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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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"Papa. Papa! Oh, my papa. I have made such a mess." She mumbles only vaguely coherently. "Papa. Papa. I love you."
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Uncertainly, he runs his fingers through her hair lightly, then more confidently, soothingly. As foreign as it is for him, his body bends to hold her properly, his arms wrap around her, he rests his cheek on the top of her head tenderly as she cries. "Oh, Eponine..." he whispers, the situation catching up with him at last. Hers were words unfamiliar to him and it stuns him to hear them. His heart gives way slowly, like ice breaking from a cliff, and he holds her as tight as he can risk without crushing her beneath his arms.
Sigma had never heard such things from Kyle nor had he ever deserved them. Eponine's words are food for a starving man and he clings to them greedily, lending her his shoulder for as long as she needs with hopes she might say them again... Sigma's expression warps into an agony he has never shown another before, and the old man begins to cry. "I love you too," he wept quietly, having yearned for such tenderness since the Rhizome's doors shut behind him. "My little girl..."