( OPEN ) | something borrowed, something blue

[indissection]

WHO: Byerly, Sidony and guests (everyone is invited)
WHAT: The best sham of a wedding Thedas has ever seen
WHEN: Now
WHERE: the Toad and Flagon
NOTES: The Best Wedding Ever ft. a kidnapping

You are hereby invited to the wedding of Byerly Rutyer and Sidony Celogera Allegra Venaras. The venue is not quiet nor is it beautiful; the gambling hall is loud and intense, with all kinds of smells and dirtiness to carry along with the strangeness of their wedding. There’s some attempt at draping, some attempt at making it look as though some kind of party is taking place here, but it certainly doesn’t look like there’s going to be a wedding at all. It’s hastily done, hastily put together, but at least it’s something, which is better than nothing. There’s about an hour until the wedding is due to start and both the bride and groom are getting ready - whatever that means to the two of them. Food is not provided. There are no drinks bought. There's a table for gifts to one side, with a little plaque with their names on. Prostitutes and gamblers wander between the aisles and chairs, laughing and making jokes with one another, completely avoiding setting the scene of a proper wedding.

Comments

[bouchonne]

"Stop that," Byerly growls, pushing at Colin's hands when he realizes what the boy is doing. "You're just exhausting yourself."

Exhausting himself, admittedly, so that By can recover faster. And maybe it's absurd, and hypocritical, to snap when he's not permitted to move and to snap when Colin's helping him to move sooner, but - But he does anyway, because hypocritical absurdity has never stopped any nobleman and it shan't stop him.

"I can stand without fainting now," he says, and starts sitting up again. "Just give me an elbow; that's all I need."

[cozen]

Ridiculous men. Both of them. But Bastien's arm is promptly where it might be needed, to stabilize if not to lift. He's looking at Colin for permission for that, first.

[keenly]

Colin's teeth grit. He stands, sways, and briefly closes his eyes. After a second, he steadies himself and takes a deep breath. He needs a lyrium potion.

"You'll have two elbows," he sighs, "and get up slowly. I will come with you."

He's not convinced Byerly will be able to go very far, but there's no controlling a person, not really. If Byerly is determined to press forward, he will try to do so, but Colin will be damned if he lets a compromised patient out of his sight, least of all when he's headed toward men who have already stabbed him once.