[OPEN] WEDDINGS!

[saisamour]

Who| OPEN to all. Starters in the comments!
What| Marius and Cosette's garden wedding
Where| Aphrodisia Garden
When| 28th December, evening
Warnings/Notes| Dubious consent of the garter toss kind



On that breezy and festive night, the Aphrodisia Garden blazes radiantly enough to blot out the light of the crescent moon and the stars.

The wedding ceremony itself progresses without a hiccup; first is the procession, and then Maximus escorts the bride down the aisle in her blue-and-floral wedding gown; Marius ends up crying a little; vows are exchanged; a kiss is made; a union in love promised never to be broken. And soon, the reception begins.

Yellow-white fairy lights curl and twinkle around the trunk of every tree in sight, while bright bulbs encased in glass jars hang from their branches. To one side is the plentiful buffet table, the succulent aroma of meats and fruit wafting through its surrounding area. Crystal chandeliers spaced at about a meter apart shedding their light onto the meticulously-plated food and intricately-designed dessert towers interspersed in-between white-gold candelabrums. Any empty space on the white-clothed table has been covered with the same glass jars that hang above the guest's heads, a solitary candle burning brightly inside each.

The circular guest tables seat eight persons each, the tablecloth woven with dark-green moss. A thin trunk wrapped in twinkle lights protruding from the center of the table and ending with a bouquet of flowers, fruit, and leaves serves as the centerpiece. More flowers of varied colors and sizes are scattered underneath the table, giving off a mild, floral scent that carries throughout the rest of the garden.

On the opposite end of the garden is a small, man-made river with a bridge arching over it. The lights of the festivities reflect on its rippled surface, seemingly transforming it into a river of gold.

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DINNER

[saisamour]

The buffet table is filled with delectable looking dishes, spanning several eras but all with a Capitol flair of some sort. Decadence is the number one theme when it comes to all of the dishes, some in colors that look far too unnatural to be... well... natural. Avoxes are stationed along the line, serving whatever one could ask for, while others bring drinks to the guests at their tables.

The tables themselves are on a first come, first seated basis. Seeing as the couple, nor their escorts, had any idea just how many people would actually attend the wedding, they had not bothered with seating charts. However, there’s ample room for all, with even extra seats that will likely remain empty all evening.

Each seat has a gift for the attendee at it. A charm attached to a fresh pink rose with a ribbon tied around, a love quote written on the ribbon.

The happily wedded couple sits at a master table at the head of it all, not even having to get up for their own food-- but also like being put on display for the rest of the party to see.

The Creature | OTA

[isthistheregion]

The stylists have done what they could with the limited time they had... and the style constraints. Formal wear still means suits, and so they could not -- in their minds, anyway -- play up the Creature's monstrousness or allude too much to what they see as his savagery.

If they couldn't cover his scars and sutures, they have at least covered up his red spots and bruises, and removed the patchy hair from his scalp, giving him a cleaner appearance. And he is wearing a suit, stylistically more in line with Marius and Cosette's time than modern day, with a high collar and a top hat. But the pièce de résistance, according to the stylists, is the cane they had fashioned for him: black and silver, and topped with a crystal skull. That, along with his cravat pin, hints at the color of his eyes.

For the Creature's part, he would not even be here if it hadn't been forced on him, and he is content to be left alone, which is how most of the Capitol citizens seem content to leave him. Still, he can't help noticing just how wide of a berth they give him when they notice him, or how they whisper to one another while still in earshot.

He chooses a seat at one of the few remaining empty tables, and examines the rose. Undoes the ribbon and smoothes it out in his hands to read the quote.

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.

He wants to fling the table over and set fire to the centerpieces.

[wantwhatiwant]

Ian sat with a plate of food, his escort was closely monitoring his alcohol intake but he had been determined to be good anyways. Marius was his friend and this was his day.

It wasn't like any wedding Ian had been to before. Good probably because the extravagance brought back more memories of crowning and other events here than the last wedding he had been to. Mickey's wedding.

He smiled whenever he saw Marius and Cosette, happy together. Happiness he figured, was in very short supply here in this world where people were stolen and forced to fight to the death. Being married wouldn't end their pain, wouldn't stop them dying. But they deserved their day, and Ian was glad they got it.

