songerein | Lavender Blue

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Lavender Blue

Who: G'raha Tia, Madhuri, and Every Last One of You!
Which: Open Log
What: A cat and a dragon leap into marriage. What japes lie within the festivities?
Warnings: Gratuitous hand-holding!

It's a quiet morning, and the weather is mercifully fine. As the day progresses, the faerie activity is abuzz at the edge of the Wildlands at the nothern edge of Reverein. They need no RSVPs or dress codes, no ser, no ser, for all are invited to the evening's humble union and festivity in whatever they feel is comfortable. Whether it's by fluttering down and taking a guest by the hand or perching on their head and playing captain, the faeries are thrilled to play guides today. They hand each of the guests a small party cracker on the way, and ask to wait for "the signal". Hmmm...

The destination isn't far. It's a clearing that has been cared for over some time, dappled with rays of late sunshine peeking in from the bordering treetops. In the center is an eye-popping sight, a deeply purple tree with banners of differing colors and strings of fine crystals tied to the branches. Each breeze brings with it a shimmering wave of color and the sound of twinkling as crystal clinks together. The clearing is wreathed in flowers of all shapes and colors courtesy of the lovely Isabela Madrigal, the blooms swaying with every breeze.

G'raha Tia, dressed to the nines, welcomes all guests warmly. He's rather bashful, but appreciates all who come to attend. Guests are free to sit in any of the seats they like, for all dreamers have come together again and again like family against all encroaching nightmares.

At precisely four, G'raha steps beneath the tree, where a shape begins to move from within the boughs. Climbing down is an ornate dragon of scales like liquid mercury, who settles in and pulls a small book and a pair of half-moon spectacles from beneath a wing. Any utterances of awe are met with a humble bow of the head. But soon the dragon's gaze turns down the grassy aisle and the seated rise. G'raha's gaze follows, and his ears and tail frizz as a music begins to play upon the air...

...As it's the first time he sees Madhuri in her dress, hands tucked around a bundle of blossoms as she seems to glide down the aisle. In her wake are clusters of tiny golden dandelions sprouting from where her shoes had touched the grass just moments ago. Her countenance, usually painted in mischief, is actually a little bashful today, and remains so as she steps beneath the tree to join G'raha and the dragon.

The latter introduces herself as 'Mirror' as all guests are seated, and welcomes all to this momentous day, a union of dreamers. That once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives one a faerie tale; that you know when you found your other half because not only do you have a smile on your face, but in your heart as well. Madhuri reaches up to fondly smooth the ruffled fur of her groom's ears.

The two join hands and recite a shared vow, and upon each recitation, a ring is slipped over the other's finger:

"With my whole heart, I take you as my [husband/wife], acknowledging and accepting your faults and strengths, as you do mine.

I promise to be faithful and supportive and to always make our family's love and happiness my priority. I vow to have the patience that love demands, to speak when words are needed and to share in the silence when they are not. I will be yours in plenty and in want, in sickness and in health, in failure and in triumph. I will dream with you, celebrate with you and walk beside you through whatever our lives may bring. I give you my hand and my heart. As a sanctuary of warmth and peace. I pledge my love, devotion, faith and honor as I join my life to yours. You are my person—my love and my life, today and always. I thank the Twelve that I am yours and you're mine."

It is at this point that Mirror politely chuckles as the pair seem to be lost in the moment. For those betting on who would cry first among the couple, the G'raha-first gamblers became winners. Congrats!

"Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. ...You may kiss your bride."

All bashfulness is gone as the two share a kiss. It lingers as a wave of dreamotion emanates from the two of them, and springing forth from the violet tree, the grass of the clearing and the bordering flowers were strange blooms of gleaming white; emanating a soft corona of myriad colors. The crown of blooms in her hair shifted as well, and another sprouted in G'raha's hair. What... sort of flower was this...?

Mirror stepped aside and beamed.

"...It is my pleasure to introduce to you all, for the first time as husband and wife, G'raha Tia and Madhuri of Tribe Qalli! May their union be blessed with everlasting love and joy, and may they conquer every challenge hand-in-hand and side-by-side."

"NOW!! Get 'em!" The faeries shout, armed with their own party crackers. When guests pull the little cords, the typical paper confetti and ribbons is instead a stream of silvery stars and glimmering lights that alight any surface they touch as if solid before disappearing.

Amid the celebration, G'raha is relieved of his need for walking as Madhuri stoops and picks him up. The bride was happy to princess-carry the blushing groom down the flower-carpeted aisle and through the party cracker mayhem, leading the way to the reception just next door.

