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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.]
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:
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?
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.
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...?
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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[Still wearing that sly smirk on his face, the prince raised a glowing hand.]
I think I can manage a swift and stealthy exit. With just a few short portals I could get us home in less than a minute and no one would be the wiser.
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[Also give Alastor a break after his chicanery.]
Let's hop back to base, then, you little lovey dove.
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[And without further notice, Stolas silently teleported them away.]
[Back at the owl's treehouse, the pair of love birds really did a number on the place. They took full advantage of being the only two home, leaving a trail of gray feathers scattered throughout the many rooms. By the clothes being tossed about haphazardly it appeared that someone could hardly contain themselves the moment they arrived. One could easily trace their path through the house by the different states of the mess that was left behind. It all led back into the Goetic Prince's bed room where the two were currently recovering from sampling every conceivable surface.
Curled up on the imp's chest, Stolas basked in the soothing afterglow. Everything felt so right laying next to Blitzø. Simply just... listening to the sound of him breathing as he peacefully closed his eyes. Stolas lets out a long content sigh as a claw made lazy circles along the red and white boarders of the imp's skin.]
Another spectacular performance, Blitz. I don't think I will be able to feel my legs until morning.
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It was a fun little goal to make you hit all those different high and low notes.
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[Stolas chuckle, nuzzling the imp before relaxing into the embrace. Letting out a long exhale, the goetic demon flattens his hand on Blitzø's chest as he closed his eyes.]
Today was fun, wasn't it? Sometimes it doesn't feel real, like all this is just a dream. And... maybe it is. Certainly one I don't wish to wake from.
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[He shrugs, brushing it off like it doesn't bother him.
But Stolas is up against his chest. Stolas can hear directly that huge spike in heart rate, ratting him out as a liar.]
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Dream or not, I know what I feel is real. I love you, Blitz. That is something no one can take from me.
[Stolas place a soft kiss on top of Blitzø’s knuckles.]
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"No you don't", he nearly said, before closing his mouth again. "For now maybe" also got halted. "Until I fuck it up." "Until you realize you hate me." "Until you find someone good for you."
But he didn't want to fuck it up. Shit. Here they were, having had a nice time, and his stupid fucking brain was spiraling.
With a nervous inhale and exhale, Blitzø bonked his head on top of Stolas', curling tighter around him and his tail slithering around the owl's chest in a hug.]
...Thanks.
[It was fucking lame, but in the absolute shitstorm that was his brain, it was the only thing he could retrieve.]
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However... Blitzø wasn't running for the hills. He was still there. That was enough. Stolas wasn't accepting him to say it back. Simply the prince just smiled as he nuzzled his feathers against the imp's skin.]
Sorry Blitz... I didn't mean to burden you with my feelings. I have known for quite some time the depth of how I felt about you. In Via's dream, when you reached out to hold her hand, in the moment I knew...
I love you. I'll say it how ever many times you need.
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[Urgh. He pets at Stolas' head feathers, trying to convey... something. Even he's not sure what. But it's not resentment, whatever it is.]
...Ugh. I'm a mess. That's all. I don't feel like it's a burden or whatever. I'm just the fucked up one.
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We all are a bit broken, aren't we? Doing our best to pull ourselves together. It may not be much but... I'm here for you Blitz. In whatever fashion you need me.
[The owl gave the imp's shoulder a gentle peck.]
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Yeah. And you already saw that I'd jump headfirst into finding you too.
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[Stolas cooed as he gave Blitzø another playful peck on his shoulder before settling back down. There was a moment of silence while the goetia thought to himself. Eventually he lets out a breath that he didn't know he was holding.]
You've quite literally been inside my head. Seen the ugliness that lays there. Yet despite everything, you're still here. [Stolas tilts his head to glance up at Blitzø.] I want to get to know you better, Blitz. I hope one day you'll trust me enough to let me see. But till then, I'll patiently wait for you to be ready.
[Leaning forward, the owl nuzzled the tip of his beak against the imp's temple, sneaking one more kiss before retracting back to being the big spoon.]
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[As far as he saw it, it was a couple of assholes living rent free in Stolas' head. Assholes that were objectively wrong.
Not like the people that lurked in Blitzø's memory. Not like the people that were right about him.]
Nothing ugly about being sad and lonely. Feels like shit, but it doesn't make you an ugly person at all.
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Stolas gave the imp's hand a small squeeze and he smiled softly to himself.]
Oh Blitz.... you have no idea what it means to me to hear you say that. You make me feel wanted. [Stolas let's a beat pass before adding.] Have you ever thought about it? Getting married, I mean.
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[He'll squeeze Stolas' talons back. Getting married... that kind of thing mattered a LOT to Stolas, the whole romance thing did. Could he commit to something like that? Would a divorce be just another word for breakup, given how nasty his breakups always were?
It was hard to tell. None of it felt real, when he tried to picture himself in a steady, romantic and healthy relationship. He couldn't picture himself a groom, he couldn't imagine growing old and being a dad and maybe a grandpa, he couldn't conceive of the idea of a normal life going by day by day, where he was both happy and also entirely himself.]
Not because I hate it or I'm scared of it or anything. I just can't picture it.
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[The owl hums thoughtfully, completely unaware of the storm brewing himself that impish head of his.]
I thought you might have given it some consideration given that you are so family focused. You make a wonderful father. I can only imagine you being a equally wonderful partner.
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[He can't say anything there, not what he really thinks, that'll just start a spiral, won't it? He really wasn't in the mood to keep down this road anyway. Subject change it is.]
Kids are so fucking cute. I remember bringing Loonie home. I was excited, but she was just tired - she about punched my head in when I walked into her room with a drink for her. Learned real quick not to just barge into her space.
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[Stolas chuckled awkwardly trying to invision it. Surely he had to be there to fully understand what he meant. Though, Via also had her moments. With her choice of music and clothes... All apart of raising a moody teenager.]
They grow up so fast. I fear the day Via will be old enough to leave the nest. Don't know what I'll do with myself.
[His final song sung...]
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Via can start dating once she's forty and married.
[The owl huffs, his feathers ruffling slightly. Though... he didn't want her to go down the same path he did. Forced to be chained by the weighty expectations of being a goetia. Caged in a loveless marriage bond by duty. With his last breath he would fight to protect her from such a fate.]
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I'll be right there with my pistol to make sure no one pulls any funny business, though. I should get Via a gun actually... I could take her out for target practice.
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And I think my little owlette has proven she can protect herself. Though I wouldn't mind an extra set of eyes on her.
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I wonder if you would be this enthusiastic if it was Loona we were talking about dating.
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