(mostly open) oh this love would kill me

[entreats]

Who: Ange, Ruby, and you!
What: Ruby and Ange's wedding, and all their CR is invited!
When: Late October
Where: The rebuilt Clockhouse

Content Warnings: Semi-irresponsible weapon usage.




Sometime around the beginning of October invitations would have started to be sent out to the various people in Trench Ange and Ruby know - announcing the two girls' wedding at the end of the month.

When the day itself comes, people will find the location - the newly rebuilt Clockhouse, which some of the invitees may have helped rebuild in the first place - tastefully decorated. Some of the house's stranger features have been covered up by decorations in red and gold, mostly taking on the shapes of roses and butterflies all over the place.

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[payingfordeliverance]

Just so. And, with such a heart behind it, does it really matter if that magic is "true" magic, or just a clever bit of sleight of hand?

[So saying, Break raises the hand unoccupied by a teacup and twists it in such a way that one of the brightly-wrapped candies he always has stashed in his sleeves appears between his fingers, manifested there as certainly as though he'd summoned it out of thin air. He doesn't really know much about Maria, or the philosophies she embodied. That's why he says this as though he thinks he's guiding Beatrice to something that might be new, rather than just reminding her of something long known to be true. He's just someone who has been using little tricks to delight and bamboozle for years and years, long before he had any notion of what a "darkblood" is, and someone who found his feet in this place by taking it upon himself to craft a safe place to come home to for the gaggle of kids attached to his coattails after it dawned on him that he was the only one of them who'd ever known a safe, loving home at all.

No wonder he's the person Ange chose to be at her side as she took her steps forward, today, into a love that is nothing less than a miracle.]

Even in a place as stupid as this one... [He flicks the candy across to her with expert aim. If she'd like to unwrap and eat it, she'll find it to be strawberries and cream, light and festive.] ...smiles like that can be accumulated one by one, and built up like bricks into a fortress against the nastiness. No matter how "magical" the method, I promise you it is possible.

[manyone]

[ There's a faint sound from the back of Beatrice's throat. A sound partially of wonder and amusement, and partially out of emotion. It has been so long since she showed Maria that particular magic and yet it sticks in her head, as fresh as if it were yesterday. She had cared for that girl in her own way, and yet had brought her to her doom as surely as anyone else in that girl's life. She flicks her fingers and a similar candy appears in her own hand, whether by actual magic or just clever sleight of hand, one could never say. ]

I showed that trick of yours to a girl once. She was lonely and sad and wanted very much to believe in magic and witches.

[ The candy is caught and the pair of them vanish back to whence they came. Magic or trick? That is always the question with Beatrice. ]

Of course it is possible. I am the Endless and Golden Witch and none can stop me once my mind is set.

[payingfordeliverance]

There you have it, then.

[And then, because Break is the sort of person who cannot resist provoking the ladies in his life despite knowing it will probably get him bashed over the head with a fan:]

You'd think the Endless and Golden Witch would be a little more ladylike in her posture, though, right? At this rate you'll spill tea right down your pretty dress and look like an auntie who's been into the wine, slumping about so.

[Ange's going to be vexed later that she wasn't around to see whatever happens next.]