deercountry | [open] Wuko Wedding

Who: Mako, Wu, and you!
What: GETTING MARRIED
When: February 20th
Where: The beach, through the city, at the Raccoon Room in Cellar Door.

Content Warnings: An inordinate amount of fluff, potentially event happenings.

The Wedding

It's not a normal wedding. There's no officiant, they're not standing up in front of a bunch of people to declare their love: this is a Trench wedding, based on Mako and Wu's shared traditions, inventing some new ones.

The ceremony itself is a procession, from the beach to the Raccoon Room. It starts with just the two of them, at a flower arch on the beach, their hands clasped together, each in a gold suit with red and green accents on the collar and as piping down the front. They walk together along a flower strewn path, talking quietly with one another, sharing small, nervous smiles.

If you are close to the couple, you recieved a red envelope, delivered either by raccoon or small dragon, a few days before the wedding, inviting you to the ceremony. The small crowd gathers outside the Raccoon Room, where the threshold is decked out in red roses. The couple stands in the doorway, saying their vows, and pressing a blood-and-ash covered hand to the other's cheek.

While the ceremony is private, the reception isn't. Invites have gone out to basically the entire city, via Wu's post, so it's a pretty public event. Maybe you're coming because you saw that post. Maybe you're coming because you're involved somehow, maybe you just see a flower-and-light-filled party and decide to drop in. Everyone is welcome. After all, this is Trench, and everyone could be dead tomorrow, so why not celebrate something good while you have the chance? Come in, dance to music from different worlds, eat cake and noodles and dumplings, celebrate a little moment of happiness while you can. The party's going all night, and the couple making their solemn, slightly-bloody vows to each other are only the excuse for it.

The Party

Naturally, since this is Mako and Wu's wedding, it's at the Raccoon Room, decked out even more grandly than it was for its opening. Roses adorn every surface and drop from the ceiling in strings, perfuming the air. Scattered between them are red-and-gold lanterns, casting a dim, inviting light onto velvet hangings. Lining the walls are tables full of food and drinks. Everyone can't fit into this little venue, so Wu has also set up a draping tent outside, full of burning braziers of coal to keep the chill away. The doors are wide open to let the music from inside out: it's just the party, continued! Renfri can be found behind the bar, dishing up custom drinks.

The Music

Chicken Choice Judy, or Ryan Akagi and Min-Gi Park, make their Trench debut on the stage of the Raccoon Room, playing an eclectic mix of original music, 80s hits, current pop, and classical piano music. They begin with a slowed-down version of Lil Nas X's Montero, ease into an upbeat version of That's What I Want, and things take off from there. Maybe give them requests? They might play some of your favorite dance songs! This is a party for everyone, after all. A big space in front of the stage has been cleared for dancing, and the music will be going all night.

The Couple

After the more private ceremony (with only close friends and loved ones, for Mako's peace of mind) Mako and Wu are as available as any couple at their wedding, which is to say, not terribly. With new dark handprints from the ceremony on their faces—really, more on their necks, because Wu wouldn't stand for a giant handprint ruining his look—they can be found chatting with friends, huddled together whispering, or dancing together. They'll try to mingle as much as they can, but they're in pretty high demand tonight!

((ooc: Make top-levels to your hearts' content, mingle, have a good time! This is a Trench party and it's open to everyone! Wuko image credit)) © tessisamess

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[Having forced upon Wu the uncomfortable task of dealing with her overflowing feelings (a phrase that is unlikely to be associated with Lysithea ever again), she has finally wiped dry her eyes and settled for aggressively eating a plate of sweets, alone, such that she will not embarrass herself further at this event.

That is, until a hand reaches out to her.

She stares up the length of this limb dumbfoundedly.]

My.

You did take January to heart.

[Well, Lysithea surely cannot refuse this invitation, so here we go again as they glide together onto the dance floor.]

You remember what I said when I left you at the last dance? I've surpassed my limits tonight by making a fool of myself crying all over your husband, Mako, and I've only just recovered.

Just to warn you.

If you say anything nice at all, I'll be doing it to you, too.

[ Mako really has embraced what they talked about. He keeps catching himself unguarded, notices his own smiles and how easy it is to talk to people, and wonders at it. Is it the security of having Wu in his head? Is it that so many people have turned up to celebrate this, them?

