thecapitol | I am the man who would fight for your honor

Who| Albert, Jet, their friends, all the Tributes, stylists, mentors, etc.
What| Albert & Jet get married!
Where| The Tiberius Ainsworth Memorial Atrium
When| Saturday, October 25th
Warnings/Notes| N/A?

With the change of the seasons, the sun seems to set at an earlier hour everyday. As such, by the time four o'clock rolls around, the sky over the mountains has taken on a deep orange hue. The evening is cloudless and promises a beautiful starry night for whoever is bold enough to stay up late enough to see it. It is truly a splendid evening, the perfect day for the joining of two hearts.

The atrium was decorated in black, silver, and gold color schemes, with tasteful bursts of metallic and random abundances of orchids in vibrant, tropical hues. The attendees were led to seats on either side of the aisle and the numerous media figures prepped themselves at the back of the atrium. A beautiful melody played and the members of the wedding party walked down the aisle.

Once the ceremony was finished and the officiant pronounced Albert & Jet legally married, the guests were instructed to throw confetti and disperse into the reception area.

The cameras are rolling, the music is playing, and it's time to kick back and celebrate. As a wedding gift, the Capitol has lifted the curfew for the night, so feel free to dance the night away!

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Leaning against the bar with a glass of wine in his hand, Albert had been surveying the dance floor after his first and only few dances with his new husband. He loves Jet more than anything, but dancing is just not a skill Albert was destined to have, which leaves him content to simply watch the more graceful put aside any worries for awhile. The young boy with the blue arrows certainly seems to be enjoying himself, gliding all around the dance area with the fluid grace of a martial artist more than a dancer, but he's entertaining to watch nonetheless. It only takes Albert a moment to put what he knows from Zuko and the arena footage together and realize this is the boy that the prince had claimed protection over.

And hours later, with some of the guests more raucous with drink and the younger ones shuffling off to bed, that's what makes Albert approach Aang with a smile and an aim of keeping him from dropping right out of his chair. "It's alright if you want to go to bed, we won't be offended."

"Oh!"

Aang blushes, having been caught dozing. And by one of the grooms! How embarrassing.

He straightens up, giving Albert a sheepish smile and trying (and failing) to blink his sleepiness away. "No! No, I've never been to a wedding before. I'd like to be able to see it all." He is going to fall asleep under a table if he keeps it up, but he's a kid and kids are dumb sometimes. "Congratulations on getting married, sir."

"There isn't much left to see, honestly. Jet and I will probably be heading back to the tower soon too." And since the party is for them, that sort of marks the end even if he suspects that the remaining Capitolites who keep grabbing more drinks and Tributes trying to take advantage of the lifted curfew will continue to do so long after the couple of honor has gone.

At Aang's congratulations, Albert smiles broadly. He doesn't usually, any smile he gives generally being more reticent and with a hint of melancholy or stress to it, but tonight he's completely unfettered. "Thank you. It's been a long time coming. I hope you've enjoyed yourself tonight. I saw you dancing, you're very graceful."

"Thanks! We danced a lot back home, so it's just learning a different style." He perks up, giving his own bright smile, but he still seems droopy at the edges, like he's ready to curl up and fall asleep right in his chair. "I had a lot of fun! Everything was really nice, and not in the weird forced way the other parties are." That's how he knows it's real. Because the smiles and the laughter from the tributes in the room are real.

He lets out a soft laugh, folding his hands in his lap before giving a sheepish smile. "I'm actually kind of surprised it's lasted as long as it has. I've never been to a wedding, but my friends who have say they usually only last a couple hours. But those are Air Nomad weddings." And the few that happened were usually beautiful but modest, or so he was told.

"Really? Perhaps you can tell me about that sometime." He's curious about Aang's world. Whatever the Capitol puts on television about it is garbled at best, not that he ever trusts what the Capitol says in regards to their homeworlds. They were mostly wrong concerning him, after all.

"Some weddings can be much more low key, but I don't think they do anything low key around here." Though for once, that suits him just fine. German weddings have always been large and boisterous celebrations. It would almost be like home if it weren't for the strange clothes, the frivolous attitudes, and the threat of death looming over them. Well, that last one is familiar. "It all just depends on what the couple wants."

"Sure! Whenever you like." Aang likes talking about his world. It allows him to cling to familiarity when he's in a world that is fundamentally different from his own.

"And you wanted this?" The man seems happy, so he's guessing it's a yes and not a 'the Capitol made me.' He perks, but despite his interest, he has to stifle a yawn. Poor baby is tired. "That's good. I wasn't sure if they'd let you choose stuff."

"Mostly, yes." Maybe not so big with so many strangers, but the Tributes get to blow off steam and so it serves its own purpose. At Aang's yawn, Albert stops himself from progressing the conversation and smiles gently.

"We can talk more some other time, for now I really think you had better head off to bed or someone will end up having to carry you."

"That obvious, huh?"

Aang props his head up in his hands and gives Albert a smile, even as his eyelids are drooping. "I stayed up a whole night once. Not because I wanted to, but I still did it." He says it with just a little bit of the childish pride little boys and girls have when they've done adult things, like staying up late or trying a sip of wine. He has to stifle another yawn. "But you're probably right. I'm glad this was mostly what you wanted."

Albert finds it far more adult to get tired by nine and be in bed by ten, but Aang just seems to proud that he lets it go with a chuckle. "Thank you, I am too. And I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Now off to bed, I don't want you stumbling into Peacekeepers on the way to the tower."

He wishes he could get to know Aang a little better, but right now isn't the time, not with his head continually slipping down in a poorly directed attempt to reach a pillow.

"Okay, you're right." Aang gets to his feet, stifling yet another yawn. "It was nice meeting you. I hope you have many happy years of marriage."

He'd like to keep meeting new people, to talk to all of them and learn about their worlds and life stories, but little growing boys really need their sleep, so he'll go and do that.

I am the man who would fight for your honor

Later

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