[open] Wuko Wedding

[arclightning]

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

Comments

[lefthemisphere]

[ Raleigh's silence is nerve wracking in the way any silence is after you've just proposed. It's not that Chuck thinks Raleigh's gonna say no, they're too far in for that to happen and Chuck probably wouldn't let him anyway.

But there's still that irrational fear when Raleigh doesn't say anything right off the bat, and Chuck fidgets a little, anxious as he clutches the ring in his hand, waiting for an answer so he can put it on Raleigh's hand or just...

Yeet himself straight into the ocean.

Those are his options, he guesses.

He visibly relaxes in utter relief when Raleigh holds his hand out, and he catches it with trembling fingers, trying a few times before finally managing to jam it onto Raleigh's finger. ]

Well, you got me. For better or worse, love.

[righthemisphere]

[He laughs, soft and full as his brain catches up with and processes the rest of the information. The fact he was silent for a moment, the fact that he is way too drunk to be doing this but knows his answer would be the same if he were sober so it doesn't matter.

The fact that Chuck fucking Hansen is on his knee with a beautiful ring pledging himself for what could be (depending on how aging works here) eternity.

It's humbling. Its overwhelming. The ring fits his finger perfectly and Raleigh takes Chuck's hand in his to pull him back up to stand.]

For better or worse.

[Repeating low and purring before tugging him in close for a kiss - deep and hungry. He means every damn inch of it. But- before he loses his entire train of thought and pulls his boyfriend- fiance behind the tent to have his way with him- There's one more thing. So he breaks the kiss, breathless and warm and emotional.]

I can't believe you beat me to it, I've been trying to figure out the right time for weeks.

[lefthemisphere]

[ Chuck's definitely getting the vibe Raleigh's a little too drunk for this, but that's okay. It's a celebration, and he's been waiting for the right time, and it just so happened to present itself tonight.

His hands flutter a little, settling on Raleigh's hips, thumbs brushing over the material of his dress shirt, a warm hum vibrating in the back of his throat. He likes this, when Raleigh's affectionate, when he graces Chuck with public affection and leaves him kiss stung and reeling, lips pink and plush and easily visible. ]

Ha, [ he breathes a little laugh, grip tightening on the shirt, leaning in. ]

Have you, now?

[righthemisphere]

Uhhuh~

[Through another mewling kiss. He can't help it. He just feels so good. He has all month long when he hasn't been squirreling up about the battle. It's been whiplash. And he has been needy.]

Your ring's burnin' a hole in my pocket right this verrry second.

If I give it to you.. you gonna say yes back?

[lefthemisphere]

[ Yeah it's been a little whiplashy this month, but Chuck is really enjoying all these displays of affection.

Great sex, too. Damn. ]

Damn right I am.

[ He gives Raleigh's shirt a tug, his grin wide, dimples flashing. ]

Gimme.

[righthemisphere]

[God, the sex. The sex.

Raleigh smiles and forces himself to pull back a little, pawing into the breast pocket of his jacket for a small leather box. It's thin, the way a match box is, and he slides it open.

They have been very much aligned with the idea of what a ring should be. This one, though pale, and made by a craftsperson much more talented than himself, is made of coldblood crystal. Raleigh's coldblood crystal.]

You're it for me, Chuck Hansen. I've known it since we drifted. I don't say it enough, I know I should. I love you. I want the bond.

[lefthemisphere]

[ Chuck's had sex before Raleigh, course he has. But with Raleigh's big ol monster dick and attentiveness, it's unparalleled. Nothing else could ever possibly compare - physically or emotionally.

Probably makes him sound a little like a pussy but he doesn't really give a shit. Never really did.

Chuck watches him curiously, a little nervously - though he isn't sure why, it's not like he didn't just do the same thing to Raleigh, pull a ring out and force the man to say yes. ]

Shit, Ray. That's bloody gorgeous. [ He's impressed - and while he knows you didn't make it yourself (bless your heart), it's still Raleigh's blood and the thought and effort that clearly went into curating this makes his little grinch heart grow three times bigger. ]

Fuck yeah, I want that bond.

[righthemisphere]

[He gives a breathy laugh and takes the ring out to guide onto Chuck's finger. It took him forever to figure out what would fit. Did he measure Chuck's finger while he was asleep? You're god damn right he did. He's too dumb to pontificate about just how beautiful the ring Chuck gave him is, but come tomorrow when he can get a good look he will wax poetic.

Once on, he pulls Chuck close for another kiss. A good, deep, messy one.

Renfri's prophecy rings clear in the back of his drunk brain and he knows it's true. Chuck was always the one.]

Come with me.

[He has an idea. It's a stupid idea but he wants it.]

[lefthemisphere]

[ It's okay, Ray - Chuck did the same damn thing. They really are two turds in a toilet, aren't they? ]

Mmm.

[ Raleigh's kisses are like heroin, addicting, sending pleasure through his veins, a drug only Chuck can consume. It's with great reluctance that he lets Raleigh pull away, though he doesn't let go of him for anything. ]

Where we goin?

[righthemisphere]

Greenroom.

[Twining their fingers together. His eyes are full of mischief.]

I want you.

[lefthemisphere]

[ He chokes, eyes going wide as he stumbles after Raleigh, tugging him to a halt. ]

Ray. Are you sure about that?!

[ you kinky bastard, he loves it. ]

[righthemisphere]

[He stops and rounds, just a bit, not letting go of Chuck's hand.]

Oh, I'm positive.

[A tug and he starts moving again. The grooms won't mind, he's sure. They won't even know. And by the time they do it will be tomorrow and way too late to stop them.

Besides, they're like family. As long as it's not their literal bed what's the big deal?

No one will notice them weaving back in through the party towards the back. Into the greenroom with soft couches and velvet curtains and delicate lunar lamps under intricate Tiffany style shades. The band has finished playing now so he doubts they'll be using the room anymore. Raleigh thinks nothing of locking it behind them like they've skittered away at a college frat party. A situation neither of them have ever been in but the same energy, anyway.

And if someone comes knocking, fuck 'em. They're busy.]