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[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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[ The happiness that the couple seems to be sharing is likely beyond Dean's reach - it's not something he's ever really been able to afford himself, and the one time he did, it blew up in his face the minute he told the truth.

He'd always liked Lisa, but that had been what, 8, 9 years ago? He probably could've hit it again when he last saw her, but it hadn't felt right. Not really. ]

I bet you will. You seem like a real good dude.

Yeah? You think?

[He respects Dean's opinion on him. Like a lot. Maybe a bit more than he realized.]

I dunno. Nothing has every really gone right for me in that department. My last girlfriend.. yeesh. I kinda got her family captured and almost killed- BUT I helped save them! It's a whole mess. And before that I barely ever saw her because I was away with the army and she didn't agree with it and it was.. yeah, pretttty awkward. And my girlfriend before that- though, I guess I should say fiancé, she was my fiancé, threatened to kill me every time I tried to break up with her and that was pretty scary. And she has this twin brother who is just.. always there.. So it would have been like marrying both of them. It was definitely like dating both of them. Twins, man..

Even here it's been dud after dud. I thought maybe switch it up a little...? Why not? And there was someone but it was just an acting thing and not a real life thing and then I thought maybe there was someone else because we kissed but he hasn't mentioned it since and it's been really weird and I don't really know what to do with that.. so. It's fine.

It's fine! It's fine.

[Bolin, who are you trying to convince, here.]

I'm a good stag, I'll just be stag. Why not, I've got a great life. The only extra wheel you need in a group is the steering wheel. Can't have two of those, anyway.

Edited 2022-02-23 15:37 (UTC)

[ It's true -- Bolin's a hurricane of energy but there's a genuine goodness there you don't often see.

Or at least, Dean doesn't, anyway. There have been very, very few people who have actually been good to him in any capacity. Almost none. But what does he deserve it, anyway? He's never thought much of himself, not really, definitely didn't think he deserved to be saved from hell.

But then again, that wasn't out of sheer kindness, either. Castiel told him 'sometimes good things do happen', but it was a sham. The angels needed to use him, so they'd worked in their own best interests to jerk him out of hell and yeah maybe he was secretly grateful to be outta there but being pushed around like a chess piece pisses him off. They should've just left him there. ]

Almost killed--

[ There's a lot of information that's being dumped for Dean to process, and as his brain tries to keep up with Bolin, he sips his fruity little hurricane while he rolls the info dump over in his brain. ]

Maybe you're connecting with the wrong type of people? But what do I know, I'm the last person to have any input on dating or...relationships.

[ Considering his longest one was less than two months. ]

Anyway, uh -- you deserve something good, man.

[Water off a turtle-duck's back. That's his story and he's sticking to it. (Incidently, Feeble Turtle-duck is what she used to call him.) Why talk about all the other ugly stuff underneath. He'll just upset himself and he has plenty of time to feel that kind of pain when he's alone.

Don't think he doesn't.

Bolin's worth is measured in sunshine and willingness to assist. It's just who he is. And it isn't like he doesn't have a support network, he does. He just.. hasn't sat down to really think about how fucked up the Eska Situation really was. Nobody said anything at the time, it was his fault for not being brave enough to end it the Right Way. The concept of abuse? Towards a guy? From a girl?? What's that??]

Yeah.. yeah, thank you. So do you.

Plenty of catdog-fish in the sea, right? And lots of options. I've been really working to come to terms with that, lately.

Edited 2022-02-23 23:30 (UTC)

[ Dean isn't exactly the epitome of positive influences; he'd been ground down to nothing by his daddy's boot and rebuilt into a soldier, created out of sheer rage and toxic masculinity, a thing he tries so desperately to hide behind. Still, he's too soft, both in features and in heart, and tends to feel far too deeply to ever truly be the man his father wanted him to be. ]

Right, exactly. Lots of options.

[ though -- ]

Come to terms with what?

Oh- pfft- did I say that?

I meant, Just. You know! Lots of options!

I had a girlfriend back home and now I'm here and it's hard to break up with someone when they're in another world, that's totally what I meant.

[You fucking liar, Bolin.]

I dunno, just uh. Maybe I kissed someone recently? So. Thaaaaat's a thing.

[ uh huh. Dean's kinda giving him a 'you can't bullshit me' look, but he's not gonna call him out at a wedding. ]

Oh yeah? And who's that?