OTA

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

Her food is picked over and even if she's managed to sit in her ridiculous dress, the constriction still made her want to scream and tear at it. The Disciple does not. She knows more than ever that she has to at least play the part. Yet for all she is here, she cannot force herself to even ask after what this ceremony means. Such pomp and circumstance when really all that is needed is the exchange of rings. It makes her sick, more sick really. Her stomach churns.

The food is lovely and surely tasty but she cannot really bring herself to eat it when she's sure she'll throw it up later.

Her fingers play with the ribboned rose and the little charm until the knot comes apart. She doesn't read the whole quote but the words she can see make her pull the ribbon free and hold it out taut.

Don't brood. Get on with living and loving. You don't have forever.

She crumples it in her hands and looks up for anything, anyone to distract her.

BOUQUET TOSS

[saisamour]

In this place, Cosette found it hard to wrap her mind around why exactly they’d be wanting to do a bouquet toss. However, her escort insisted that she continue the tradition and so, she made her way to the spot designated, waiting for the crowd to form around her. It all seemed rather silly, but she tried her best not to concern herself too much with it all.

It’s what the Capitol wanted, after all, and with their generosity, she couldn’t deny them the silly things they insisted upon. So, waiting for her cue, she readied the bouquet and as soon as she got the go ahead, she was tossing it behind her into the throng of women that had gathered.

Re: BOUQUET TOSS

[iflipmyhair]

Among the girls corralled into the banquet toss was Homura. She didn't seem excited; rather, she decided that she wasn't going to catch the bouquet. She probably could have, if she felt like it, but in her mind, the wedding was little more than a means of keeping the populace's mind off of more important matters. Bread and circuses and sappy, romantic weddings.

So when the bouquet was tossed, she made a brisk trot towards it - slow enough to not actually catch it, but fast enough to make it look like she was trying. She also brought her hands up to heighten the illusion.

[casaerotica13]

Excuse the hell out of him, ladies and anyone that happens to be in the way.

Weddings. He loves weddings. Well, Gabriel loves a lot of things, but he's always been partial to feel good celebrations. Like weddings. Drinking, dancing, eating, love, it was so nice. Especially for these mortal guys who had that clock always ticking away over their heads. Not like they had eternity or anything, so he was in full support of becoming a partner with your best friend. It was so nice.

So, yes. Gabriel was having a grand old time. He had been sitting at a table after his wonderful meal, trying and failing to strike up a decent conversation with one of his escorts, when out of the corner of his eye... flowers were flying in the air. He managed to plow down the poor escort and was determined to tackle anyone else in the way to catch that thing.

It was mostly because he knew others wanted to catch it...

GARTER TOSS

[saisamour]

When Marius's escort explains to them, at his own request, the nuances of the garter toss, he immediately turns a bright shade of red and says, in a firm and scornful tone, "I refuse."

Cosette has, perhaps, turned the same shade of red, turning her gaze to her escort, then back to his. It doesn’t sound at all appealing to her either, seeing as she thinks those sorts of things should be left for the bedroom and hardly at all appropriate for the public eye. She looks back at her own escort pleadingly. “Is there any way we could avoid this? It’s a little too much…”

"Nonsense! It will be fun." Marius's escort answers for both of them, flashing gold teeth at the couple, seemingly ignorant of their distress. "Besides, it's Capitol tradition! You don't want to disappoint your fans and sponsors, do you?"

A chill runs up Marius's spine at that. He's fairly certain his escort did not mean it as a threat, but that is how he takes it, nonetheless; there will always be the danger of losing Cosette. He loathes how the Capitol controls him, but for his love's safety there is little he will not endure.

He glances at Cosette then, a little helplessly, his eyes communicating, What must we do?

Cosette seems a little distressed at that comment, but her own escort is nodding eagerly along with Marius’s. Sponsors and fans, everything revolves around them in this place and she’s learned this in her short time here. Squeezing his hand, she nods slightly. “Ah… If it’s Capitol tradition, my love… I would hate to offend them after they’ve been so-- generous.”

Marius looks like he's about to protest; instead, he returns the squeeze, a little more tightly perhaps than intended, takes a deep, long breath, releases it, and gets on one knee. He's still bright red in the face when he says, without looking up at Cosette, "Ah... My love... I think you might need to l-lift... lift your skirts... a little..."

The crowd that had started to gather around after their escorts so kindly announced the toss was enough to make her flush down her neck. She nods, just a little, gathering her skirts into her hands as she lifts it so he can even find her leg in the whole mess of fabric.

