Syrlya + Trahearne

[chronosynthesis]

💐 WHO: (The ceremony) Syrlya, Trahearne, invited guests (After) OTA
💐 WHAT: Wedding!
💐 WHERE: Flower Fields
💐 WHEN: Winter 19, sunset
💐 WARNINGS: N/A

The warm glow of sunset settles over the flower fields as the couple–Syrlya and Trahearne–come together with their guests–Adelis, Mishka, Otegine, Kaspar, Amber, Oriphi–to celebrate their wedding. It is very much a sylvari affair–no pomp, no circumstance, just two individuals promising a future to one another, surrounded by those closest to them, with whom they want to share this moment. Besides the large picnic blanket, the roaring fire to one side, various platters of food strewn over the blanket, there isn't much. Syrlya and Trahearne are there first, and once everyone else is accounted for, they begin. Before he says anything, Trahearne takes Syrlya's hands in his.

"The very first time we said goodbye, you said to me, 'Come with me.' I said no, of course. Yet you remained with me in my mind as I ventured onward alone. For so long I had resigned myself to a lonely and duty-bound existence, but I soon found you had entrenched yourself firmly in my heart–you taught me true determination, perseverance in the face of impossible odds, and hope. You changed my life, and you were there by my side at every step of the way. It is little wonder I fell for you in the way I did. Now, should you ask me to come with you, I will follow without question. I make a promise to you that I will remain by your side–be it through dragons, the Void, any threat to Tyria or our people; or be it through sleepless nights, difficult decisions, or the troubles of mundane life. No matter what our future may hold, I am here for you; I hold you without judgment, or expectation–only love." That swell of adoration–that's only for them. But the tears that spill from his eyes–that's for all the rest to see. "I love you, Syrlya. And I can think of no prospect more delightful than spending the future together, with you."

Syrlya smiles, tears brimming in his eyes as Trahearne speaks–not enough to fall, but the adoration that hits him in the moment is just a little overwhelming. He squeezes their joined hands, feeling the pressure of their rings against his skin. "I understood from the beginning that our destinies were entwined. Our Wyld Hunts would support each other–and be necessary to ensure the other’s success. At the time… I hadn’t realized you would also entwine my heart. But you are noble, and boldness suits you. You are earnest, sincere, and care deeply. You approach the world with great intensity and mindfulness, and when you turn that on me… I feel as if I am the most important thing. I feel treasured. You are full of such goodness I could not understand why it seemed so many other people did not see it. But it did not matter to me, because I would always believe in you. And I was proud that you proved me right. As you found your confidence… I found myself falling deeply in love with you. Losing you was… one of the hardest things I had ever experienced. And in the years that followed, I could never truly shake the feeling that there was a hole in my heart that would never fill. To have you again is… nothing short of a miracle. A dream that I never want to end. So, yes, I will ask that you stay. With me, and I will make you a home that is safe, that is warm, that loves you as you deserve. Where no duty or death tears us apart again."

And he seals the promise with a kiss, and the presentation of a mindfully preserved forget-me-not. As far as wedding gifts go, it isn’t much–but they did already present much greater gifts to each other just weeks ago, and neither are the material sort anyway. And with the promise made between them, and as official of a marriage as any Sylvari is used to done, the celebration gets underway.

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WEDDING (Kaspar, Ori, Otegine, Mishka, Adelis, Amber)

[chronosynthesis]

[ Once vows and rings are exchanged, the rest of the evening is for the eight of them to mingle and enjoy each other's company. Trahearne and Syrlya are always happy to chat, if they're not busy being gross with one another, that is. There is a wide spread of food across the picnic blanket, not to mention the lavender & earl grey cake that takes front and center.

Besides other simple foods, like sandwiches, a stew, some spicy chicken wings, bug eater farm special pancakes (bugs not included, out of respect for one certain guest), there are also big bottles of drinks, like fruit juice, wine, and champagne. Who will take the honors of opening the champagne?

The couple are more than happy to take happy sentiments verbally–they didn't really think about gifts, or a guestbook.

