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crescentview2023-03-19 01:25 pm
chronosynthesis) wrote in crescentview2023-03-19 01:25 pm
Syrlya + Trahearne
💐 WHO: (The ceremony) Syrlya, Trahearne, invited guests (After) OTA
💐 WHAT: Wedding!
💐 WHERE: Flower Fields
💐 WHEN: Winter 19, sunset
💐 WARNINGS: N/A
💐 WHAT: Wedding!
💐 WHERE: Flower Fields
💐 WHEN: Winter 19, sunset
💐 WARNINGS: N/A
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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. |
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"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." |
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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." |
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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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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.
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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.
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Trahearne is mostly oblivious to her conundrum, though, and he folds his hands neatly in his hands. He's pretty certain she'll know where he got the idea from. Well, at least the lavender part.
He beams--brighter, if that's possible. There's a little flush on his cheeks, too. ]
I am happy. We both are. [ He glances back at his Beloved, gaze lingering for a bit before turning back to Ori. ] I'm so glad you could be here to share this with us.
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When she's done with that bite, her lips are spread wide in a grin. ]
Trahearne... The scones...!
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You noticed. [ Excellent! He knew he could count on her. ] They left quite an impression on me. [ lavender ]
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That's... That's wonderful, Trahearne. I'm so glad. Now they can leave quite an even bigger impression for the both of you on your special day, too!
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If we ever manage to have some again in Tyria, I will always think of the good times in Crescentview. [ And he hopes that never changes. ] My wedding, meeting you...
[ He looks up to the sky, streaks of orange over the darkening sky. ]
Thank you for being my friend.