driftfleet | Meet me at the altar in your white dress

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Meet me at the altar in your white dress

Who: Everyone
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Kayanni System, the city
When: NOW

There is a wedding on the planet. You may know this because you were invited to this wedding by this little guy and it's a lovely ceremony! You can watch the couple get married, wether you know them or not, the whole fleet was invited.Even if they don't know you either.

Noctis was in all black and he was beside himself, the time had finally come and after seeing his beautiful bride he couldn't look away. The music was soft yet appropriate. Luna was beaming, holding onto Shiro's arm down the aisle until they were together and holding hands. The vows went on as if in another room. Noctis couldn't quite focus on them, he was fighting getting sucked into Luna's orbit and just kissing her prematurely. Distantly he heard his cue to repeat after the offician and he recited his vows word for word. Umbra had their rings ready for them. When he put Luna's on her finger he felt a tear spill down his cheek. He couldn't stop smiling. The officiant led Luna then and Noctis hung on every word. Her voice was melodic and soft. Then he had a ring on his finger and he felt himself crying again. He just looked at her, he officiant left them through the end, announcing it was over, they were married.

Noctis didn't wait for any cue, he pulled Luna in close and dipped her as they kissed.

They were laughing and crying and holding each other tight. They were in their own world for the time being. But the RECEPTION starts now. And that's what everyone really came for. There's alcohol, food in a buffet, and cake . Those of you at the cake tasting with them may notice the flavor you recommended is available as a donut! All of the suggested flavors are availalble, it was hard to decide who didn't get their favorite and what ONE flavor to make an entire cake out of. It didn't sit well with either of them.

Also sparklers There is a table with a few gifts on it, but it contains a large display of long sparklers with matches and a bucket of water saying "Please light up our night!"

SO Have at the reception everybody!

There is a: Dance floor with music booming, a buffet with delicious food and CAKE, There is BOOZE of all types and it's just flowing with no signs of stopping, and sparklers! Also dancing with the bride..... or getting a photo with the couple!

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[The couple make a very striking contrast, light and dark merging into a single unit. It's.... rather symbolic. And something that Ignis never really thought about until this moment.

Another thought brought about by sentimentality, no doubt.]

A break is only enjoyable if you're looking forward to it. When they are together, they happen to be worse. Even as beautiful a contrast they appear to be, they can also bring out exaggerated tendencies in one another. Or that's been my experience since we've arrived here.

Although, I would love to come and assist you in your garden sometime.

[ To Hermione it's just... Happiness. It's been in short supply in her life for a long while and she's glad to see it in others, even if it's difficult for her to imagine it on herself. The charms around her neck, the wedding ring, the dog tags - they all speak of people that are no longer at her side, people she thinks she ought to try and move on from, but she can't.

It's not possible, and that's okay. She can see happiness in others and that makes it easier. ]

I'd like to try and be optimistic, you know. [ She glances up, smiling wryly. ] I understand how it feels to go a little over the top for the people you care about. I think sometimes you act before you think and cause far more trouble for others than you mean... But it's been calm here, too.

[ She thinks it would be nice for Ignis to have a little time for himself, a little time not being someone's guardian or protecter. Maybe. ]

The garden will be there whenever you need a break, at least.

[The fidgetting of the items around her neck makes him want to reach out and take her hand and give her comfort. However, he remains his control and merely takes a step closer to her to lend her a little bit of his own support for her mental anguish.]

I hope that you're not talking about me being over the top. What I meant is that they both tend to go and pick arguments with a certain annoying element and sometimes it becomes physical.

[Read: the time that Noctis and Ardyn arrived and Noctis punched him in the face. Not unwarranted, to be sure, but definitely something that could be avoided.]

It makes more work for me.

[And he is alone, even with Prompto there. Prompto doesn't have the same sort of training that Gladio grew up with.]

I appreciate the offer. Greatly. However, the use of your library has already been more of a reprieve than I could have hoped for in the short time since my arrival.

[Not to mention her company.]

[ Hermione laughs, soft and quiet, and as he moves closer her hands drop away and she focusses on him. It's easier, she supposes, and it means she crosses her arms behind her back so she stops playing around. ]

Oh, no, I meant them going over the top for one another. I definitely understand how it feels to have to watch people for arguments and fights. Trust me, I appreciate it more than you could imagine.

[ She had been the one to break Harry and Draco apart more than she could admit, and she had been there for Ron and Harry's fights, too. Add that to all the infighting and pettiness in the Seelie court and she could say she was an absolute professional. ]

It's not all mine. [ But she's donated books, and Felix did most of the work. It makes her smile a little brighter, though, glad to have given him something good. ] But I'm around if you do want some company. I don't mind at all.

[He can't help but smile as she straightens up and turns her full attention on him.]

They do go to extremes for one another, but I believe that is what one does when one is in love.

[Not that he knows what that is like. One would need time to know another person to even entertain the thought of being in love. At least he thinks that's the case for him.]

I think we all have someone in our lives that we have to watch out for when it comes to fighting. Especially amongst friends. It's only natural.

[Especially his friends... He finds himself looking a little too long at her smile, storing it away for later examination since it makes him smile more as well.]