The reception space is like a page taken out a storybook, flower-dappled hedges framing a stage setup, many tables and chairs for comfortable seating, a dance floor and a trio of large tables all laid out with different foods to pick and choose from, each bearing the centerpiece of a small wedding cake on a stand.

But first, the music! The music is ever-present and classy, thanks to a team of resident Radio Demon Alastor and Akechi "We're Not Friends" Goro. The past and relative present combine with tunes to flavor the atmosphere, painting the perfect picture for the newlyweds' very first dance as the drinks begin to flow along the guests. Wouldn't you know it, but it seemed the couple had somehow picked the same song to dedicate to one another. The next number, however, is one Madhuri could never have guessed: G'raha had written and wished to perform his very own song for his lovely wife, the latter of which quickly becomes a bashful red to match the man's hair as his voice lifts in earnest, the poetry dancing in his voice to its completion.

The floor then opens to the guests, with the opening number unveiling a debut of Princess Octavia Ars Goetia singing on stage. Yet no matter the volume of her lovely tune, it pales in comparison to her proud father hooting and applauding away to the side. That's his owlette!

Now, with the music going and the drinks (both alcoholic and non-) flowing, maybe it's time to have a little bite! What's on offer?

I. Love Bites

A. This first table represents Madhuri's homeland of the Azim Steppe! The lemon cake centerpiece depicts a grassy landscape, topped with G'raha and Madhuri dressed in traditional clothing called 'deel'. They have their weapons drawn and are prepared for battle against an unseen foe.

The menu bears many barbecue options, including:

Buuz (a large dumpling filled with spiced meat)
Khorkhog (barbecued lamb with a paired yogurt and mint sauce)
Boortsog (fried dough stuffed with whipped cream cheese)

Perfect for the carnivore!

The food eaten from this table has a chance to incite a competitive spirit within you, building an urge to challenge someone to something, be it 'who can eat their food the fastest', arm wrestling, a race across the grounds, or even a spar (just take it somewhere outside of the grounds, please!). Regardless of winning or losing, the effect will fade once the contest is complete.

B. The second table represents Old Sharlayan, where G'raha calls home! This champagne cake (no worries, it's no longer alcoholic upon baking!) centerpiece depicts a cozy study area, where G'raha is deep in a book and surrounded by more reading material. Madhuri is using a stack of books as a step stool to reach for the top of a nearby shelf of spice jars.

The menu bears many smaller bites and lighter options, including:

Sliders (Regular or with cheese! For those who just want a good burger)
Piennolo Tomato Salad (Tomatoes, onions and fresh herbs tossed in a light oil)
Stuffed Pitas (Pita pockets with spinach, olives, cucumbers, tomatoes and feta with a vinaigrette, perfect for the scholar on the go who wants to keep their hands clean and their belly full!)
...Archon Bread (Don't ask what's in this. It's nutrient dense. It's chewy. Very, very chewy. The taste is indescribable. Why did Madhuri make this...? Try it if you dare.)

The food eaten from this table has a chance of making the eater float a few feet off the ground. This effect lasts 15-20 minutes. Maybe you can finally reach those high shelves at your local library...? Interestingly, the Archon Bread offers no dreamotion effects. The horror.

C. This table represents a world very, very far away called Norvrandt, where G'raha had his greatest adventure! This almond cake centerpiece depicts a tall crystal tower made of sugar, with a robed, hooded figure standing vigilant before it. Madhuri hangs off the hooded figure with her head on their shoulder, bearing ornate faerie wings and an elaborate, flowing dress. All hail Fae Queen Maddie and her mysterious King...!

The menu stresses 'on the go' meals that can easily be handheld, which means:

Sandwiches!! (Egg salad, roast beef, rainbow veggie, caprese... anything your heart desires between two slices of bread are at your beck and call, perfect for a pick-me-up during a rough journey through worlds unknown.)

The food eaten from this table makes a small false pixie appear on the person's shoulder, dressed as the most mischievous person they know, whether they are in Reverein or not. The pixie lasts for an hour, happily informing passersby of random trivia about the person. The more embarrassing, the better!

Did the bride promise no pranks? Huh. Guess she lied.

II. The Hopeful Bloom

The strange flowers that sprouted at the end of the ceremony seem to have grown here in the reception venue, too. They exude a soft, blissful happiness, and eyes are drawn to them often. However, there is a compulsion to pick some, and give them to someone, and the bride encourages this behavior with an oh-so-innocent smile. Will it be for a dear friend, someone you've had your eye on, or the love of your life? Whatever the case, the flower will gleam stronger when the giver approaches the receiver to which they hold dearest. For some, it may glow with previously unrecognized feelings, and perhaps may be the opportunity one needs to finally be upfront with one's own heart.

