(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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[entreats]

[ See, this is exactly why it's such a good thing that the entire wedding ceremony being over and basking in the afterglow of it thing is keeping Ange so zen. After all, there's no way she otherwise wouldn't have freaked out at the sight of fire all up in the house - again.

But she's soothed enough right now that she doesn't even blink as the fire is set and then promptly put out again.

Like Lance only knocked over a cup or something, rather than risked something worse just now. ]

Thanks.

[ See? A casual answer. Like nothing happened. ]

You might want to sit down on that chair over there. [ Ange points at it. ] It's out of axe throwing range.

[ Has she been sitting here for long enough to notice?

Yes. Yes, she has.

But it also means that she can make sure Lance can sit somewhere where he won't have to accidentally set another axe on fire. ]

[azurestar]

[Well that… is super zen. Not that he's complaining, it's just really surprising and he's not sure if it's a trap and she's actually simmering with anger over his fire on her special day and is waiting to pounce.]

Uh… right.

[Don't mind him if he's just inspecting that chair for a wobbly leg or something. He jostles it and side-eyes her a few times as he does so. Then he gingerly, sits down on it.]

Sooo, you seem… relaxed?

[entreats]

...

[ There's a faint pause after that last thing he says, but she doesn't seem to stare at him with any sense of judgement.. She's not even squinting to try and find some hidden meaning.

Instead she - indeed - still just seems very zen as she looks at him, grabbing her teacup and sipping from it. ]

Is that so strange? [ She instead asks, throwing the metaphorical ball right back at him. ]

[azurestar]

[He blinks and considers the question for a second since he hadn't really thought about it that way.]

Well, yeah, but in a good way.

[He smiles and then grabs a short glass of… something someone left on the other side of the table and sniffs at it curiously.]

[entreats]

[ Ange huffs, though thankfully it doesn't sound like one of her usual tsundere angry huffs. She just sounds amused instead, like the sound is already halfway on its way towards a laugh. ]

I guess it is good.

[ Look, Ange is very attached to her usual attitude, but she can definitely see how it might be better for her if she was like this a little bit more often.

Unfortunately it's not that simple. ]

It's just a whole lot more easy to be relaxed when you're just among people you trust. [ It's a little bit more open about that fact than she'd usually be, too.. ] And when you're having a good day.

[azurestar]

[His smile is soft and a little crooked.]

Tell me about it. Good days in safe company are super hard to come by around here.

[Another axe flies overhead and he ducks a bit because he's taller than her and that was a bit close.]

Uh… mostly safe.

[entreats]

See, that's the problem with being tall.

[ Ange says it so casually too, apparently still unbothered by the weapons flying overhead...

But she won't truly punish poor Lance just for not being kind of on the short side like Ange is. She pauses for a moment, then lifts her hand to make a vague hand gesture with it - causing golden butterflies to appear in the air that form a screen-like cloud between the area they're sitting in and the axe throwing range. ]

There, nothing should get through that. [ Ange sounds confident enough about that one. ] Though it seems they have a seriously bad thrower up for a turn right now.

[ Since the axes keep flying to them, rather than.. you know, hitting a target.

Because it's clearly supposed to be a totally safe wedding activity. ]

[azurestar]

[He raises an eyebrow and then smirks slightly.] At least I can always reach the top shelf.

[That one always got Pidge bristling hilariously. Then he blinks, looking up at the golden butterflies and lets out a low whistle.]

Woah… somehow, I never knew you could do that. Is that blood magic or did you have that power before the whole squiddening?

[entreats]

[ With very little hesitation, showing that Ange has no problem talking about this: ]

I could already use magic before I ended up here in Trench, or even in Deerington. [ Definitely something she carried with her from her world. It's why her magic takes on this particular shape with the golden butterflies in the first place. ] Though it's grown a lot stronger overtime, especially since I think my blood magic is making it stronger as well now.

[ Or so she assumes, anyway. ]

Back home my power was way more limited. I could only really summon demons. [ .. though Ange might be saying that.. a little bit too casually, considering that last thing is said with the same nonchalant tone as everything else she's saying here. ]