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apocalypsehowcomm2023-04-09 06:07 pm
ruevealing) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2023-04-09 06:07 pm
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[open log - it's a wedding!]
Who: Rue, Hob, and everyone else! Even if you don’t know the couple personally, Rue will not be throwing anyone out.
When: Evening of April 9th
Where: On ADI grounds
Summary: A fey wedding! Come take a break from all of the usual drama to dance, drink, and be merry!
Warnings: n/a
[After months of extensive planning, the day is finally here. To all those personally invited or who just so happen to stumble upon the lovely outdoor tent on ADI property, they’ll all be welcomed as anticipated guests to join in the celebration.
For how lavishly Rue had lived prior to this realm, the wedding is elegant in its pure simplicity, all creams and ivories splashed with the bright color of wildflowers, golden lights twinkling in every corner of the spacious tent. The decor is all fresh flowers and gentle lights, nothing over-the-top or excessive, just a pretty, aromatic backdrop for the ceremony taking place.]
[Mingling]
[Is it any surprise that fey weddings are a touch more eclectic in their traditions than most humans might expect?
Upon arrival, all guests are invited to pick up a smooth stone, small enough to fit easily into even the smallest of palms. The game then becomes being sneaky enough to slip that stone into someone else’s pocket without being caught. Fey tradition dictates that if you manage it without suspicion, that person shall be blessed with good luck for the rest of the year. But get caught and it backfires only on the gifter themself, who is then cursed with bad luck for the next ten years.
(It’s only a silly fey game, of course, take the gift of good and bad luck with a grain of salt. ..Though you never quite know for certain in a place like this, do you?)
After the ceremony, in an imitation of one of the more bloody and violent goblin customs, bird-shaped confetti is rained down on the guests, tiny, edible doves to either politely brush out of your hair or to catch and eat. Collect more than anyone else and you just may be named Destroyer of Doves for the rest of the evening, a title that comes with a small crown and sash. (Goblin traditions are something else.)]
[Reception]
[The ceremony itself is brief, fey promises are already binding, no other long-winded declaration of vows or exchange of gifts are needed, the words Rue and Hob speak are weighty enough.
But the true celebration follows immediately after, an after party that lasts long through the night, with music, drinks, and nonstop dancing. Feel free to drag a friend onto the dance floor or stand awkwardly on the sidelines, waiting to be bullied into dancing the macarena. You can try to use the tender environment to strike up a conversation with your crush or maybe just challenge your rival to see who can Cha Cha Slide best.
Or, if you’re truly opposed to dancing, you could grab one of the delicately painted eggs in a basket by the entrance. They weigh next to nothing, and the instructions are simple: throw it at someone. Ideally a someone that you’re fond of, but it doesn’t have to be. Regardless of whether the egg is chucked out of affection or malice, it will break with a puff of perfume and a spray of colorful confetti.
When you leave, don’t forget to grab your gift bag! Rue’s prepared small bags for anyone who attends, invited or otherwise, filled with all of your wedding gift bag essentials! Included is a mini bottle of champagne, a decorative baggie of jordan almonds, and a small paperweight with a spray of the same wildflowers preserved within it.]
When: Evening of April 9th
Where: On ADI grounds
Summary: A fey wedding! Come take a break from all of the usual drama to dance, drink, and be merry!
Warnings: n/a
[After months of extensive planning, the day is finally here. To all those personally invited or who just so happen to stumble upon the lovely outdoor tent on ADI property, they’ll all be welcomed as anticipated guests to join in the celebration.
For how lavishly Rue had lived prior to this realm, the wedding is elegant in its pure simplicity, all creams and ivories splashed with the bright color of wildflowers, golden lights twinkling in every corner of the spacious tent. The decor is all fresh flowers and gentle lights, nothing over-the-top or excessive, just a pretty, aromatic backdrop for the ceremony taking place.]
[Mingling]
[Is it any surprise that fey weddings are a touch more eclectic in their traditions than most humans might expect?
Upon arrival, all guests are invited to pick up a smooth stone, small enough to fit easily into even the smallest of palms. The game then becomes being sneaky enough to slip that stone into someone else’s pocket without being caught. Fey tradition dictates that if you manage it without suspicion, that person shall be blessed with good luck for the rest of the year. But get caught and it backfires only on the gifter themself, who is then cursed with bad luck for the next ten years.
(It’s only a silly fey game, of course, take the gift of good and bad luck with a grain of salt. ..Though you never quite know for certain in a place like this, do you?)
After the ceremony, in an imitation of one of the more bloody and violent goblin customs, bird-shaped confetti is rained down on the guests, tiny, edible doves to either politely brush out of your hair or to catch and eat. Collect more than anyone else and you just may be named Destroyer of Doves for the rest of the evening, a title that comes with a small crown and sash. (Goblin traditions are something else.)]
[Reception]
[The ceremony itself is brief, fey promises are already binding, no other long-winded declaration of vows or exchange of gifts are needed, the words Rue and Hob speak are weighty enough.