These picked flowers look lovely in a vase and continue to glow softly, emitting glimmering sparkles at night. They will last for one week before the glow fades, leaving a delicate, glass-like flower behind that will last as long as your average cut rose. Perhaps they'll thrive if instead dug up and planted in a pot or in a personal garden...?

III. Open Mic Night

As the dance floor clears, the mic is open on stage. Madhuri briefly explains that, between her power and that of Alastor's, any old song can be played for everyone's enjoyment. If a request is made, a song can be played for you, and you can sing your heart out. Maddie would love to hear you sing! ...Just keep it relatively clean, please. There are children here. Dedicate a song to someone, belt out your feelings, go nuts! Who knows? This might be your chance at a future career on stage as your singing is so dang good that you bring crowds back on the floor dancing away!

However, there may be a risk in asking for any random old song... you may have some particularly interesting tunes to sing to.

All music and merriment will be had until late into the night. Please, feel free to say hello to the bride and groom, or invite them to a dance! If you brought a gift- something that is not required, goodness, you're so generous- Madhuri will hastily drag over a spare table for them. (She really didn't expect anything, she swears she's not scatterbrained...!!)

[ooc: Another wedding! Toot-toot! Shoutout to Cybra for her help with coding! Again, though the log has gone up on the 25th, the wedding is dated canonically for the 31st.]

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After the cake-cutting and sharing a bite with her adorable h-husband... gods... ahem, Madhuri is available for a dance with any who asks. Otherwise, she will practically be sailing the waves of her milestone. She hadn't thought that she'd overcome her own hangups and wind up in a relationship, let alone such a committed one. The renowned clown and flirt actually accomplished something for herself. She was happy. Over the damned moon!

[I. Love Bites- Archon Bread Edition]

"You'll love it. It's an experience." That wasn't ominous at all as she plated up a little slice and passed it onward. It looked like any other quickbread, like a banana bread or pumpkin bread, but the smell was indescribable. It was akin to smelling the cooking of two or three neighbors' dinners at once, a mingling of so many aromas that perhaps didn't clash.

"It's something the scholars of Sharlayan enjoy as a meal replacement. Raha's eaten a few and attests to my recipe's accuracy in flavor and texture."

You trust her, don't you...?

[II. The Bouquet Toss]

There was a tradition she'd read about throwing the bouquet far behind you for the folks gathered behind her. Anyone who caught it was perhaps next on the docket to walk down the aisle... or perhaps would have significant luck in their relationship endeavors. Whatever the case, Madhuri soundly agreed to the idea.

"Is everyone gathered? Okay...! Here we go!" She turned and readied the toss. One bob... twice... and up the bouquet went, sailing high over her head and far in to the gathered bunch behind her. In her mind, she hoped Lady would catch the thing, if anything to offer another tease.

But, really, it was anyone's game. Once the bouquet left her hands, she peeked over her shoulder to see who'd caught it. If they were rather unfamiliar to her, she just had to know who it was they were catching it for. Her hands catching her skirts, she hurried on over with a cheer in celebration for the catcher.

"As one may say, callooh callay! Nice catch, dear...!"

[III. For the Road]

The hem of her dress was getting a little dirty, but Madhuri didn't seem to care much. She was hunkered down among the strange multicolored blooms that sprung up at the end of the ceremony and was using a spare spoon to gently dug around the roots, scooping them up to set them aside. A few for the garden never hurt...

Perhaps you have one to offer to her, or wish to catch her solo to have a little chat. She's always up for shooting the breeze.

[IV. Here comes the bride! Why do I hear boss music...?]

Having a wedding in the Wildlands has its perks, for the forest is beautiful and full of wonders. But despite the couple's best efforts, there may be the occasional shuffling of an aggressive creature or- at worst- some nightmare monster who has been drawn like a bee to a blossom to sup upon the tasty energy rife on the grounds.

Should the bride know of it, she set down her plate of cake and sighs despite her smile. "Duly noted. Thank you. Please excuse me."

She raised her hand and called her massive warhammer from nothing, the weapon over double her size. Yet as she turned and started cinching up her skirt, revealing her pretty little heels, she seemed to carry it as if it weighed nothing. Madhuri would march off with the smile firm on her face, though her eyes literally gleamed as she entered a combat mode.

Interrupt her wedding? She didn't think so. Judging by the smudges on the hammer's head, this wasn't the first hunt she'd had today. Care to join her for some celebratory bloodletting?

[V. Wildcard!]

[You're always welcome to hit me up on plurk-

MechaPony or RainbowDonut#5538 on discord if you wanna hash things out.]