Marius swallows the lump forming in his throat and raises trembling hands to reach for the garter, trying to make as little contact as possible with Cosette's stockinged leg. After what seems for him to be aeons, the lacy fabric brushes against his fingers, and he breathes out a small sigh of relief as he pulls it downwards, taking care to be as gentle as he could be.

His hands are still shaking as he leads the garter lower against her thigh, and amidst the embarrassment and horror that he feels is his abhorrence towards the Capitol growing tenfold. Marius has never even thought himself capable of detesting anyone or anything so strongly, and yet, in this very moment, he swears that he loathes the Capitol as much as he loves the lady before him.

Cosette hadn’t realized it was possible to blush quite this much, going as far as hiding her face in her hands as soon as his were under her skirt. Was it possible that they could have made this worse? She couldn’t imagine such a thing, truly. There’s actually a small squeak as he lowers the garter further.

Marius immediately tenses when he hears the squeak, and he glances up, through the white lace and pink-and-red flower prints and blue fabric, at Cosette, brows worried and appearing mildly panicked. “A-Am I hurting you?”

“No!” Her answer is quick and in a very high pitched tone, though still soft enough so that not many would hear. She peeks at him through her fingers, not daring to lower her hands at all. “No, do not worry-- I am alright.”

He nods once, catching her gaze through her fingers, then holds his breath and pulls the garter the rest of the way down. It snags on her shoe, much to his horror, but he manages to untangle it after some fussing.

The crimson has spread to his ears and the back of his neck, and he finds it near-impossible to meet Cosette's eye after that, as if he is at fault for causing her much embarrassment in front of the guests. He does reach out for her hand, however, and entwines his fingers in hers, holding onto her as if he would fall apart if she let go.

Oh, but she could die of embarrassment as the garter snags on her shoe. She patiently waits for him to get it off and as soon as he grabs her hand? She squeezes back, holding his hand just as tightly. After a moment, she mentions quietly: “I believe you’re meant to throw it now, my love.”

His eyes widen at that, as if he had just realized that they are still in the middle of a customary practice. He flashes her a trembling smile of gratitude, his hand still in hers as he tosses the garter into the air.

He hopes it does not fall straight into anyone’s eye.

Re: GARTER TOSS

[akingalways]

Despite his own sudden and newfound anger at the Capitol, Jack still knew better than to refuse to come and pretend he was happy. Plus, it was a wedding, a social event, and he knew that his Tributes could use all the help they could get. If this included being a social butterfly, well, so be it.

So he's among the men in the garter line, all of them (well, some of them) looking ready to participate in catching that which had been around the fair Cosette's thigh. Looking at some of them, it was very clear some of them just wanted it for a souvenir. Fans, as it were.

Jack frowned. If he caught it, he would make sure it would be returned to Cosette expeditiously.

Re: GARTER TOSS

[president_evil]

PLOP.

Not in someone's eye, but worse still, perhaps. The frothy bit of fragile lace sailed over the gaggle of hopeful males and dropped into the wine glass of one Albert Wesker.

Turning from the sponsor that had found himself lucky enough to be seated by such a recent victor - the man had brought up Redfield, who, Wesker had noticed had not been among the returning this arena, and had won himself a fraction of Wesker's attention - he stared at his glass as if it were some small, pale creature that had decided to take a swim in his beverage.

A chorus of laughter went from those close enough to see - that softened and stuttered from those closer still when his lip curled.

Reaching for an unoccupied plate, he dumped the wine into a bloody puddle and plucked the garter (a pale, vile creature) from the center. Without a moment's pause he tossed it back toward the fray and set the plate aside, telling the Avox that immediately glided up to fetch him a fresh glass.

CAKE CUTTING

[saisamour]

Marius gets white icing on his nose.

It is not Cosette's fault; rather, it is his own, for turning his head slightly to one side in a pitiful attempt to supposedly make it easier for his bride to get the cake into his mouth. He laughs nervously in embarrassment, then raises his own fork—the piece of cake is almost non-existent in it, for he desires not to smear icing on Cosette's face and he has always been rather clumsy—and raises it to her lips.

After the applause from the Capitol guests—and perhaps some Tributes too, Marius cannot tell from the glare of the light above them—slices of vanilla-flavored wedding cake is passed on to the tables for consumption.

[doc_holi]

The ceremony went by pretty quickly, of course. These people liked the party aspect, anyway, and Holiday wasn't exactly against that. This had been the first real time she felt like her alcoholism was actually becoming a problem, because out of every step the bride took down the aisle and every syllable spoken through their vows, she just got thirstier and thirstier.