[S i g h you don't have to call him out. He'll do it himself.]

This guy Lance?

[ He clears his throat a little, shifting closer. ]

And that's a new thing for you? Kissing a dude? Or...kissing this specific dude?

The uh. The kissing dudes in general..thing. I never really thought about it too hard at home because- well. Nngh.

And yeah I can appreciate a gorgeous man, I can, but I love women, I do. You know? They’re great. But since coming here I guess I’ve just seen so many people open up to all these other opportunities and we- me and him, we live together and were hanging out one night. Ugh, that’s- and he said he’d kissed his friend and he was bent outta shape about it and I said I’d never kissed a guy and so he kissed me and..

[And it absolutely fucking wrecked him.]

But I mean. He hasn’t said anything and I had a weird moment with another guy that definitely wasn’t a real thing so I’m probably just imagining it, right? I do that.

Yeah..same.

[ lol he thought about it all the time, honestly, but he ignored it, shoved it down, swallowed it and never said a word. ]

I get it, I love women too. [ a lot. a whole lot. they're great, warm and soft in all the right places. ]

Another guy? Like -- other than Lance? [ gosh you get around dontcha ]

[Yeah same. He knows you have, buddy, but he's proud of you for saying it anyway seeing as you'd slid all the way back to square one, huh.

Bolin sighs and shrugs helplessly.]

It was just Ryan. It was during the musical.

[You know, the whole Eddie and Columbia thing. A chuckle, then. It's funny in hindsight. It has to be, otherwise it's just sad.]

I thought he was flirting with me but he flirts with everyone and I don't know the on stage off stage boundary very well. I am.. man, the worrrrst at reading people. That one isn't a big deal, I was just confused.

Oh, yeah. Eddie, Columbia.

[ right, right. he gets it, he's following. but -- aha, yeah, onstage/offstage, ic/ooc lines...

Right. ]

Have you ever actually kissed a dude where it wasn't weird? Like...

[ He shifts, picking at his jeans. Yes, he wore jeans to a wedding. Sue him. ]

Where it wasn't confusing and part of a play, and it wasn't a whole thing?

No. Never.

[He should be able to see where this is going. He does not.

Bolin shakes his head a little, catching his bottom lip between his teeth.]

Yeah. Me either.

[ He wants to, though. There's something in his blood that's burning, and he can't seem to stop himself from hitting on everything with legs. ]

Do you want to?

[Well. Bolin has legs. So... there's that.

He flusters and laughs, Not at Dean, it isn't funny, just surprising in a good way.

Kissing Lance wrecked him. Maybe kissing someone else will release him of that hold? Worth a try. Even if it doesn't... it might be nice? The proposition leaves Bolin pink cheeked and boyish.]

Yeah. Okay.

[ Dean purposefully phrased it so that it could be taken any number of ways - an offer, a genuine question, maybe a joke to be laughed off. It's that one he thinks it is at first, when Bolin laughs and Dean feels like a fuckin' jackass, his own face reddening under constellations of freckles.

But then he isn't laughing anymore, and Bolin's saying yes and Dean's realizing that he's done this to himself, and what's more is that he's okay with it, wants to try, because what're friends for if not for dude kisses? ]

Really?

[ He's making sure, because this could potentially be stupid as fuck; Dean is working on cultivating old relationships he didn't know he had and he doesn't want to alienate a friend.

But he also really wants to fucking kiss him, and he's already turned a little in his seat to better face him. ]

Yeah.

[Oh man, this is. This is sure a moment, huh.

But why not? Why not kiss? They're at a wedding. No one is going to care or question it unless they're being creeps and stalking him or something. It's not like Mako is right there and besides.. maybe it would just be nice?

Just a nice thing to have? A nice thing to experience?

He can feel the urge to be weird and squirrely rising up, so Bolin only has a moment to act before he embarrasses himself.

That moment is a powerful motivator, and he leans right in for The Kiss. Chaste for a moment before pushing through and parting his lips like Lance had done to him. A real kiss, out here in the marquee with his fingers curling in Dean's shirt front - surrounded by rosy fire and paper lanterns.]

[ There's always been things Dean wanted to experience - parts of himself he'd wanted to explore but never really felt free to do so. Being here, though - without Sam, without the weight of his father hanging over his head, without the apocalypse and everything that comes with it...