But the true celebration follows immediately after, an after party that lasts long through the night, with music, drinks, and nonstop dancing. Feel free to drag a friend onto the dance floor or stand awkwardly on the sidelines, waiting to be bullied into dancing the macarena. You can try to use the tender environment to strike up a conversation with your crush or maybe just challenge your rival to see who can Cha Cha Slide best.
Or, if you’re truly opposed to dancing, you could grab one of the delicately painted eggs in a basket by the entrance. They weigh next to nothing, and the instructions are simple: throw it at someone. Ideally a someone that you’re fond of, but it doesn’t have to be. Regardless of whether the egg is chucked out of affection or malice, it will break with a puff of perfume and a spray of colorful confetti.
When you leave, don’t forget to grab your gift bag! Rue’s prepared small bags for anyone who attends, invited or otherwise, filled with all of your wedding gift bag essentials! Included is a mini bottle of champagne, a decorative baggie of jordan almonds, and a small paperweight with a spray of the same wildflowers preserved within it.]
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How is dear Winter doing?
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"Uh. He's - doing really well. I brought him, I'm sure he'll turn up and congratulate you. You did such a lovely job for his birthday."
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"I will keep an eye out for him. I hope you both get a dance in before the night is over." Whether Rue means with each other or not, well, that's up to Steve's interpretation.
"I must confess, dearest, I am quite fond of him. He's a good man, with a gentle heart. I can see how you both must have been drawn to one another."
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But not self-conscious enough to keep from saying, "I'm pretty fond of him, too, yeah. It's - I'm just better with him around. That's always been true, my whole life."
He glances over at Hob, then at Rue. "That's how these things are supposed to work, right?" You find someone that makes you better, and you try to hold onto them.
Even if you make some mistakes along the way.
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"It is. My Hob has brought out the very best of me, helped me see that being my true, authentic self was the only way to live. I fear that if we had never met, I would still be hiding behind an elven glamour, pretending to be someone I am not."
They beam over at Hob, then to wherever Winter is out there among the crowd, and then back at Steve, knowingly. "I spent my whole life hating my claws, until I saw his. Because how could I hate in myself what I found so beautiful in him? Love makes us all better, it allows us to find the beauty we had always failed to see in ourselves before."
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He wishes he could give Winter that kind of ending.
"That's - beyond wise," he admits, finally, smiling up at Rue. "I don't think a lot of people would realize that kind of thing for themselves.
He nods toward Winter. "He always put up with me, even when I was being a pain in the ass. I could always count on him. I let him down, badly, but I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to him, if he'll let me."
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Rue doesn't consider themself wise in the slightest, just lucky to have met their handsome match who taught them so much.
Their attention follows Steve's to Winter, smiling off towards the other man. "I do not think that will ever be in question, my dear. He clearly enjoys having you by his side, as he should." And just a touch cheekily, "Perhaps in some time, you shall be here in my position, hm?"
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Steve laughs a little, clearly embarrassed, even if there's a not-so-small part of him that isn't really embarrassed, thinking about it. "I don't know," he hums, but it's far less because he isn't sure about how he feels and much more because he isn't sure that's a thing Winter would ever want. He feels like it's too precious to risk by asking, but maybe that's just because he feels like it's precious, period.
"But if we do, I know who the wedding planner's gonna be. Their name stars with 'R' and ends with 'e.'"
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Their smile is all the proof Steven needs to know that Rue is simply teasing, their whole expression radiant in their happiness.
"Whatever you do, just choose happiness. Nothing else matters as much as that."
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His laughter dies down into a soft smile, though, as he lefts out a breath. "I guess it doesn't. That's... one thing I've been trying to learn. I'm just a little slow on the uptake, sometimes."
But he feels like he'd been getting there, on his own.
"It helps," he finally adds. "Seeing other people get it." Like Rue and Hob.
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Without warning, the owlbear closes the distance between themself and Steve, before dragging the man into their wings for a tight hug. It's stronger than they normally allow themself to handle a human, but Rue has a feeling Steve can take it, their paws delicately resting at his broad shoulders, their wings cascading down his back.
"Don't give up on yourself. I can see so much joy in your future." And then, just a touch more teasingly, though still with all of the genuine sincerity they can muster, "And I am very much excited to plan your wedding one day. It will be so beautiful."
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He's not the kind of guy who's ever thought much about his future with specific regard to joy. He thinks that might have been changing, before he'd gotten here... and now he's here, and things are bad, but also good, in ways he couldn't have ever predicted. Or even imagined.
"Well. It'd better be, if you plan it," he teases back, gently, but mostly because for Steve, teasing like that is one of the ways he shows he cares. It had always been the safest way, after all, with Bucky.
"Thank you," he finally adds, softly, slowly. As genuinely as a person can be.
"But today is your special day, and I should let you get back to it."
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Because of everything. The wedding, their Hob, and the presence of all of their dearest friends. It's all Rue has ever wanted.
Finally, they release him, with one more gentle squeeze of their paws, their big eyes shining with delight.
"Enjoy yourself. We shall talk more later."
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"I will. You make sure you do the same." As if there's any other option, here and now, of course, at their own wedding.
Steve grins, then slips away, off to find some refreshments - and Winter - and let Rue enjoy some time with the rest of their guests.