Weddings. What fool would have a wedding in a place like this? Either this was arranged or they were idiots, screaming to the Capitol, "This is the one I love most! If you threaten them, you control me!" She hated them. To feel so happy and free in this world with someone they loved. She hated them.

Rebecca hardly touched dinner aside from her wine glass, which had been refilled during the meal. She hadn't taken part in the bouquet toss or that stupid garter belt thing. Now, she just watched them cut their beautiful cake - the daggers in her eyes much duller now to the couple - while she finished off her fourth or fifth glass of the evening. She wasn't one to keep count.

FIRST DANCE/DANCING

[saisamour]

The first dance opens with a waltz instrumental, which is obviously a Capitol wedding planner's attempts at incorporating the Paris of Marius and Cosette's days into the overall theme, given that neither of them has heard of the song until now.

In the middle of the newly-wed's dance, it begins to rain strips of paper, yellow-orange against the light. One of them slaps against Marius's face, and when he peels it off to read it, it says, in elegant script written in dark pen ink, "To be fond of dancing is a certain step towards falling in love."

The words of love on paper strips continue to rain even as the dance floor opens for the rest of the guests and the music takes on a more modern Capitol flavor, each strip presenting them with quotes spanning from relatively-recent years ("Love is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future,") to eras of long, long ago. ("If you wish to be loved, love.")

for Karkat since I promised

[69problems]

The Signless lets Karkat lead him out onto the floor once the Capitol music swings back around to something slow. He isn't terribly interested in dancing, especially at this strange matesprit ceremony he still doesn't entirely understand the point of, but Karkat insisted. He seems to think it'll help Signless 'stop moping for five fucking seconds' and is therefore worth attempting, and Signless is just on the right side of ambivalent to let him try it.

"You know I'm not a very good dancer," he points out, brushing a strip of paper from one shoulder.

RANDOM ENTERTAINMENT

[saisamour]

There were still things to be seen, as the Capitol seemed to believe that the happy couple as the main attraction wouldn’t be nearly enough. A string quartet was notable as they played off in the corner and even more notable would be the firebreather that was intent on putting on an exciting show for anyone that would stop to watch him, interested or not.

There was plenty for the guests to entertain themselves with, much to their delight.

[knifewithnoname]

Pruna watched the firebreather with wide eyes. She had not known that such a thing would even be possible, it was like the dragon in the arena but a person. She paused in the festivities, staring at him trying to work out what he was doing. A look half calculating half of wonder on her face.

OTA!

[crabulous]

If there was one thing Zoidberg loved, it was free food, and what better place to consume free food than at a wedding? It mattered not that he knew neither of the parties being wed, he assumed he would have plenty of opportunities to mix and mingle with them later. His first priority would be the snacks. The socialization would come second.

But en route to the food, he caught sight of the band, and with a band at hand, he knew this was his chance to take the stage and serenade the guests! He was a born performer after all, and it would be criminal to keep him from his adoring public! Besides, he would never have been allowed such an opportunity back in the future! Professor and Hermes would have scolded him and Bender would have mocked him! Here in this strange backwards world of Panem he would at last have the chance to shine like the star that he was!

So he approached the quartet and instructed that they ought to follow his lead as he coughed loudly to get everyone's attention.

"Hello, friends! It's me, Doctor Zoidberg, here to serenade your happy party with a beautiful Earth song that is known to be highly romantic! Congratulations to Darius and Colleen on their happy day!" He turned back to the orchestra. "Okay, fellas! Hit it!"

And upon clearing his throat again, he burst into an off-key, warbling tune.

"Shadows grow so long before my eyes
And they're moving across the page
Suddenly the day turns into night
Far away from the city
Don't hesitate
'Cause your love won't wait..."

He paused then, as if he were waiting for the audience to join him at the chorus. Not getting the expected response, he launched into the second half of the medley.

"If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be traveling on now
There's too many places I've got to see.

But if I stayed here with you, girl,
Things just couldn't be the same.
'Cause I'm as free as a bird now,
And this bird you can not change, oh, oh, oh, oh.
And this bird will never change.
And this bird will never change!"

To cap it off, he began to strum an air guitar with his claws, frantic in his motions to reenact the struggle and glory of the classic jam. Truly, he was a sight to behold, and if Marius and Cosette did not appreciate this display, they clearly had no taste at all!