Maybe he is free.

Sure, the apocalypse waits. But the whole deal he'd been handed was that it's fine, somehow? That this weirdo Squidward version of himself is the real deal and there's some cheap copy back home handling things? Or at least that's what he's been told, in so many words.

He wets his lips before Bolin moves in, and he's feeling just as on edge and like there's bees in his stomach. Before he can chicken out, he's right there, lips warm, tongue wet and teasing right into Dean's mouth. It surprises him a little, but he lets it happen, lets himself savor it and enjoy it, the taste of another person, the heat of a body, the way his shirt moves against his skin when it's twisted up in warm fingers.

Okay, so it's a guy. No big deal, right? It doesn't make him gay, it makes him...curious. That's a good word. And this doesn't necessarily mean anything, right? It's just two dudes having an experience. That's all.

And it's nice - there's a whole mood going on, a romantic and sweet wedding, music in the distance, the scent of soap and leather mingled with the scent of flowers lingering in the air. ]

[Bolin has a few drinks in him but he wouldn't say he was drunk by any means. It isn't at all like it was with Lance up on the roof that night. Dean doesn't glow under the light of the moon. He doesn't flow with the radiant light of a barely contained super nova. He isn't the power of a star massed into the body of a man, but this kiss- this kiss is special all on it's own.

It's electric in the way it should be, and soft in the same vein. Dean's lips are made all the more plush in contrast to the stubble on his upper lip and he tastes good. He smells good. Strong and rugged but tender. Bolin has a lot of time for this man, the details of their previous friendship not forgotten, but set back to sleep as they forge new threads that weave together into something new. Even if it's only this once, in this perfect moment just for them where a kiss so deep and lapping can turn into two can turn into three...]

[ Dean isn't drunk either - he's warm and fuzzy, a few hurricanes made by a bartender who knows what the fuck she's doing will do that. Reminds him of New Orleans, a jaunt through Bourbon Street, Pat O'Brien's and fire pits and yard long drinks. The edges of his sharp life are a little blurred around the edges, but he knows exactly what he's doing.

And two kisses do turn to three, into four, long and teasing, a hand up in Bolin's hair, his head tipped as he takes what he's given, what's so freely offered. It's warm and tinged with passion fruit and rum. ]

[It's lovely. It's really, really lovely. Bolin drinks it in greedily, submitting to the moment. In something so honest and real and just for them. To an older man with kind eyes, flattering words, and strong fingers in his hair.

He is so very weak to fingers in his hair.

It's a foreign feeling, a simple gesture, but one he is starting to crave. It makes him feel wanted in a way he never has before. It makes his fingers curl tighter. Makes him fight the urge to get as close in against Dean as he can for fear he might pull himself into that bow legged lap right here for everyone to see. That might be a little much.

And they need to breathe. So the kiss will break, reluctantly, for them to tip back slightly with kiss stung lips and bambi eyes. For once, it leaves him speechless but no less bright eyed and mischievous.]

[ It's probably good that it breaks, that they ease back and breathe, suck in sips of cool night air to refill their lungs. Dean hasn't indulged in weeks, hasn't let himself take a moment to think about anything beyond the impending apocalypse and the things his brother has done, the way that Sam has betrayed him in ways Dean never thought possible.

But that's all at home, lost in the churning, angry waters or Mariana's ocean. It's a long, long way away, out of sight, out of mind. What's in front of him is a sweetness he's never been allowed, a gentle soul that's welcomed him from day one.

And it's good, how it felt. Kind of like how Dean always thought it would feel, kissing another guy -- good. Different, but still good. Really good.

Dean leans back a little, grip in Bolin's hair loosening, releasing as his hand falls to rest in his lap, a breathy little laugh on his lips. ]

[Bolin so boyish and bright eyed. Bolin who sits there starry eyed and kiss stung. Bolin who watches Dean with a mix of admiration and curiosity. He knows very well that Dean has kissed men before, but he doesn’t remember so it isn’t fair to include a last he doesn’t know. This Dean needs to find his own way.]

So… good?

[ His cheeks are pink, flushed from a breathless kiss and the few hurricanes he's consumed. He wets his lips, swiping the final tastes of Bolin away, then laughs again, ducking his head. ]

Yeah, man. Hell yeah. Good for you?

[open] Wuko Wedding

The Wedding

The Party

The Music

The Couple

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