[Reception - Music]

At this rate, Alastor could probably run a rather successful side hustle performing for various events. First Angel's drag show and now a wedding!

Admittedly, it was an appealing thought as he played an instrumental piece perfect for people milling about and socializing. Not much dancing at the moment but that could change. Still, it did allow for people to come up to chat with him as the music kept playing.

Or for them to bring him food and drink from the various tables. He still had to supply the shadows playing the other instruments with power, but at least it wasn't as intensive as basically supplying the entire staff of a venue. (At least he wasn't going to sleep for twelve hours before eating himself and Angel out of house and home the next day like last time!)

[Reception - Dancing]

One nice thing about teaching the shadow band to play without him or for Akechi to take a shift handling the music: He could periodically take breaks to dance!

Needless to say, it shouldn't come as any surprise to anyone when they would find a seven-foot-tall Radio Demon bowing to them and extending a hand.

"Would you like to dance, my dear?"

[Protecting the Venue]

True, nobody had asked him to do it, but Alastor had a vested interest in making sure this event went off without a hitch. He'd promised Madhuri he'd do everything in his power to do so when she'd asked him to help with the wedding.

The local shadows had been delighted to assist in watching the perimeter of the venue for noctaere and other hostile shadow creatures so long as they were allowed to flit about and watch the goings-on. It was the most excitement they'd had in a very long time.

One of them darted over to speak in a voice only the Radio Demon could hear, his right ear flicking with interest.

"Forgive me, but it seems we have some potential party crashers. Excuse me. I should be back shortly."

He flexed his claws eagerly as he set his current drink aside, heading in the direction the shadow had indicated.

[Hopeful Blooms - Post-Reception - Late Night]

With everything coming to a close, Alastor took the opportunity to investigate the strange blooms. Magical plants were always so fascinating to him and not simply because of the rootwork he still used from time-to-time.

He paced slowly through them before finding a spot that had been picked clear enough for him to sit on his knees among the flowers. On impulse, he removed a glove and reached out to softly touch the delicate petals. A contented smile crossed his lips, his first and best line of defense relaxing.

[Wildcard]

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cybra, or poking me on Discord from the Songerein server!))

[I-C. A mote of Power]

"Hey! Hey, did you know? Denji's first kiss made the girl barf!"

"Oi! That ain't what happened and you fuckin' know it!" With a growl, he snatched at the weird pixie sitting on his shoulder. the pixie laughed and floated out of his grasp. It didn't stop him from continually to grab for the thing. Can't he eat his damn lunch in peace!?

What was a tiny Powy doing here, of all places!?

[II. Rainbow Flowers]

Denji was crouched among these weird new flowers, mixed in with the ones placed on the grounds. He was scrutinizing them with the eye of someone who possibly knew anything about flowers, but once he selected some, he tore them out of the ground like they were weeds.

The flowers clutched in his other hand were a little bent out of shape, but tucked in such a way that loaned the impression that he was building his own little bouquet... hmmm.

Then, after a moment's thought, he picked another of the sparkly flowers and- after a little sniff of it- started chewing on the blossom.

He blinked. They tasted good, too...

[III. Because Memes!]

He didn't know a lot of music, having only recently gotten into what he could choose for himself. When you were homeless for most of your life, your music was restricted to what you heard from cars passing by or what played in cafés.

So when he requested whatever could sound fun, because he wanted to try his hand at something, he was given a tune that was a touch in the future from his timeline.

That didn't stop him, though. He was getting into it, but why wouldn't a guy with a supreme lack of shame get into it?

"California gurls, we're unforgettable
Daisy dukes, bikinis on top...!"

I. Love Bites - Sandwiches

"Via, sweetie, it's nothing to be ashamed of! What teenager doesn't fill notebooks with poetry? You even go out of your way to compose music and turn them into songs!"

Things were going so well until Via decided to make a sandwich for herself. Got herself all prettied up and everything! Yes, Madhuri didn't mandate any fancy clothes for the occasion, but no way was she not going all out for a friend. Even with the lovely dressed, styled feathers and everything, the young owl has to bring out her beanie to cover her face from the pixie dressed like her adoptive dad.

"You could've wowed the audience with an original number. They're good ones! Especially the one about your dad being a superhero from space--"

Eyes are going wide as that one in particular is brought up. The remainder of her sandwich is getting stuffed into the pixie's face to stop that subject right in its place. That is forbidden knowledge that Via's pretending wasn't shared with the crowd through a big ol smile and a glowing blush.

