[OPEN] it's a wedding party come getcher party favours

[forwander]

Who: Passenger, Sesa, & You
What: Wedding party for two losers
When: Early June, before Night Vale
Where: The beach
Warnings: Well it's a party log so. Frat boy stuff I imagine-


[It's a sunny, lovely day by the seaside cabanas. Most people, perhaps all people in attendance, are still monsters. It's a hilarious time to have a wedding, but it's officially been about a year-ish since Sesa first proposed, so here we are. Both of them are in white, Sesa in a clean-pressed, nice, traditional Sargonian getup, and Passenger in something sleek and flowing to account for the naga tail. They'll take their vows with Heimr as the officiant — because why hire any of the Real Fake Priests here when Heimr, who's obviously superior, can do it — exchange a kiss that maybe goes on for uncomfortably too long if you're an audience member (sorry), and then that's it, you're done thanks for coming!!

...

No, just kidding, this is where the party starts. There are tables laid out with food on the pier proper, mostly consisting of traditional Sargonian (Arabic) treats and drinks, like what Passenger serves at the cafe. There are a few other food items out, too, things Passenger calls Columbian fare and matches anyone's expectation of classic American finger foods. Little tea sandwiches, tiny pies and cake slices, the works.

In Sargon, the cake cutting is done with a sword, so that's what they're doing here. They'll do it together, before everyone gets to eat their unevenly-sliced sword-blessed wedding cake.

Of course, other than the food, there's another tradition in Sargon: Dancing, all in a circle, shoulders touching (or close to touching, as a bunch of monster-transformed people are able). They call it dabke, a folk dance, and the newlyweds will happily instruct anyone how to do it properly... although neither of them seem to mind if you go off to the beat of your own drum with it.

Happy wedding day! The liquor flows freely and the dancing will last until the afternoon. Break shit, eat, drink, and enjoy the waves to your heart's content — if you go swimming in the sea, no one will judge you.]

Comments

[cryopathy]

[if they wince, they hope he doesn't hold it against them. kiera can tolerate being thought of in a variety of negative ways, but "brooding" is one that does not feel... great.]

Well, I apologize for the awkwardness. Typically, when I make a fool of myself, it's intentional.

What can I do for you in return, now?

[notthislife]

It was hardly a bother. I was more worried about you than what I was hearing. Although...

[His brows lift, a touch conspiratorial.]

You could tell me what it was you wanted my mouth to do.

[cryopathy]

[ugh. kiera is so accustomed to being the one flustering people, and now this? she's going to kick some gargoyle ass.

oh, well! despite being taken by surprise for a single moment, they straighten up with a light toss of their hair and a characteristic smirk.]

Oh, I'm sure a dashing man like you has enough experience to think of a few things.

[notthislife]

Oh, certainly. But what if I wanted to hear you tell me all about it. A voice like that... [He gives her a wink.]

But only if you want.

[cryopathy]

Flatterer. [nah, her tone suggests she knows she deserves the praise, but she's grateful for it nonetheless. she's been stuck in the grove for far too long, going unappreciated.

kiera sidles up beside him, nudging their shoulders together, face tilted slightly toward him, and partly facing the rest of the party. it's to both appear unassuming to the rest of the attendees, but also entice verso that little bit more by remaining just out of his reach.]

You could start with a kiss. Skin or lips would be equally pleasant, so I think I'll leave the choice up to you. And don't worry -- I may be at least something of a lady, but I always reciprocate.

[notthislife]

[And Verso, in kind, angles his head toward her. His voice is low, mouth not terribly far from her ear. His posture, though, remains relaxed. If anything, they just look like they're exchanging secrets.]

How rude would it be of me to steal a kiss here and now? Or should I make you wait for it?

[He knows how these things go for him. He's playing a dangerous game. But it's one night, and he's been all out of sorts lately.]

[cryopathy]

Rude to me, or to our blissful hosts?

[kiera can't help but laugh. she's a tease, herself, at the best of times, and oh, beasts, has she missed this game. they could string one another along most of the night and she'd probably still be glad to continue playing.]

I don't think an innocent kiss would ruffle any feathers. [not that kiera expects or desires innocence.] Now, if you happen to get impatient, there are private cabanas down the beach... [the implication is clear enough: how long is verso willing to wait?]

[notthislife]

Our hosts, of course. You might already have a presence here, but I'm still at the first impression stage.

[And he gets the strangest feeling that running off to the private cabanas would be particularly polite of him.

A kiss, on the other hand? He might be able to do that. He'll have to card his fingers through her hair, careful to not be too tender about it.]

Perhaps I'll take one right now.

[And if she doesn't complain, Verso will carefully lean in.]

[cryopathy]

You've already been seen in public with me, ser. Your chance at a decent reputation is forfeit.

[there's a relaxed smirk on their lips as they allow his touch, and in turn press their hand onto verso's beautifully adorned chest. they're not sure which is nicer; his body or the gold-trimmed suit wrapping it up.

he meets no resistance from kiera. gods, they're so eager for this, but they don't want to come off too desperate. it'll take all their willpower not to devour him in one go.]

[notthislife]

That bad, huh?