[pythianjudgment]

Terezi can't say that she's familiar with human weddings, but she's been enjoying herself none the less. Marius is one of her suite-mates, so of course she wouldn't be allowed to play hookey from this celebration. Whatever. She's not opposed to attending parties.

Her stylist has her dressed up in a light, floral piece that fits the theme quite nicely. She catches herself playing with the weird gossamer trails in her hands once or twice as she wanders about the garden.

She pauses near the firebreather, sniffing at them from a distance and grinning just a little. It reminds her of a dragon--but less fire. She wonders absently if she could learn how to do that. It smells like fun.

TOASTING/OTHER

[saisamour]

No wedding is complete without speeches and well-wishers, and for those who wish to toast the newlyweds, an Avox carrying a mic wrapped in dark-green vines and tiny, lily-white flowers is making rounds at the tables. The couple would appreciate a speech without scandalous implications, but honestly, whoever keeps their hopes up about that kind of thing are fools.

Other than speeches, the rest of the garden is open for most anything. Fancy a dip in the river? Or perhaps a bit of drunken chaos? Guests are free to explore, so long as they don't mind the potential gossip that may spread about them, oftentimes inflated and rarely accurate.

Re: TOASTING/OTHER

[the_marshal]

Wyatt didn't know the couple - recognized their faces only dimly from the Crowning, sitting beside the newest victor - and attending a stranger's wedding would have been low on his priority list even without... everything else. With it, it was at the very bottom.

Watching someone else be happy and in love.... But, of course, it was mandatory, so he sat through his stylists primping without a word, nodding along when it seemed appropriate to keep them happy. Figuring, at the very least, the sooner it started, the sooner it would end.

His escort cried at the ceremony, handsome stylish tears that sparkled down his cheeks - picking up the glitter he'd dusted himself with. Wyatt was silent and, but for the small jerk when Max appeared at the end of the aisle with the blushing, be-flowered bride on his arm, still. A hard cap on the sadness and hurt as the wedding dragged on.

By the time the reception started he'd been holding so tight to his thoughts and emotions, he was actually beginning to feel a bit numb. Like he'd cut off all the blood to his limbs and they responded now only out of habit. His hand taking a glass of champagne (between that and wine, the choice was equally unappealing) and his legs carrying him away from the tables and the chatter.

The gentle rush and splash of the water moving under the bridge wasn't quite enough to drown out the party, but he felt removed enough to breathe again. To sulk quietly by his lonesome, without fear of ruining anyone else's swell time.

(He had nothing against the couple. He just had no business being there.)

Re: TOASTING/OTHER

[gardienne]

Every time she has been upset in the Capitol, Eponine has delared to herself that that is it. That that is the worst she could possibly ever feel. That she was at rock bottom and things could only get better.

It seemed to her as if the Capitol were determined to prove her wrong.

She had been sick to the stomach since her escort had handed her her invitation, and glared at her with steely eyes and told her that she was going. She hadn't eaten. She had thrown up. She had cried and cried till there were no tears left and she was dry-sobbing noise into her pillow. And then she had run. She couldn't go. She couldn't... but Marius found her and asked her. So she had to come.

Numbly, she allowed her escort to dress her in black velvet number that accentuated her skinny waist and belled out over her hips, and she allowed her prep team to scrape back her lank, patchy hair and spray it till it shone. She allowed them to polish the cuff on her arm until it shone. And she allowed herself to be taken by the hand and led to the gardens.

Eponine had stood at the back, half hidden in the shadows as she watched Marius marry her. Her own eyes were red with tears: they burned, and they burned more as mascara got into them with her tears. With a heavy heart, she stood obediently to catch the bouquet and to watch him touch her leg - oh - her heart nearly broke! And she listened to speeches and saw the quartet and finally, finally sloped off to sit beneath a tree and simply sob the night away.

[futilecycle]

After being chased away by Eponine, Sigma stood dejectedly by the river with a glass of champagne, watching the water. The wedding had made him nostalgic for his own youth, the could-have-beens, and finding Eponine crying alone had only made things worse. He spied his own reflection and smiled wryly, turning away from the bank and downing the rest of his glass. As fun as it had been to pretend in the dream that he was still a young man, if Diana someday came here, there was no way she would recognize him nor want to be with him the way the newly wedded couple would spend the rest of their days.