II. The Hopeful Bloom - A Nerd At Heart

True, these new flowers were adept at catching one's attention. How could Via resist? They have an almost otherworldly glow to them. And as Via approaches, she's immediately captivated. Talons delicately brush over glimmering petals and a childlike sense of wonder takes hold. Would it be okay to pluck a few and plant them in hers and Stolas' garden? The temptation is strong.

Especially since there's a new flower for her and her father to study. A mix of genuine glee and academic curiosity take hold, so the princess might be observing them closely and taking notes on a little notepad.

III. Open Mic Night - Opening the floor

While Octavia's sure going up again after kicking off the open mic would be somehow cheating, it doesn't stop her from starting things off right. It's Madhuri's and G'raha's special day; watching them exchange their vows, feeling the tenderness in the air...for all that she's been exposed to a forced marriage that fell apart, watching one like this, brimming with love, it sends her heart aflutter.

The bride and groom deserve at least one slow song to share with each other, and that's exactly what she gives them. The one that best comes to mind is one she knows because of her dad, but it doesn't stop the princess from going all out. Is it well out of her normal range? Yes. Is she blushing because of her dad hooting and cheering the whole time? Absolutely. But if she can send off the newlyweds with a night to remember, then going red in the face is completely worth it.

Via passes off the mic afterwards so others can take their turns, hopefully not warding anyone off with her performance.

Edited 2023-03-26 02:56 (UTC)

Like with the masquerade, Dante went through the effort of cleaning up. Shave, haircut, a nice suit he occasionally tugs at(at least one of those didn't need Lady getting on his case about it). Despite it, he's on his best behavior while the wedding is actually taking place. Even he doesn't want his own shenanigans to interrupt that irreplaceable moment between the bride and groom. A testament of love sealed with a kiss, something absolutely worth protecting...

...Alright, he held back long enough.

I. Love Bites - A Stupid Challenge

"Hey. Time for a challenge."

Comes the voice of one half-demon who was met with so much disappointment in trying Archon Bread that he doubled down on the Khorkhog and Buuz to pick himself back up. Unfortunately, it worked. And it's encouraged a terrible idea.

"There's this bread here that's harder to chew through than teeth. First one to give up on eating it loses. You in?"

II. The Hopeful Bloom - The Bashful Hunter

Dante felt like he knew what to do with these flowers the instant he saw them. Their radiance, their color, the way he felt when he looked at them...he needed to give some to Lady. Not a single doubt in his mind. A nice bouquet to offer her and let her do what she wishes with it. And maybe send with it a message that the goofball cares, even if he's really bad at expressing it.

But being so bad at expressing it means there's a well dressed man holding a bouquet of flowers repeatedly talking himself up to "giving them to her" but also "not being too forceful with them". Somehow he's worried about methodology and how to give a certain someone flowers. Not his strongest skill and it's increasingly obvious the more he stands there figuring out a simple puzzle.

III. Open Mic Night - No Stranger to Love

Dante's familiar with working up some shenanigans and getting a musical number started. Not usually singing, but he can make it work. And maybe a good ol love song will not only fit the mood, but let him sing it for a certain lady. And he even picks a song he can dance to at the same time! It's a whole performance!

Except the song he chooses might inexplicably draw ire from the crowd. Is he doing this on purpose? Maybe. The best part is if he doesn't know, then how can anyone else know for sure?

Well... this was outside the ex-porn star's realm of comfort. Being surrounded by lovey-dovey crap wasn't his norm. Someone as screwed up like him wasn't meant for 'Happily Ever After's. Though he would be lying to a fragment of his jaded heart if he said that he didn't wish to find a real relationship... He was here as a favor to Alastor who invited him as his plus one. Who was he to turn down his deer roomie? If he was going to made to attend, he might as well dress the part, wearing a matching red dress.

Also, free food was always a plus.

1-A ♡ Love Bites

Mistakes. Mistakes were made.

While partaking in some of the free cuisine, the sandwich he had consumed had mysteriously summoned a mini version of his best gal pal. At first, it was a pleasant surprise to see Cherri. She was one of the only people he trusted with his whole being down in that miserable shit hole he called home. Cherri knew him like few others did...

Which was proving to be a horrible blunder right about now as she was spouting shit Angel would rather not to have others know about.

"Angie here is a really big secret softie! He acts tough but he just wants someone to cuddle~"

"Cherri, the fuck?!" Angel's face flushes as his head snaps around. His rep man!

"When no one is lookin' he likes to wear baggy clothes~" The little demon continues to beam on his shoulder.

"Cherri!"

"Angel Dust isn't his real name. It's actually An-"

"No! STOP!" Angel bats at his shoulder in an attempt to stop his bestie from spilling more beans that already had been spilt.

