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thecapitol2013-12-28 03:24 pm
saisamour) wrote in thecapitol2013-12-28 03:24 pm
Entry tags:
- commander shepard,
- joan watson,
- sigma klim,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- wesker,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ cosette,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ dr. holiday,
- ✘ enjolras,
- ✘ eponine thenardier,
- ✘ gabriel,
- ✘ garrus vakarian,
- ✘ homura akemi,
- ✘ ian gallagher,
- ✘ jack atlas,
- ✘ john a. zoidberg,
- ✘ kevin prentiss,
- ✘ marius pontmercy,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ the creature,
- ✘ the disciple,
- ✘ venus dee milo
[OPEN] WEDDINGS!
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.
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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"No. I don't."
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"What-... Then what's the point?"
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Someone probably did.
"...I'm only 13."
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"I'm a guy and I wanted to catch the damn thing!"
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All creatures shall make merry upon pain of death, after all. Even if it wasn't spoken out loud, it was obvious to Homura that it was the point of the evening. And she knew, also, her death in this place - her true death - would allow for certain others from her world, those more piable, more selfless and willing to help others, to take her place.
That was a possibility which she simply wouldn't allow.
"I'm sure you'll come to understand what I mean."
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He just stared down at the demented child. Yes, he got the gist of what she was saying and it was entirely possible that she had been in this place much longer than him, which was saying something in regards to her age, but.
Still.
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"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."
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Oh and look, he missed the bouquet because of your black eyeliner, Evanescence crap.
"... Maybe if you actually tried to have fun, you would."
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Silly angel, eyeliner's for emos!"I don't need to have fun. My purpose here is clear."
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"Self-preservation."
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