crescentview | your name like a song i sing to myself

▶ WHO: Adelis, Mishka, invited guests
▶ WHAT: Wedding Ceremony
▶ WHEN: March 26th
▶ WHERE: The Beach
▶ WARNINGS: Ostoyans. Mishka in general

| Adelis & Mishka |

≫ CEREMONY.

The invitations are delivered without much ceremony- either handed straight should they be home to receive them, or left neatly in the fold of their doors. It's plain, simply cursive gold on black, to match the lack of grandeur some others may have, which will become apparent the moment everyone arrives.

The beach is quiet, moon reflecting off the dark water in silent observation. There is no vibrant decorations, no music or pomp and circumstance. It is not traditionally Ostoyan to be grandiose, sans a rich few, and neither of the two are looking for a particularly massive affair anyway. There are the guests, and then there are Adelis and Mishka. While not overtly romantic, nor cloyingly sweet, those who know them well enough know their feelings get across well enough without the lengthy vows. There are promises, short and sweet, with the idle lacing of fingers, Mishka's smile curving to Adelis' exasperation, however less biting than usual it may be.

The kiss is, for them, rather chaste— if only for Adelis insisting on not giving everyone a show. You should thank him for that.

≫ THE AFTER.

Of course, it's not a simple touch and go— not quite, anyway. While Adelis would not care much, Mishka is far more sociable (and far more insistent on cake). There is a table set up, lightly embossed tablecloth holding up the items for the guests. No food or snacks, due to the timing at night.

There is a neat, leather-bound journal at the end of the table, a pen carefully slotted next to it as a guestbook, and rather than one big cake to cut, it's an assortment of raindrop cakes, drizzled with brown sugar syrup. One for everyone, and then some, should you want more...although, don't be surprised if the taller of the grooms is eyeing the rest. His sugar addiction has gotten worse in recent weeks.

There is also wine and champagne, thin glasses for the taking. No getting hammered, however, because neither of them are helping you home if you do. Feel free to enjoy yourselves for the rest of the time, although don't expect it to go on for too long. They have places to be. ]

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[ Short and sweet the actual ceremony was, it means you're free to mingle however you like once all is said and done. The light is soft, lanterns idly shedding a warm glow over the table and everyone, and while it's not as bright and colorful and loud as some ceremonies may be, it has a homey feel all the same. The drinks and cake are free for the taking, and the two are available to talk- whenever Mishka isn't hanging off Adelis, that is.

Adelis himself can be found (when he's free) idly sipping wine, lace gloves carefully wrapped around the stem of the glass. While he didn't particularly enjoy being watched, as he tends to be, he has no complaints to offer on the matter. It feels strange, definitely, but he's in a better mood than he usually would be...even if it's. Hard to tell. Being himself. But feel free to talk to him, because he's listening.

He's not eating that cake, though. He's side-eyeing that sugary abomination like it's cursed him. ]

your name like a song i sing to myself—

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