Mako doesn't know, but for once he isn't holding himself back from actually enjoying it. The song playing now is some Earth-80s power ballad, and Mako has no idea how to dance to it but whirls Lysithea around anyway, glad to see her, glad for husband and friends and roots. ]

Better not say any of my list of nice things, then. I had at least ten, but I need you dignified and put-together. Bolin is a mess.

Ten?

How flattering. I couldn't list ten nice things about myself if I tried, unless I started naming off types of cakes I do especially well.

[Lysithea is not quite as relaxed as she was back in the Red, but her movements are fluid and her feet move with composure. If she is at all tense or restrained, it is simply because she is making a great effort not to join Bolin.]

I'm not actually very dignified, you know. I'm just very good at pretending.

No? You seem pretty dignified to me. You have—what's the word— [ The flush on the bridge of Mako's nose, then, blue as gas flames and just as bright, can be explained by alcohol. He smells like chocolate from the cake and the fancy cocktail both. It's buzzing in him along with Wu's effusive joy, and making him laugh through his own words. ] —poise. Very poised. That different from dignity? It doesn't matter, you do it really well.

[Lysithea splutters a bit, in a very un-poised manner.]

W-Well!

Thank you.

I do try.

[There is a hint of a sniff as the unexpected compliment registers in exactly the right way to threaten a relapse.]

I-I said no compliments! We're talking about you tonight, Mako! You and Wu. You were both... very, very poignant tonight. I can't imagine a more genuine celebration.

[ Right, she saw the whole... all of it. Mako coughs, his own sense of being entirely too seen finally rising past the layer of alcohol. ]

Yeah, it was—you have to do that kind of thing, at a wedding. At your wedding. Tell Wu how you feel. Or, your person. Do you have a person?

Eesh. No.

[Lysithea shakes her head fervently.]

...Although the two of you almost make me think it might be worth the effort. I can't really imagine myself in that position, Mako.

You were lovely.

What position is that? Smearing goop on someone's face?

[ Mako knows very well what position that is, of course, but he's still feeling sort of exposed and strange that all these people came here to celebrate them. It can't really be that, can it? It's the excuse for a party, a reason to have a good time. It can't actually be that so many people are this invested in him and Wu, because that—

Mako can't deal with that reality, so, onto the idea of Lysithea not being able to imagine herself... what, dating someone? ]

Or... dating someone at all?

[ He pauses. Wu's voice flickers in his head. ]

Wu says you're a catch.

Thanks, Wu.

[she says, in a tone that very much does not sound like she's thanking him]

...Are you able to turn that off, by the way? Won't you ever want privacy?

But either, really.

[She keeps her voice purposefully light as she responds -- ]

There wasn't really a point, you know. And it wouldn't be fair to -- whomever. Circumstances are different now, but it's difficult to break old habits of thinking.

Edited 2022-03-03 03:13 (UTC)

We haven't figured out how to turn it off, no. So far, it's kind of nice.

[ She's skirting around it, but of course, Mako knows what she means.

And it makes sense. Mako told himself the same once, when he was 15 and angry and unsure about where they'd wake up the next day. It's hard not to listen to that skinny kid still inside him: Mako's been trying to ignore him all night, has been trying not to think about the angles and the wants of the people at this party, because that's not who he is anymore.

But it was, and you can't just move on from things like that.

Mako won't press on it surrounded by laughter and music at his own wedding, but his face says what his words don't, loud and clear: I get it, I understand. ]

Is it a habit you... want to break?

Hm.

[Her airy tone continues.]

Come to think of it, I haven't really considered it. It just didn't seem... like a priority. I suppose that's unusual. It's a priority for most other people this age.

It will have to be something I warm up to. I don't really know how to do... all of that, you know. I've always been a self-centered person.

[ This is why he likes Lysithea, Mako thinks, adding to the long list of reasons he likes Lysithea. She says things, and they both cut deep and make him snort with well-earned laughter. ]

You know, for a while, I thought that was going to be my future? After the mess I made of everything with Korra and Asami, I thought it was better if I just focused on myself. Work on my career for once.

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