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He Like It, So He Put a Ring On It

Who: Vanyel, Tylendel, Yfandes + the rest of the Castle (aka, whomever wants to show up)
What: Vanyel and Tylendel's wedding
When: May 3, afternoon to evening
Where: The Castle Gardens
Rating: PG (unless the residents up the anit)

It was a glorious day to host a wedding. It was warm without being hot, not a cloud in the sky, and everything seemed to be cooperating and going the way it should. The grooms were dressed in their finest, Yfandes brushed to a sparkling sheen. Flowers had been arranged over a small arch, scenting the air with the smells of jasmine and bright honeysuckle. Behind the grooms was a small pedestal with a shallow bowl filled with a bit of oil, and before it a small cushion that kept two rings quite safe. Benches had been placed out along the lawn for people to sit on with cushions laid across them for comfort, politely arranged so that the trees of the garden case some shade upon them. Other than these small things, there was no great fanfare to the whole thing, but best not to take away from the grooms. It was an open sort of affair, a celebration to be shared with any who wished to share it.

Not that the grooms would necessarily notice right away as they had eyes for no one but each other, did they? But they weren't much meant to, on this sort of day, at this sort of moment. If they had, well, they might need to be rethinking all of this marriage business. But they didn't need to, certainly not Vanyel.

This was everything he had ever wanted, and he was going to grasp it tight with both hands. He could only hope that everyone else that came, be it for this moment or the celebration after, would rejoice in it as much as he did.

{ The Vows | The Wedding Feast | The Dance | The Fireworks }

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What wedding was complete without a joyous feast?

Long tables had been set up to one side, piled with food. Not quite so much as at the May Day the Queen had put up a few days ago, but enough to entice anyone even if they had a full stomach already. Meats both warm and cold started at one end of the table, working into the grooms' favorite fruits, nuts, and of course the sweets. Small cakes and sugared nuts and candied fruits and many more in between. Wine, fruit juice, beer, water, and tea were made available at the far end, but no doubt the one cake everyone wished to see the most was kept well out of the way until the proper time.

Hope everyone saves some room!

Simon was happy to attend Vanyel's ceremony, even if it did leave him with the tiniest, incredibly selfish pang of jealousy that he wasn't able to do the same with Kaylee. However, he'd never dare bring it up, and the atmosphere washed away any negative thoughts he might have.

After the ceremony, he joined the guests at table, though he ate slowly so that he could partake of everything.

Like a good host, Vanyel rose from the grooms' table to go around and say hello and mingle some during the dinner portion. He used to be a lord's son, but not anymore, and besides - these were his friends, not strangers.

"Simon, you came," he beamed at the other medic, giving him a warm hug. Normally he might not, but he was so full of joyous feeling this day it was about all he could do. Hug and smile and glow.

Simon was a little surprised by the hug, but he returned it with enthusiasm.

"I would not miss it for the world, my friend," he replied. "And you were lucky to have a beautiful day for it besides."

"Ah, I know! Whatever gods rule here smiled today," he gushed, his cheeks still tinted pink from the earlier vows, the happiness flowing from him without stop. It practically glowed on him, and he was making no attempts to quash it. "I hope everyone enjoys this day as much as I - or enjoy themselves. We did not want the affair to formal."

Simon could almost feel the happiness radiating off of Vanyel, and it warmed his heart in return, quashing most of whatever jealousy might have remained.

"I can say that I am enjoying myself so far," he said emphatically. "And I am looking forward to meeting Tylendel when I can- I don't think he and I have ever spoken, now that I think about it."

"No? Odd, he is quite personable. Well, you shall meet him soon. He's saying hello," he laughed, looking over to where his new husband was smiling and laughing with another small group. "I shall call him over soon. You will adore him. He is a wonderful singer."

He paused and then flushed darker, laughing.

"I am sorry, I am gushing, aren't I? Or is that acceptable today?"

"I may as well be sociable myself and introduce myself at some point, then," Simon smiled back, then nodded. "I would say being happy is definitely acceptable, yes. This is your wedding day, after all- you and your beloved are together and happy."

Felix still feels strange being here. He's been to weddings in Paradisa, but after having his own fall through before it'd even come, and considering the unorthodox nature of the couple itself, he was left with a variety of feelings he was having difficult sorting through. Mourning his chance at bedding either of the grooms was one of them, although he was sure he never had much of a chance at that in the first place. His own insecurities aside, he did feel happy for them, and did his best to be a cheerful guest. A few glasses of wine helps his process considerably. He samples a little of everything as it passes his place at the table, and once things had settled, he stood up and raises a glass.

