same to Amalia. He took the box, meant to be opened later, a fan of Auni’s gifts, adding it along the counter.

Rexanna and Bastien were next, before he even had a chance to thwart the Queen away, her presence snagged, caught, and tethered them there. He snagged the hug and box, returning the former, the length of a warm smile still present, while she began to explain before he could even peek within. The General was inclined to listen, muffling only the slightest round of laughter (a snort still managed to slip through) when Rexanna noted a scythe in choice of charms. However, to hear he’d be receiving the same sort of offering caused his grin to dimple, then soften: a shield, glowing and sublime. Both of them had put a lot of thought into it, though Deimos was inclined not to comment additionally to Bastien’s erotic portions to the metaphor. “Thank you both. It is greatly appreciated.”

Then there was Remi, whom he hadn’t expected, given the man’s newest occupation, his grin managing to remain within the threshold. “We appreciate you for coming all the same.” Samuel seemed to be lingering in the distance, which neither of them were likely to permit for much longer – about to say something to either Amalia or someone nearby, when Evie swept in, doing the job for them. Her gifts extended to the bride were wonderful, and he eyed them before he was granted his own: a quilt, obviously affectionally used and well-loved, the scent of lavender unfurling, unwinding, and he took another deep breath to cease the influx of emotions. He might not have fully understood it, but the sentiments and ruminations were there. “Thank you Evie.” Because he didn’t know what else to say, or how to convey it properly.

Then the rest seemed to mingle as they put things away, the Sword making mental notes and calculations, before turning back to the Shield, the warmth and depths of his devotion, the beckonings of their friends and companions, had ensured the evening would continue down its reverent path. “Should we give them a challenge?” A deep whisper, a smirk, a snicker, a reflection and recollection of how they’d always come together – willing to provoke and instigate the rest of the masses into the same juvenile fold.

Thereafter, he beckoned over the waves of individuals. “If you are interested, there are more drinks, refreshments, and dancing space in the garden,” his presence and mass looming over a majority of them, pointing and indicating the direction they should’ve been traveling. His gaze went quickly to Jigano once more, the mischief deepening. “Time to put those talents to use, bard.”
i rule the stars, not the other way around
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Samuel
I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds

Evie swanned in and Sam was sure she would come up to him (in the past he would be sure mockery was about to come, but now he was hopeful it might be something more pleasant). He laughed when he bumped his hip and rolled his eyes, feeling a little bit of the tension inside himself dissipate. As his sister wandered off to say her congrats to the couple he tried to loosen up and get rid of some of the stiffness in his shoulders.

Deimos suggested they go to the garden so he obediently went with the rest of the crowd, hoping that there he might be able to find somewhere quiet to sit where he might engage in a casual conversation perhaps, watch the sky -- not dance, which would frankly be a nightmare.

Weaver Hale
the Scythe
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#14

i know this is war

Deimos takes the bottle and hides it, and she gives an approving nod before wishing the newlyweds congratulations and making her way toward the desserts. It’s not long before an attractive woman joins her wearing a long emerald gown and a myriad of scars. Weaver already approves, but then she mentions she’d baked the cakes.

In reply, Weaver reaches out for a small cake and pops a bite into her mouth, tasting it before chewing and swallowing. ”Well that is fucking delicious,” she says with a grin, turning her attention to the woman a bit more fully. ”I’m Weaver,” she offers. She’d extend a hand, but they are full between the drink and the cake, so she just pops another bite of the cake into her mouth instead.

Deimos calls to them, mentioning dancing. Weaver’s eyes drift to Jigano, and then back to Kaida. ”How do you feel about dancing?” she asks. There were very few familiar faces here, and none of them were really her friends. So, might as well start making some new ones.
--weaver

but the rest of us are trying to pretend it’s a party



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