Day 19 - Time for a Wedding

[achickenformylove]

Who: Lan WangJi, Wei WuXian and anyone else who wants to attend!
Where: Garden carriage and then gym car
When: Day 19 of Egret
What: Wedding! Wedding reception and lots of food.
Warnings: Pretty much up in the air. But there will likely a lot of PDA's from the wedding couple during the reception... because that's how they roll

Finally, it was Day 19, the day that WangJi and WuXian had chosen for their wedding.

Ceremony
Inside the garden, everything had been decorated in red and gold, traditional colors for a wedding in China. There were flowers and a low table set up.

As the ceremony begins, Lan WangJi and Wei WuXian enter with Lan Sizhui and Wen Qing as their attendants. The wedding clothes for WangJi and WuXian are also red, with designs of forest animals in the designs sewn in, including frogs and rabbits. All of this was courtesy of their friendly neighborhood spider. WuXian was also wearing a red veil over his hair and face. Even WangJi’s ever-present forehead ribbon was red today instead of white.

As the pair approached the table, WuXian on one side and WangJi on the other, they alternated bowing to each other three times before kneeling. With the help of their attendants, they each drank a cup of tea, which they used their long sleeves as though hiding that they were doing so behind them. Once they had put the cups down, WangJi reached up, pushing the veil back so that he could see WuXian’s face before removing the forehead ribbon he’d been wearing. Taking WuXian’s hand, he used to make kind of a loose knot between their two wrists, a Gusu Lan symbol that WuXian was his fated partner. Then as they carefully stood, WangJi leaned in to kiss WuXian before they both bowed to their attendants, thanks for assisting them and being there for them.

Reception
Following the wedding ceremony itself, the party then moved to the gym car, where the reception and feast were being held. Like the decorations for the wedding, it was also a lot of red and gold. To those who didn’t know beforehand, it would likely be obvious that red and gold here very important.

Lots of food cooked by wonderful volunteers from the train. Of course, there had to be dessert, which was the cake baked by the couple’s son, Lan Sizhui.

As the wedding couple, they were rather happily seated together of course. WangJi had since replaced the forehead ribbon on his head, but there was a high likelihood that sometime during the party WuXian was going to end up wearing it around his wrist.

[ooc: Mingle post! Feel free to make your own top levels and tag around and have fun. Also, in the picture, ignore the hat for WangJi’s robes. He’s not wearing a hat]

Comments

[so_dark_a_road]

Oh, those collars! The collar of a son always needs straightening, especially if it belongs to Curufin. He smiles back at her, basking in the glow of maternal love. His dark eyes are bright with a son's love for his mother.

"Thank you, Mother. Yes, it's a style of Men. I like the cut of their clothing. I was rifling through the dressing car and found this, and decided to wear it. It is a shade of red, if your definition of red is broad enough to include the red-purples. But I do like your dress. You've chosen to arrive in High Elf high style! You look beautiful."

He looks around to see where the dancers are clustered, and leads the way. "Over there! Would you like to waltz or dance frenetically the way the mortals here are mostly doing?" He shakes his head with amusement. "One would almost think they were Elves at a moonlit revel in Himlad."

[marriedanidiot]

Exactly.

She smiles. "Your father likes to see me in the jewels he made."

The language of gems was a Noldor invention, that only those of her own kin here can read, but Nerdanel delights in it all the same, wearing her husband's apologies and declarations of love, his promises of forever.

"Oh dear, I think these modern dances are a bit too odd for me!" She laughs.

[so_dark_a_road]

Fortunately for Curufin's collar, he has a mother.

"I'm sure Father does like to see you in those jewels. I learned to make red gems from him, of course, and it's a color I greatly admire." He of course does know the symbolic language of gemstones, and he knows what his father's creations mean, the love and the sorrow.

"I agree the modern dances are a bit odd. Though I haven't had any trouble learning their style, and I greatly enjoy dancing in that way. But you and I can dance a bit more decorously. We know all the old Elvish dances, and we can choose one from the slower and more formal dances, can't we?"

[marriedanidiot]

"Your father has a bias." She says tolerantly. "As do you! Fortunately they do go well with this dress."

"True - why don't we do so, in that case! You can teach me the modern dances later."

[so_dark_a_road]

"Yes, Father does have a preference for red." He scratches his head humorously and opines: "You don't think it could have anything to do with being a spirit of fire, do you?"

He smiles, holds out his hands and asks formally, "Madam, may I have this dance?" Fortunately, at this moment the music that is playing has a vaguely waltz-like theme, and will suit well with a formal Elvish partner-dance.

[marriedanidiot]

She laughs. "You can ask him that yourself. Perhaps."

She curtsies. "My lord, you may."

[so_dark_a_road]

He laughs with her. "I don't think I'll ask him. Or if I do, I'll make it a joke."

He bows to his partner and offers her his arm. "Then let us dance as though we were still in Tirion."

And he whirls her away into the crowd of dancers.

good place to end?

[marriedanidiot]

She laughs in return, whirling in her son's arms.

yes

[so_dark_a_road]

They dance until they're too tired to dance any more.