2-A ♡ Hopeful Bloom

The strange flowers that were sprouted in the banquet hall beckoned to him. Before he knew, the spider had plucked himself a nice little bouquet worth of the delicate flora. They did smell nice... the scent was almost soothing. But was he meant to do with them now? A quiet urge within him whispered. Pass them out~ To whom?

As the spider floated around the room, he noticed a strange phenomena with his enchanted floral arrangement. The gleam flickered and glowed ever brighter as a certain deer passed close by. Angel cocked a confused brow at the flowers each time the shimmering grew. What the fuck? Why was this happening? He would never understand half the weird shit this place does.

Shrugging to himself, he searches for people to offer up a flower.

3-A ♡ Wild Card

(Ooc: Angel will be there all night so if there is any random thing you want, let me know. You have hit me up through PMs or my plurk:

goddessofsugar)

The ceremony was lovely. Despite his own complicated feelings about the Sacrament, the Goetic Prince was a hopeless romantic at heart. Seeing his coworker tie the knot, glowing with newly wedded bliss filled him with joy. ~~Maybe one day he could have a wedding he actually wanted.~~ Plus, he could never turn down the chance to dress up. Even getting his Darling imp to get all cleaned up for the joyous occasion, looking rather dashing in his suit as he sat next to the owl. For whatever bizarre reason, he brought a single potted flower along to the party, setting it down at the table so he can freely shoot the breeze. Seeing Blitzø so pleased with himself brought a small content smile to the bird’s face. The pair of them were inseparably this evening. Where one went, the other wasn't far behind. There was a constant shower of sparkling hearts emitting from the owl.

1-A ☆ Love Fites

Chow time! Needless to say, the arrays of food are pretty novel and foreign - especially for Blitzø, who didn’t go through ritzy parties that actually explored the culinary. The imp was particularly fond of stuffing his cheeks so full of buuz that he was impossible to understand, but once he’d gotten himself a serving of korkhog, a particularly devious expression struck him.

“Hey Stolas, open wiiiide,” the imp purred in amusement, getting a huge scoop of the lamb. With that devious smirk, he had every intention of teasing the prince and ruining his very nice wedding-party makeup.

However the mischievous intent behind the gesture soared right over the Goetia’s head. Blinded by wedding bliss, Stolas batted his eyes across the table at his beloved as he opened his mouth obediently.

“Ahh~” Stolas closed his eyes expectantly.

But instead of sweet lovey-dovey feeding he was anticipating, the prince got a face full of minced meat mixed with yogurt. Eyes fluttered open to see Blitzø sporting that shit eating grin staring straight back. Oh. Oh. So that's how he wanted to play. Fine, challenge accepted. Calmly, a little too calmly, Stolas dabbed at his face before raising his free hand. Azure wisps swirled around his talons causing some of the food to levitate off the table.

"Oh Darling... Let me return the favor~"

Magical flying food fight ensues. The poor guests at the reception better watch out for any stray food that flew overhead. Or they could pick sides and join in.

2-A ☆ Hopeful Bloom, Love so blinding

Clutched in his talons, the overgrown owl happily held a clay planter. Neatly potted inside was one of the mysterious flowers that bloomed throughout the banquet hall. Of course the Ars Goetia had to take one of these magnificent plants home to add to his greenhouse. Not before he also took the liberty to pick a few of the shimmering blossoms. To give to who you might ask? One only had to look at the imp latched on to the Goetia's arm for the answer. Stolas had tucked a few of the glowing flora into the lapels of Blitzø's vest, giving himself one to match. The light that radiated from the flowers was almost blinding. It made it quite easy to spot the happy couple as the pair walked around with their own personal spotlight. To say Stolas was over the moon in love was an understatement, and the brightness of the blossoms echoed his sentiment.

In the imp's free hand, he held a few more of the glimmering buds to offer them to any who passed on by. Spread the love, am I right?

3-A ☆ Open Mic, Sexy Slow Jams

Earlier in the evening, Stolas’ daughter made her grand debut, to which he couldn’t have been more proud of her. Though not to be out done, he took to the stage. Taking the microphone into his claws he peered out across the dance floor, his eyes meeting Blitzø's briefly before darting away to stare at the bridal table.

"Good evening everyone. I would like to congratulate the newlyweds on their nuptials. I couldn't be more happy for the both of you. Discovering a love that special is a rare find. I hope you hold on to it." Stolas smiled to himself. "So I would like to dedicate a song here tonight to finding that one special love."