He admitted to himself that he was jealous there could be love even during the Hunger Games, as there hadn't been much to treasure in his. The Doctor had done what he could to stave off loneliness and had ultimately failed. Awkwardly Sigma tried to catch the eye of whomever passed by, lifting his gaze to meet theirs long enough to invite conversation before looking away shyly. If he were honest with himself, he would know how pathetic he seemed, but worse than when Kyle pretended he didn't exist, worse than when there was only Akane to fill the void, worse than the years he'd spent locked away, Sigma felt alone.

[gunshiptotheface]

Garrus had never been to a human wedding, before this he knew nothing about the customs nor any of the progression of the ceremony. While it had been mandatory, he would've liked to have stayed at the training facility and played Skillian Five with Shepard.

In the end he couldn't escape the invitation or his designer's ostentatious designs for his formal clothing. He felt out of place, especially watching the ceremony of two tributes he didn't know, in something that he suspected should've been a very private affair. The entire ordeal left him missing Tali terribly, even if he was grateful that she was far away from this horrid place. IT left a bitter taste in his mouth and a tightness in his chest that had him taking a large water glass full of dextro-wine and finding a quiet place away from the dancing and chatter of other guests.

His feet led him to the little man-made river and it's reflected lights, where he could think quietly to himself and polish off his third glass of wine for the evening.

Enjolras; OTA

[orestes]

It's a rare occasion when Enjolras is reticent to give a speech. He doesn't consider himself fond of hearing the sound of his own voice, exactly, it's just that he usually does have something to say on any given subject. This is particularly true in the Capitol where any given topic either directly or indirectly relates back to the underlying inequality built into their societal structure, and really, any opportunity to highlight the ridiculousness, the shortsightedness of such a system is worth taking.

Weddings, however, are such an occasion on which he'd really rather just not. In fact, despite being more (or less) than supportive of Marius' decision, and even dutifully playing his role in the ceremony, he'd really rather just dissolve into the background, enjoy a quiet dinner in the happy company of his now ridiculously happy friends, and then leave before much more could be made of the day. That was, of course, not what the Capitol had intended. This would be the one day they cared to hear him talk.

The escorts had seen it necessary to coach him through this, and so it's with a practiced motion that he picks up one of the champagne flutes and knocks his salad fork against it. The clanking is delicate and piercing all the same and within a minute enough of the room's attention has been summoned. Pursing his lips, he surveys the attendees. It's probably too late to turn back now.

"I am not one for love," he begins slowly, pointedly looking anywhere aside from the happy couple or his own escort. "While I will speak endlessly to the benefits of a platonic intimacy and the bonds of brotherhood, indulgences such as romance have never, for me, held much appeal. That is not the case with Marius. Almost from the very moment he saw Cosette he became beholden to her beauty and grace -- which is, naturally, undeniable even to one such as myself who is very much not in love with her. We had a fraternity in Paris and Marius deserted us, for a time, for her. We drank in his absence, and we made jokes about him and his, and I quote, "vision of angelic splendor come to Earth so that we all might know true beauty", which I have no doubt eventually found their way to his ears. Yet, for all of our childish ribbings, he never faltered; He remained steadfastly devoted to her."

It's easier once he's going, and the sentiment is genuine even if Enjolras would have rather left it all unsaid or just told Marius directly. "And then, in Paris, she was taken from him. Circumstances had arranged themselves such that they could not be together. When that happened, he threw himself into our work, and, ultimately, into his death. Such was the power of his devotion that he was willing to die for her, for love." In actuality, he preferred the Marius of the barricades, to the lovestruck, doe-eyed spectacle before him, but that was neither here nor there for the moment. He only hoped that when the hour came, that Marius would be winning to fight again. "I am thankful that by the generosity of the Capitol, my friend can instead live for love.

"Thus, I propose a toast to Marius and his Mariette. May you live together happily, with virtue and grace," He raised his glass, continuing in French if only to play at the privacy and freedom with which he'd rather be speaking. "... And may your children live in liberty and equality. May you cherish each other, and may your love have the strength to weather whatever storms lay ahead of all of us."

[savedbyasong]

Shion stood in the garden, admiring the surroundings. Marriages in No. 6 where a subdued event. Signing of documents, nothing particularly fancy. This was more like something from one of Rat's books, Shion was used to such things in the Capitol but he found himself fascinating with the customs and traditions of the wedding.

He wondered if they were of Marius and Cosette's worlds or if it was as strange to them as it was to him. He stood watching for now.