"May I offer a toast?"

Vanyel looked over to Felix, perhaps a bit in surprise. He counted the man a friend and was glad that he had come to share the occasion with them, but neither had he taken him for a speech maker. He took a sip of his own wine and nodded his head to the other, his mouth turned up in a smile he could not get rid of if he tried.

"Of course. We would be honored, Felix."

"Please." he was equally surprised, his brown eyes wide, "Say whatever you wish." his smile matched Vanyel's - there was very little that could darken his mood and he suspected Vanyel felt the same way.

This was the shining light at the end of a long, painful tunnel. Both of them bore scars of the struggle toward happiness.

Felix twirled his wine glass in his fingers in a brief moment of visible uncertainty, unsure exactly of what words he wanted to say.

He cleared his throat. "Very few people are quite so lucky to meet someone they know with absolute certainty is the one they are meant for, and even then it does not guarantee we will have the opportunity to be with them. Sometimes there are things that get in the way. The strictures of society, the call of a duty, or simply blind fate. If there is one thing that Paradisa affords us is the opportunity to bypass those burdens and seize your opportunity to be happy, if only for a short time..." he said, pausing as he wondered if the clock was now counting down for the two of them or if they would beat the odds. Would it make him feel more certain of where his own happiness lay if they did?

He raised his glass higher, smiling a blinding smile that he did not entirely feel as he continued, "To Vanyel and Tylendel, and your continued bliss."

Honestly, Vanyel found himself a bit stunned, just because it was a rather beautiful speech and heartfelt. He had not expected it from Felix. Not because he thought the other incapable, but because the other had never... displayed such things before? Or seemed to shy from them. He could not be sure, but still, he was touched by the words and he raised his glass a bit higher in thanks to the other before sipping.

"Thank you, Felix. It heartens us to know our friends support us."

"Well," he said, his cheeks reddening in slight embarrassment, his eyes darting away for a moment, "we are, after all, in this together. In a sense."

Duke is awkward, as usual, although he did do his best to make sure he was dressed nice.

All of his awkward is due to not remembering how or what to do during these. So, awkwardly collecting food and trying not to be terribly visibly awkward. He likes the two of them, this is occasion ought to be a happy one, he wants to avoid looking uncomfortable.

Duke would fine a hand coming to rest gently on his shoulder. Vanyel's. He had seen the other and was taking the time to mingle around as the group ate. It was the time for it, and this was not a formal affair, was it? No, it was a gathering of friends celebrating a special day.

"Is there something you like in particular, Duke? I can get a plate made for you."

The problem is Duke isn't terribly used to that 'gathering of friends' thing yet. It had been mostly Elucifur and him, occasionally with Khroma. The formal thing, he might manage to remember how to act. This? Confusion.

Duke tilts his head up toward Vanyel, blinking once. "...You do not..." Need to do that for him. He can pick through things and remember where what he likes is. "... I generally like all fruits..." He shifts awkwardly. "... I will get myself tea."

"Duke!" Tylendel walked over and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, "I'm glad you could come." he knew, partially, what it took to bring the man here and he appreciated the effort, "If there is anything else you would like to eat, let us know."

Yes. Let us know. That was a nice way to phrase things.

The only reason Duke doesn't jump half out of the chair when that arm goes about his shoulders is because Tylendel called his name first. He just twitches because he was not expecting that. Physically friendly people, he hasn't been around them for a decade.

"Wished to congratulate, even if not accustomed to celebrations." He likes you both, okay. But he's blinking blankly in Tylendel's direction for a moment.

"... You think alike."

Sorry, Duke, Tylendel was free with his affection - especially now that he was so content. The only time he had kept to himself was when he was the laughing-stock of the Collegium, but that was a long time ago. Van had fixed all of that and given him self-confidence.

"Thank you." he took a seat beside him and tilted his head, expression warm, "That doesn't surprise me. We want to see to the happiness of those who celebrate with us. You won't find us taking anything for granted."

Or anyone for that matter.

Reclusive habits are hard to shake, okay. Positive contact? Only for the last couple years here.

"And feeding generally works toward contentment, at least." Because it is a little hard to be happy when your stomach was growling.

".... Because of location, or past?"

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He Like It, So He Put a Ring On It

THE WEDDING FEAST

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