Company such as yours is always welcome. And not just for a shopping trip planetside. Although, I do appreciate the offer to go look for books you extended last week.

It's probably something like being romantic, isn't it? But at the same time... It's what you do when someone you care about needs something.

[ She had been more than above and beyond for some of her friends, and she has the scars to prove it. ]

I wish it wasn't natural, but I suppose there's not much we can do. If there's anything I can do to help, though, you'll let me know, won't you?

[ She remembers his warnings about the man named Ardyn and she doesn't want anything to happen to any of her friends - or these people, who seem so happy. Why should they get their happiness ruined? ]

Oh, you're always welcome, Ignis! I don't have much to do other than make potions for the ships, so I'm more than happy to spend time with my friends.

I can't speak for the romance angle, but I can say that I've done extreme things for those I care for.

[Hello, he spent 12 years searching for the right ingredients to make a dessert Noctis had once.]

Of course if there's something that I require assistance with, I will let you know.

[A memory and flash of a smile before he places his glass on the nearest table before bowing gallantly and offering hand.]

Right now, I feel as if I would like to dance. If you'd be so kind as to indulge me, Milady Marchioness.

Me too. Sometimes it feels like the only option.

[ Hermione has thrown herself into battles and wars and danger and even used blood magic and sacrifice. It doesn't matter what the extremes are - it didn't matter. ]

A dance?

[ Her eyes glance up and she smiles, fondly, before she puts her glass down. Marchioness, she thinks, humming quietly, before she reaches up and takes his hand. ]

I'd love to, Ignis.

[Well, there was that one time he and the others went into a base full of enemies for a car, so who is he to judge?

To be fair, it's a nice car.

He remembers what it's like to dance with her and so of course he would like to repeat the experience. She might not be as polished as some of the courtiers he's taken a turn with, but she has a certain grace that he appreciates.]

Excellent. [He takes her hand and leads her out to the floor, careful as to where his hands end up once they are about to begin.] I believe I've only danced with you, Lady Lunafreya and Velvet Crowe this entire time that I've been here.

[They're the only women he's wanted to dance with, if he's honest.]

I'm sure that somewhere there's a group of ladies gossiping.

[ It's not as if she can really judge anyone for their choices, most of the time. All she can do is make the best of what she has and do her utmost to be there for the people she cares about - and one of those people just happens to be the man leading her out onto the dance floor.

Tilting her head up, she offers him a soft smile. ]

Well, I hardly think they're going to imagine you running off with Lunafreya.

[ Unless there is something behind this marriage that she is completely and utterly unaware of, but she doesn't think that's the case. Instead, she focusses on Ignis, adjusting her hands so they're settled in place. It's easier to think about where to put her feet than it is to worry about anything else, and her smile is soft and fond as she glances up.

Still, a part of her is glad she's one of the few people who can claim a dance. It's a quiet little thing, but she likes it. ]

I'll make sure to tell them off if I catch them, though.

[He fakes being affronted by her comment by frowning disapprovingly.]

As if I was capable of such a betrayal. She's a lovely woman, but definitely not my type.

[Since she's been destined to marry the man who is both his best friend and king since they were all young. And they're obviously terribly in love with one another. Only a fool interferes in matters like that.]

I would greatly appreciate it if you would kindly tell any little old bitties assassinating my character that gossip is the greatest ill of them all.

[ Hermione does her best to give him a sly grin in response, tilting her head. ]

All the gossiping ladies are going to be desperate to know what your type is.

[ Not that she has any interest herself, of course - and she's far more focussed on actually moving her feet and dancing right now, doing what she can not to step all over poor Ignis. Luckily, she's had a few years of practice now. ]

I promise not to damage your reputation.

Then I promise to give them more to wonder about.

[He looks at her for a moment before stopping and holding one of her hands aloft. The other couples dancing are far enough away that they can avoid Ignis and Hermione as he pulls her hand to his mouth and kisses her knuckles.]

But it is not my own reputation that I worry about sullying after that action.

What do you mean - oh!

[ She's struck, suddenly, by a rush of familiar nostalgia, thinking back to being far, far younger - was it really almost a decade ago? - when she danced at the Yule Ball and Victor Krum kissed her fingertips. Her eyes widen as she stares up at him, heat blazing on her cheeks. ]

I - I don't really think I have a reputation for you to worry about, Ignis.

[He is a little embarrassed by his own brashness, but it's definitely nothing compared to the satisfaction he feels by looking at the blush on her face. And knowing that he's the reason for it.

Perhaps he can understand Gladio's desire to speak to beautiful women now. At least on some level.]

Don't be silly. Everyone has a reputation. And if it's to be believed, there are audiences watching our every move. Why not give them what they want, if only for a moment?

[ She can't help how pink she goes, and she has to force herself to calm down and hope the colour disappears. It'll be a nightmare if it doesn't, but she supposes she'll just have to do her best to survive it. She doesn't have much choice, even if she doesn't mind his boldness. ]

And what is it you think they want, Ignis?

