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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[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?

Yeah.

[A little breathy and just as pink. He wasn’t expecting this to happen and now that it has he isn’t sure what to do. It isn’t bad, not at all, just new.]

Really good.

[A beat.]

What, uh. What now?

Good, good.

[ Because if it hadn't been, that'd be awkward - even more so than what they're currently feeling. Besides, Dean doesn't want to be a crappy kisser. He's pretty confident in his sexual prowess, but when it comes to guys, it's a totally new ballgame - one he kind of always knew he wanted to play, but never dared step onto the playing field. ]

That's good.

[ and, shit. That's a good question. Dean has no idea. ]

...We could get a drink?

[It's a similar situation for Bolin. Adjacent, anyway. Everyone he knows plays this ballgame except for him and lately he's been thinking he's missing out.

Turns out, yeah. He kinda has. His experiences so far have been mixed but physically? Yeah, pretty nice.]

I'd like that.

[Kinda means getting up, though. Ngh. Would that break the moment? Not sure. Is that for the best? Or is that just being unfair to himself. No body knows, least of all Bolin.]

[ Damned if Dean isn't feeling the same damn way. A whole game with its own rules - one that Dean is just now learning he's allowed to play. ]

Cool. Me too. C'mon.

[ For the best they break it, maybe - Dean should try not to ruin what few friendships he has. ]

Renfri is a kickass bartender.

[Whoosah. Okay. Let the moment go. Get a hold of yourself, Bolin.

He exhales and shakes out his hands before getting up. Just out of the corner of his eye he swears he sees a flash of gold but it's gone before he can actually see. Probably not a snooping brother, don't worry about it.]

Is she? I keep hearing that but I haven't have a chance to talk to her yet.

[Asked as he trots along beside Dean chipper as ever. Leave what just happened alone and let it marinate happily, soaking in warm and rosy. Unpack what it means another time. ]

[ For all he'd been shy and a little guarded about kissing another guy, Dean feels...

Hell, he's buoyant. He feels fantastic, like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders. There's still plenty to keep him ground under his daddy's boot, but damn if that didn't just pry it up, just a little. ]

Yeah, she is. I don't really even like Hurricanes that much, and hers are great. [ He slings an arm around Bolin's shoulders and steers him straight towards the bar. ]

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