The lights dimmed as a single guitar began to play. In typical Stolas fashion, a musical interlude wasn't complete without a splash of magic. As the song started the goetic prince added his own illusory fanfare to match the lyrics of the melody.

♪And Darling, this is more than anything I felt before
You're everything that I want
But I didn't think I'd find
Someone who was worth the wait~♫
Of all the years of my heartbreak
But I know now I found the one I love~♪

As the song fades out, intentional or not, Stolas gazed starry eyed at Blitzø on the final verse.

4-A ☆ Open Mic, Kicking it up a Notch

Sappy music was fine and all, but Blitzø had his own ideas, swooping onto the stage to snatch the mic right out of Stolas’ talons the moment he wrapped up his performance.

“WE HAVIN’ FUN TONIIIIIIGHT?” the imp shouted through the microphone, already tapping his hooves to a beat before the song even wound up. This was not a stage that gave him stage fright - he was more than elated to start belting out lyrics for one of his favorite love songs.

♪I was made for lovin' you, baby
You were made for lovin' me
And I can't get enough of you, baby~♫
Can you get enough of me?

5-A ☆ Wild Card

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Before the Ceremony; Open

[The day has finally come, and he's dressed up to match his lovely w...wife. It doesn't take much to see that he's nervous. After speaking to Tifa about the topic, he's gotten better about it, but the idea that everything needed to go perfectly was still on his mind. He knew there was no true way to make everything absolutely perfect. All they could do was do their best to make sure things ran smoothly.

There were a lot of 'What if...'s running through his mind, but he was doing his best to keep himself occupied to avoid such thoughts. So when he was not greeting guests, he could be found roaming around to check in on different matters.]

Blessing of The Twelve; Madhuri

[The time was finally here, standing in place as Madhuri made her way down the aisle. At most, he had been told the color of her dress but not what she would look like other than that. He had been told it was bad luck to see the bride before the day. But to nobody's surprise, the sight of her took his breath away. He knew she'd likely be beautiful, but he was unprepared for today. Ears perked up the instant he saw her, all he saw was her for the moment.

Once the vows came up, he repeated what was instructed of him, throwing a little bit more than he tried to summarize for the time being. He was planning on letting her know exactly what he felt, but that would likely take much longer. He would prepare that for her in a book to save for later viewing.]

Words could not express all of the things I think of when you come to mind. There is much and more I could say, but I will say this much for now. I never thought any of this was possible when I first came here. Not even before we woke up here. I thought that I was always destined to observe on the outside and see it happen to those around me. I never dreamed that I would find my better half here. The person who evens out my faults and builds me up, just as I hope to do the same for you. Every moment I've spent with you has been well spent. I could think of nothing else I would rather be doing than spending all my time with you. You swear you're the lucky one, but I am truly the most blessed to have you by my side. You are my world; I can't imagine my life without you now. I love you, now and forever.

[It comes as no surprise to anyone to see him tearing up before she does. But with Mirror's chuckles, he realized it wasn't just them once more. Timidly clearing his voice, they finished up this portion of the ceremony with a kiss or two to seal the deal. He hadn't known what the faeries were planning with these wedding gifts, surprised by the party crackers. There wasn't enough time to react when he was suddenly swept off his feet. Nearly falling out of her arms out of even more surprise than the crackers, he eventually settled as Madhuri hoisted him up in her arms. His face started to match the color of his hair, not sure what to think. Not enough to tell her to put him down though as he was working through feeling incredibly embarrassed as she escorted him into the reception.]

Love Bites; Open

[Having a part in deciding what would be included in the spread, G'raha had also decided to keep any and all information about it to himself until the day of. Turns out that the bride had an accomplice. Was it any wonder? So anyone eying the Archon Bread will catch G'raha's attention. He may even grab one himself as if to show it's safe to eat. He knew full well what to expect from it and had gotten used to the dense taste of it. So he didn't make it a habit to eat too much of it today, but if he could mess with people along the way... Why not?]

Wildcard; Open

[G'raha will usually be with Madhuri (duh), but there are also a ton of opportunities to find him. Whether it be to talk with him, ask him for a dance, go around the food tables, or anything else that comes to mind, he is more than happy to converse with the others throughout the night.]

[OOC: For anything else, feel free to poke me on plurk (Byefelicia. Apologies for being late on this top level. My Saturday was absurdly busy due to my own hubris and not paying attention to dates. Also, please keep in mind that G'raha might have Shadowbringers and/or Endwalker spoilers pop up in icons or tags. I will be labeling these as needed, but please consult my spoiler opt-out post. If you are still playing through the game and would not want to be spoiled, please let me know where you are, and I will do my best to avoid any spoilers. This would be a great help to me, otherwise, I will be possibly tagging these per usual until I know otherwise.]