[ From them, from her... ]

[Maybe it's the fact that he's actually had more champagne than he can remember. Or maybe it's just the fact that he's so happy for Noctis and Lunafreya that he's let down his guard some. Or... maybe, just maybe, it's because he gives no fucks for how he appears to anyone else while he's with her right then.

Or all of the above.

He leans in as if to begin dancing again with her before whispering softly in her ear.]

Drama. Isn't that what sells this show?

[ There's no way for her not to be flaring up with her blush, and Hermione finds herself breathing out a sharp noise as they begin to dance again, Ignis incredibly close, the heat of him right beside her. She swallows the lump in her throat and nods her head - because, surely, that's all this is. It's just for the drama, for the money, for the idiot viewers that think they know anything.

That's all it can be, right.

Nodding her head, she closes her eyes, basking for a moment. ]

I suppose I'm a little more used to being dramatic in the moment. Sometimes my emotions get the better of me.

[He is close enough that he can smell the products that she uses for her hair and it's light and flowery. Fitting somehow. And under that, he can pick up the scent of ink, paper and some other herb that isn't easily identifiable. Sage, perhaps?

And while he can say that this is all for the viewers, a part of him wishes very much that that was not the case. He's always thought her attractive and kind and strong, but know he knows that she's also flawed, hiding behind a facade of almost perfection, like him.

And he find that he's very confused about how he feels about her now. Especially as he holds her close and she seems to fit so comfortably against him. It takes him a moment to respond to her comment.]

Drama doesn't need to be big to be felt. In fact, it's generally best when it's subtle.

[ For a long while, she doesn't know what to do with herself. She stands, moving with Ignis just enough, feeling a weight in her chest and something prickle at her, and she doesn't want to put words to it.

It must be, of course, for the viewers. For the money. A part of her feel sour and uncomfortable with the weight of it settling down on her, and there's frustration, too - she doesn't want to be used, but she doesn't think Ignis is that kind of person. She doesn't think that he'd use her just for something like that; she doesn't think he'd be so cruel.

Closing her eyes, she breathes out and nods her head, quiet and solemn. ]

No, you're right. We don't need to do explosions or - or anything like that.

[While he might not have the same innate skill with women as Gladio does, Ignis is not an idiot. He can tell that she's too quiet, too stiff. It's not like her and he frowns as they continue to dance.

When the music enters the crescendo before the end of the song, tips her slightly before smoothly sliding a foot back so that he can bow over her hand again. It's only marred a bit by the fact that there are others so close. With only the ease of practice, he kisses her hand once more, willing her to look at him with his eyes.

It's not something he is used to at all and it's hard. How does Gladio make it look so easy?]

[ Hermione's experience in anything romantic is limited - Viktor, Luke, Gilgamesh and Cisco, and that's the entire list - and half of those didn't even count. She and Ron never went anywhere, and while she and Viktor had been something special he had gone home and that had been the end of it. Luke and Gilgamesh had been intense, but neither of them had ever really hers in the same way she was never theirs, and Cisco had been blossoming but not enough.

What she is familiar with is the feeling of being used for a purpose, and she knows that's not what Ignis means by his commentary. He is not creating drama for the sake of drama, or to use her for any other means; she simply doesn't know what he wants to do by inciting gossip and creating something between them where, surely, there's nothing whatsoever.

The dip and the kiss are enough to spark her attention back to him, and her eyes widen even as she shifts, tilting her head up to look at him properly. She doesn't know what to do or say, and she reaches to steady herself by putting a hand on his shoulder. ]

That was... It was like a film.

[To be perfectly honest, Ignis himself isn't 100% sure what he's doing and what his motivations for it are. He has an inkling, but until he knows, he won't press forward in any regards.

Making her think that he wants something more at this time, especially so soon after she's lost her previous lover, is the absolute worst thing he can think of right now. Aside from not seeing her at all. It would be ungallant and downright cruel. And he's never wanted to be that sort of person in his entire life.

The spark in her eye and the touch of her hand seem to root him to the spot where they stand for a moment before he cracks a smile again.]

I've never seen that done in a film. It's a trick I've only seen one other person capable of doing and he's not here with us.

If he's not here... Gladiolus?

[ It couldn't be Prompto or Noctis, after all, and she hadn't seen anyone else when she had been dragged headfirst into all of Ignis' thoughts and memories about his friends and the people he cared about.

It's easier, she thinks, to focus on that, on the conversation, on her own smile, than it is to think about anything else. She's enjoyed dancing with Ignis, more than she would care to admit, but it's still a little awkward and leaves her uncertain, unsure of what to do with herself. She doesn't know where to put her hands or what words to say, and it makes her hesitate.

At least she manages something. ]

A ladies' man?

There are a great deal of people in my acquaintance, outside of my friends, Hermione.

[Of course, he doesn't really know the Kingsglaive members well. Or the King's Council. Not that she needs to know that either.

He looks down at the hand he is still grasping, wondering at the strong, silent warmth of her slim fingers and lamenting the ease of the early friendship.]

But, yes, Gladio is very popular with women. At least if one listens to him talk about his prowess. Of course, a great many of the female staff found him "dreamy". Although, I'm sure he'd prefer the word "virile" instead.

Meet me at the altar in your white dress

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