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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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.

I was making a guess based on what I know, not suggesting you only had three friends, Ignis.

[ It's not as if she could criticise even if that was the case; she spent most of her school life having two friends, both of which are incredibly far away from her now. The idea of seeing Harry or Ron again is a completely foreign concept; she'd given up on it.

At least she manages to smile, though, completely oblivious to the fact that she's basically just holding his hand now. ]

That's not always a good thing. I'm sure he was lovely, but... [ Her nose wrinkles. ] If he liked it then it's fine, I suppose.

You would be right that it is Gladiolus, however. I have seen some of the Kingsglaive do something similar, but to varying degrees of success.

[And though he knows quite a few people, he only has three friends back home. Here, however, is a different story. ~~It's more like six.~~

And he wonders if she will ever realize that they are holding hands as if they were more than just friends. And a part of him hopes that she doesn't. Because it feels just right that they should hold one another's hand at an event like this.]

You would have to ask Gladio how he feels about that. For myself, I haven't really craved attention from the opposite sex like that. A lover would have expected, and deserved, to have a great deal of my time that I wasn't able to give at the time.

[But now? Who knows. With Noctis now married, a great deal of Ignis' duties can now be shared with Lunafreya, without being told that he was mothering his king.]

The Kingsglaive. Are they people you worked with, for Noctis?

[ She assumes his father as well, since he's a prince of some kind, but she doesn't want to press for details. She recognises that what happened to them at home - and her knowledge of Ardyn and other memories - isn't something that will bring up many happy memories for Ignis. She wants to keep focussed on the warmth of this moment.

Just like she recognises that their hands are still twined, but she doesn't pull away instantly. She lets herself have the moment and tells herself it's to make sure that other people don't think that they can nudge her here and there before she hums, nodding her head and dropping her fingers away. ]

I'll ask him if he ever turns up. I might make a fool of myself, but there's nothing wrong with being curious.

[ But, um, she shifts, awkwardly. ]

Hopefully you'll be able to make time for those sorts of things now. I think you deserve it, Ignis.

They are primarily in charge of keeping King Regis safe.

[He frowns. They were, but the survivors have helped them in their own ways along their journey. The thoughts aren't pleasant, but there's the mitigating factor that she hasn't pulled away that helps him to not concentrate on the gloom too much.

Until she does.]

I'm sure he won't hesitate to answer you. Possibly after flirting.

[Which doesn't bother him. Nope. And he doesn't sound slightly off as he answers her.]

Perhaps, but that's a moot point right now, isn't it?

I see. I can't imagine being quite that important.

[ She'd had guards, of course, but - she had never been a queen, no matter what Gilgamesh had said to her about it. She frowns, shaking her head and leaning back, watching Ignis with a gentle expression. ]

He can flirt all he likes. I'll just tell him to stop being such a prat.

[ But, um. Her eyes drag over him before she frowns and turns away. ]

You're probably right. Maybe it's not the best thing to talk about.

Nor I, but I hold a cursory position in the Kingsglaive myself, so I suppose that's a little moot.

[Crownsguard and Kingsglaive, steward, advisor, friend, those were titles he held and deserved. None of them meant he was guarded, but that he was a guard himself.]

I fear that he'd probably laugh, but then do as you ask.

[Welp, great Ignis, you've ruined everything else this evening with her. Can't make it worse, right?]

Maybe not, but there's no harm in thinking about the off-chance possibility, I suppose.

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