▶ WITH THE STARS AND US

Can I interest you in my mix tape

Akechi wasn't under any delusions about his position in the proceedings. Alastor was by far the main attraction, when it came to musical accompaniment- he didn't have the musical talent to even approach magicking an entire band out of thin air. What he did have, was a selection of tasteful (and, because it was him, jazzy) numbers that crossed a variety of tempos and tastes, largely instrumental, to fill the air while Alastor was taking a break.

It wasn't a job you could laze about in- there was borrowed audio equipment to manage, control volumes, read the room to try and predict what people were in the mood for-
But it certainly wasn't so attention-intensive that he couldn't stop to chat, if someone came to say hello.

▶ SWEET

Locked to Maddie and G'raha

The gift was small. A pair of matching boxes in red and black, really, each small enough to fit in the palm. Having located the gift table, hastily erected though it was, he set one of the boxes down-

And weighed the other contemplatively. "You know," he said idly, "I was going to give both of you something, but if we aren't friends, Madhuri, I suppose I might have to rethink this."

▶ WICKED PLAN

It really was too much to hope for no pranks.

Assuming Madhuri wouldn't take every opportunity to be a fucking goblin, that was his first mistake. The caprese sandwich had looked and sounded delicious- and he hadn't been wrong.

No sooner, however, had he finished, than a tiny winged creature had popped into existence, wearing a familiar outfit that had him staring for several seconds at the tiny grinning Futaba what the fuck. It even rode around on a tiny floating Al-Azif.

"If this is a joke, it's not very funny."

"I disagree!" The little creature puffed her chest out, inhaling- "HEY EVERYBODY! JERKECHI SINGS IN THE SHOWER-" She was cut off, fortunately, because it was very hard to shout while dodging frantic swings from a much larger person, as he attempted to silence the little shit. "-AND HE KNOWS THE FEATHERMAN THEME BY HEART AND HE'S ACTUALLY REALLY HAPPY TO BE HERE EVEN IF HE'S A GRUMPUS-"

And the cacophony was joined, of course, by another voice, this one a touch louder. "-FUCKING KILL HER, I SWEAR, THIS ISN'T FUNNY- GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT-"

It was probably safe to say that Madhuri's plans had gone off perfectly.

Love Bites

[Miriam had spent some time with Denji and had carefully carried the flowers that he had given her. She had trimmed the roots and cleaned them up a bit. It was obvious that she knew what she was doing when it came to flowers.

Now to figure out what she was going to eat.]

There are so many choices. I don't know what to try.

[Someone help the poor girl.]

Open Mic

[Miriam had no clue how the karaoke worked, but with a bit of help from another guest, she found a song that she actually knew.

The music shifted, turning orchestral. Miriam stood back a bit from the microphone as she waited for the proper time to begin to sing.

Once the song was over she bowed carefully and went off to go get some water.]

[Despite not knowing either of the newlyweds, this event ticked pretty much every box for Martel so she just had to come! And drag Kratos with her, because you still have to force that man to enjoy himself. Sometimes she's hanging around with him, other times she wanders off by herself because something caught her interest.]

I. Azim Steppe Love Bites

[Martel's curiosity has been very busy lately, what with being in a new world and being alive again after 4000 years. Any and all food seems wonderful to her, just to experience it with the senses she didn't have while trapped. Why she picked this particular table to get some is anyone's guess, but maybe the figures of a couple ready to do battle together brought back fond memories for her.

What she ate is irrelevant, what matters is her response to it. Martel enjoys games and the like in the first place, so this is...not helping. Stranger or not, she suddenly turns to you and exclaims excitedly.]

Do you want to see who can find the biggest bug?!

[...You're welcome to suggest another, more normal contest.]

II. The Hopeful Bloom

[Martel was already a connoisseur of plants. And not just because she was, you know, basically a tree for four millennia. Knowing and understanding them was vital when she was trying to survive out in the wild with her brother, and certain medicines could be made depending on the plant. Plus, they were just nice!

These glowing flowers quickly catch her attention. She plucks herself a bouquet as large as she can hold, then goes rushing off to find Kratos. He should see these, they're so pretty! Also he's still about the only friend she has here to inflict herself upon, since she needed the past weeks to steady herself.

That's not to say it's a straight shot for her to find him ~~at the bar~~ wherever he is. If she makes eye contact with you, she smiles and holds out her impressive collection.]

Aren't these lovely? Please, take one!

Threaded | Flat

Madhuri, the Bride | Open!

Alastor | Hazbin Hotel

Denji | Open!