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WHO: Gwenaëlle Baudin, Thranduil, assorted guests.
WHAT: It's a nice day for a white wedding.
WHEN: Haring 30th / Wintermarch 1st
WHERE: The de Coucy residence, Hightown.
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WHAT: It's a nice day for a white wedding.
WHEN: Haring 30th / Wintermarch 1st
WHERE: The de Coucy residence, Hightown.
NOTES: The OOC post. Your character wasn't in the chapel unless you play Romain, Coupe or Legolas. Post co-authored with
rowancrowned. Questions section of the OOC post still open! This is a mingle log; top level, tag amongst yourselves, hit us up if you have particular needs or desires. 
Despite the events of the previous month, the winter's afternoon wedding of GwenaĂ«lle Baudin and Provost Thranduil proceeds as plannedâor at least, close enough that any last minute discrepancies are invisible to the eye of oblivious guests (and indeed the bride, having taken approximately zero interest in the planning). In the ongoing absence of a suitable Chantry, the ceremony itself takes place in the modest chapel within the home to a select few witnesses hand-selectedâchosen mainly to avoid any untoward rumours that it might not have been done properly, including the acting Viscount, the Gallows Forces commander, and a handful of others whose stature within Kirkwall lends them the sort of credibility this wedding is in dire need of being lent.
With the ballroom ripped out and redesigned for another purpose, the estate doesnât possess the space to host the number of guests invited to the post-ceremony fete, instead making use of the courtyard in its center. Guests are shepherded there, and are not entirely left out of the wedding itself when they are joined by the happy couple to publicly sign the legal documents some who've not previously attended weddings between people with money may never have seen before. To ward off the midwinter coldâto varying degrees of success, based on oneâs proximity to themâbraziers have been set up at intervals throughout the garden everywhere but the space cleared for those moved to dance, and servants in de Coucy colors bring round trays of small, hot food and enough drinks to stave off the worst of the chill.
The decorations betray the groomâs tastes over the bride's. Holly and juniper and other such evergreens make up the majority of the arrangements, bright red berries a better ornament than the inexcusable expense of hothouse flowers. There is the underlying reminder that both halves of the couple are Inquisition members, in the smart dress uniforms that half the guests wear as they mingle with the better part of Kirkwall society.
This is a pageant, the diplomatic arm of the Inquisition flexing the agreement made with the Rifters and also the normalcy it seeks to restore. But it is a pretty pageant, and an easy excuse to wear something stunning and dance and eat food purchased with Orlesian coinâand, perhaps, to enquire about making a donation to the Inquisition in support.
With the ballroom ripped out and redesigned for another purpose, the estate doesnât possess the space to host the number of guests invited to the post-ceremony fete, instead making use of the courtyard in its center. Guests are shepherded there, and are not entirely left out of the wedding itself when they are joined by the happy couple to publicly sign the legal documents some who've not previously attended weddings between people with money may never have seen before. To ward off the midwinter coldâto varying degrees of success, based on oneâs proximity to themâbraziers have been set up at intervals throughout the garden everywhere but the space cleared for those moved to dance, and servants in de Coucy colors bring round trays of small, hot food and enough drinks to stave off the worst of the chill.
The decorations betray the groomâs tastes over the bride's. Holly and juniper and other such evergreens make up the majority of the arrangements, bright red berries a better ornament than the inexcusable expense of hothouse flowers. There is the underlying reminder that both halves of the couple are Inquisition members, in the smart dress uniforms that half the guests wear as they mingle with the better part of Kirkwall society.
This is a pageant, the diplomatic arm of the Inquisition flexing the agreement made with the Rifters and also the normalcy it seeks to restore. But it is a pretty pageant, and an easy excuse to wear something stunning and dance and eat food purchased with Orlesian coinâand, perhaps, to enquire about making a donation to the Inquisition in support.
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Emeric's absence. Even so. She eyes him a moment before easing into the seat beside. The creak of joints, a breath.
"To your health."
Some irony in that.
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But he is wedded and well and taps his glass gently against hers, the chime of glass merry in the sparkling courtyard, and he says, "I am happy."
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Happiness. Nothing here stays; the creep of a smile to know they neednât say as much. The war may be distant of an hour.
"Iâve something for you." It takes stiff fingers a moment to come up with the carefully-folded page. "Do not open it now."
Lays a palm to his elbow.
"Just hold to this."
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âI will keep it in my heart,â forever, or however long Thedas deems forever to be. And he will, every detail, to be drawn on when he needs to remember why he does what he does, when it gets hard and he must grit his teeth and continue on. For this, for her, for them.
âWill you be leaving us soon to return to the Gallows?â he asks.