The mingle is a free-for-all! Feel free to threadhop and whatnot. ]

[hearthwarming]

[ Ori has valiantly kept her promise to Trahearne not to try to contribute anything other than her presence to his and Syrlya's wedding... Though quietly tearing up through the entire ceremony falls within the bounds of that promise. She's doing her best, because, honestly:

"With me, and I will make you a home that is safe, that is warm, that loves you as you deserve." How is anyone supposed to keep their composure through such a beautifully articulated sentence, anyway? Can anyone keep their composure through that? Surely not Oriphi.

By the time the celebratory portion of the occasion starts, at least, she's managed to wipe her tears away and focus on - well, celebrating! With such a small group, at least, it's easy to mingle. She's holding a bottle of wine in one hand and a bottle of juice in the other, and looking at each person in question. ]

Would you like juice, or wine?

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[At each of them? Syrlya raises a brow.] You needn't cater for this, Ori. You're a guest for the occasion.

[Granted it's very much a free for all anyway, with people taking whatever they want when they want it. He holds a hand out for the bottle.] I'll take the wine.

[hearthwarming]

[ each of them! There's only eight of them! ]

I just want to make sure everyone has something to drink, that's all!

[ that is literally catering, but, of course she will pour Syrlya a glass of wine. ]

Your vows were so beautiful, Syrlya. My heart feel so full for the both of you. Congratulations!

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And they'll all be allowed to grab a bottle and pour for themselves. [Before she gets any ideas to attend to refills.]

But thank you, Ori. [He really can't help the pleased expression on his face.] I'm glad you were able to celebrate with us.

[It is nice, being able to enjoy their union without the fanfare of titles, or "what do you mean Firstborn Trahearne is alive". These people aren't weighed down by all that history.]

[hearthwarming]

Aha, fair enough!

[ And Trahearne did make her promise not to fuss, so... She puts the bottles back down easily; it's enough to have gotten to pour Syr's glass. ]

Trahearne told me that you're turning to your world at the end of all of this. Are you looking forward to going home?

hi ohwi 🥺

[passthrough]

[His laugh is vibrant as he raises his glass.]

Wine, please. It's a lot nicer in the company of good friends.

[Given the tiny crowd, it was hard not to see that emotional little moment she had during the vows, but her joy for the Sylvari matches his own in a way he feels almost jealous towards.]

It never gets old, seeing changes like this... I've never seen Syrlya so happy.

hewwo ohwtegine 🥺

[hearthwarming]

[ She's not ashamed of her reaction; she's always been so easily swept up in other people's emotions. But for the sake of keeping the moment focused on the newlyweds and the mood light and joyous, she's glad she could calm down.

And now, with a smile and a nod of her head, Ori can dispense a healthy pour of wine into Otegine's glass carefully, taking care not to accidentally spill. And once that's done she puts the juice bottle down so she can pour herself a glass, as well. ]

We were able to witness such a special, miraculous moment, weren't we? I'm really thankful to them both for letting us be part of it!

cake!

[pactmarshal]

[ Once Trahearne's composed himself after the sheer emotional impact the moment had, he turns his attention to the cake!

It's not very big, or fancy, perfect for the size and mood of the celebration, but it looks and smells tasty nonetheless. He takes the knife and begins to cut it into respectably-sized slices. ]

Would anyone like some cake?

hi cake I'm dad

[passthrough]

Please and thank you. I'll probably be grilled about it latter, hahah.

[Owen would probably be dramatically lying over a couch somewhere if he knew there was fantastic cake out here... either that or party crashing, but he hopes he wouldn't try the latter at least this once.]

I like how humble you've kept all of this. It fits the both of you well.

d-dad...? 🥺

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne slips a slice of cake onto a plate and hands it over to Otegine with a smile. ]

I'm not sure we'd want anything more than this. If we are to promise our futures to one another, then this is all we need.

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya does not scold Trahearne, because they are the hosts so that is their job.]

If you would pass me one, Dearheart.