[He doesn't give her a chance to respond, for the record. His lips brush over hers. It's a gentle touch, and one that is fleeting, at that. Call it him being a tease, or perhaps too tender. He's pretty sure he knows what she's after, but it's hard to break old habits.

He lingers close, sharing breath with her. Now that the ice has been broken, he'll let her respond in kind and truly set the pace.]

[cryopathy]

[kiera gives a small huff of breath against his lips, in protest of the ghost of a kiss. yet, they still take the time to savor their closeness for a time before moving in, themself. their free hand raises to trace his bearded jaw as they pepper their own short kisses from one corner of his lips to the other. even though their horn is relatively new, they're careful in their angling not to hit him with it.]

[notthislife]

[Yes, he's well aware of the horn, enough so that he is vaguely worried about being impaled by it. Worried for a few minutes, at the very least. It lessens significantly the longer the kiss goes on, the longer their cool touch lingers against his skin. The affection steadily reminds him how to relax in a kiss like this, and it isn't long before he dares to nip against their lower lip.]

[cryopathy]

[there's another breath, softer now, that passes through her lips, and this time she allows them to remain parted. the hand on his chest slides up and over his shoulder into his hair, where it bunches up to tug a bit at the same time she tries to pull him in closer. a clear good, but keep going.]

[notthislife]

[Close as they are, he has no doubt that the vibrations of his rumbling laugh will echo through their form. Good. Let them really enjoy it, especially as he runs his tongue over her lower lip. He lingers only for a moment, savoring the taste, before allowing himself to take the plunge inward.]

[cryopathy]

[his laughter has its intended effect; even into the kiss, they smile. the sigh of relief this time is metaphorical, kiera's body relaxing as they press back against his tongue immediately. even their fingers cease yanking his hair and instead spread to massage at his scalp.

no, they don't give a fuck that they're making out at someone else's wedding. they've needed this for so godsdamned long.]

[notthislife]

[Verso has half of a mind to pull back, apparently caring far more than Kiera. But there's something soothing about the way their fingers work against his scalp, and he finds himself making a faint noise into their shared kiss. His hand starts to drift downward, reaching the small of their back before he finds his senses and takes a step back.]

Ah. Harlot indeed. [His eyes are absolutely dancing, and his cheeks dangerously flushed.]

[cryopathy]

[there's a hint of disappointment in their eyes when he steps back, but there's plenty satisfaction, as well. enough that they don't comment on how red he is or how handsome it looks on him. hopefully he's at least stayed close enough that they can keep their arm draped loosely over his shoulder.

their own laugh is a soft lilt.]

Inside joke. But if the shoe fits, as they say. [wink!]

[notthislife]

[Verso does indeed remain close enough, enjoying the weight of her arm against his form. He notes, just as he did with the rest of her skin, how much cooler it feels relatively. How interesting.]

Not a shoe I mind someone wearing. In fact, I might wear it myself sometime.

[cryopathy]

[at least they don't feel cold as a corpse anymore. beasts, imagine if they had still been a vampire. no sunny beach, no wedding, no kiss. what a miserable life that would have been.

their brows arch. kiera's turn to appear scandalized.]

Good sir! Is that a proposition?

[notthislife]

[Verso arches his brows in kind. He'd fold his arms over his chest and look a little smug while he was at it, but that would interrupt the close little embrace they've got going on.]

It might. It might not be. [A pause.] Although, if I'm reading your intentions right, I may not be your cup of tea.

[cryopathy]

[ahhh, here it comes. the exact thing kiera has been dreading. they are an expert in keeping their face straight, however. if anything, they appear curious.]

Oh? How do you figure that?

[notthislife]

[He knows that she knows, but it doesn't do much to help. He tries to keep his tone light, rolling his shoulders in a casual shrug before finally speaking.]

You know how some people are. Terrible at keeping their feelings in check. I'm afraid one look at a beautiful specimen like you and I was already afflicted.

[The most dramatic of sighs.]

And if you really want a terrible line. "It's not you, it's me."

[cryopathy]

[as he speaks, kiera's eyes turn up in amusement. he's plenty aware, it seems, both of himself and of their intentions, which is a very good thing.

maybe if he hadn't referred to them as a specimen, they would have let it die. unfortunately, that's only another turn on.]

Hm... and yet, you chose to kiss me before telling me this. [their tone isn't accusatory, but exploratory.] Your assessment is accurate -- I've never been one to even experience that sort of attraction.

Both of us having cleared the air, then, is it unfair of me to leave how, or whether, we go forward up to you?

[notthislife]

I said I get attached, not that I didn't have needs. [There's a low rumble of laughter that follows. He leans in that little bit closer, taking a piece of hair between his fingers, then twirling it around the index.]

I don't mind going forward, under the assumption that whatever feelings I become plagued with, I shall not vocalize them to you. Only if you are comfortable knowing that may well happen.

[cryopathy]

[they sigh gently, allowing him to toy with their hair and similarly easing their fingers back into his. sure, the concept does give them a slight Ick, but as verso himself says -- they have needs.]

Likewise, I may not be interested in romance, but I don't like to think myself heartless. Will you be honest with me if a time comes that pain outweighs your pleasure? To allow you to suffer in silence while I take what I want would only be cruel.