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne flashes Syrlya a smile as he portions a slice to a plate. He looks at the slice, then turns to face him.

With a little cheeky twinkle in his eye, he cuts of a bit with his fork and holds it out for Syrlya to eat from :) ]

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya, as expected, leans over to take that bit of cake right off the fork with his teeth. He chews slowly, savoring the flavor.] It's delicious. This was a very good choice.

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne hums, taking the fork back to carve off another piece. ]

I'm rather looking forward to finally having a taste, in that case.

[ He brings the fork to his open mouth, but pauses. His eyes rest on Syrlya for a moment, then angles the handle of the fork towards him. ]

Or would you like to do the honours?

[ feed me bb?? ]

[hearthwarming]

[ After all the adorable cake sharing between the trees... Ori squeaks out her request. ]

Um... I'll have some cake, too!

[pactmarshal]

[ Oh! Thanks for snapping him out of it... It's hard to think of anything else with Syrlya here. Trahearne's head snaps to Ori, and it's like he remembers where he is. ]

Oh, of course!

[ He reaches to take a slice and serve it onto a plate, and hands it to Ori. ]

I think you'll like it.

[hearthwarming]

[ That's honestly so valid, and there's no hint of judgment or impatience in Ori's demeanor. It's just that she definitely did that thing where she thought she'd wait for it to pass so she wasn't awkwardly reaching for cake in the middle of their moment, but then it went on... and she wasn't sure when she could go for it...

Anyway, now she has a slice, and Trahearne can resume with Syrlya if he so desires! ]

Ah, thanks! It certainly looks and smells really good...

It's nice to see you so happy! Syrlya, too.

Champagne

[passthrough]

[Honestly, they deserve to be gross at one another. Look at them go. :)

As soon as Otegine sees there's champagne, though, he's gesturing for the bottle before he takes a full seat.]

Oh, here, I can take care of that. We had this at one of our concerts, the cork can fly right out if you're not careful.

May I?

[chronosynthesis]

If you insist, but I promise I won't take anyone's eye out. [Probably. He doesn't actually open many champagne bottle himself. Did those shake on the way here?]

POST-WEDDING (OTA)

[chronosynthesis]

[The “ceremony” lasts for a few hours and, aside from the vows, is really just a relaxing gathering with their closest friends. Things wind down not long after the sun sets, and they take down the sign indicating the wedding is in progress before they start to clean up. As such, it’s free reign for anyone coming to pick up their significant others or just passing into the meadow for other reasons.

There’s still some cake left over, and sandwiches and fresh fruit that Syrlya and Trahearne will offer to anyone–it’s less they have to take back after all.

Or, you may catch them as they make their way well packed to the mountain, up to the spiffed up hot springs that are now. Happily entwined as they are, they won’t ignore a familiar face.]

trahearne 👀

[calla]

[ After the ceremony, Kaeya wanders into the meadow to pick up his fiancé, but also to see his favourite tree. In his hands is a picnic basket, very similar to the one he brought on their little square date, including its contents. From his and Diluc's winery, one of their finest bottle and an assortment of snacks that would go along with it. He'll drop it right into Trahearne's hands as soon as he gets his treatment. ]

Congratulations, Trahearne. You must be overjoyed.

:gasp:

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne just so happens to turn, as he's busying himself with cleaning things up. He isn't expecting the sudden drop of weight in his arms, nor the familiar voice or the face.

He brightens. ]

Kaeya! [ He shifts the picnic basket in his arms. ] Thank you, I am--we are. [ He glances back at Syrlya, who's busy doing other things. ] It's good to see you. Are you here for Amber?

fav tree 😳

[calla]

[ He nods. ]

I am. Hopefully, our little bunny hasn't set any fires during your wedding ceremony.

[ He remembers how she shot a flaming arrow out a window and he got hit with it... ]

😳 👉👈

[pactmarshal]

[ u good, kaeya...?

Trahearne gives a little chuckle, and a shake of his head. ]

Of course not. She has been a delightful guest, and on her best behavior.

[ A beat. ]

I'm glad she's found you.