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re_alignment_logs2013-08-13 08:10 pm
sword_redemption) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-08-13 08:10 pm
the bells are ringing....
who Drift, Wing, with-permission Barricade and OPEN
what schmoopy nuptials
when nowish
where A crystal geode cave near Solus's
warnings no unhappy allowed.
right, a place in his chassis feeling warm and fulfilled just thinking about it. Wing, his conjunx endura.
From the gutters of Rodion to here. It was a long, impossible journey, a second chance he probably didn't deserve but was determined not to waste. If he could make Wing happy, he'd devote his life to it. Not because he felt he had to, but because he wanted to.
But there's the nervousness of the event to be gotten through. He's spent days, lying in Solus's, yet again, trying to envision this as perfect, as beautiful as he could make it. Wing's love of symbolism was contagious: he wanted their union to get off on a bright start, despite the dark path things seemed to be taking lately.
The stars glimmer overhead, almost dimmed by the bright glow from the geode and the flitting lights of the glowing bugs. Sound seems to emanate from the geode, a soft, piezoelectric ping, soft music that seems somehow fitting for the occasion. He's strung a long garland made of the scraps of fabric from one of Wing's magpie pile, slipping into it a panel from that dreaded skirt he wore when he was human, and a sleeve of one of Vandal's sweaters. He still wished she could be here, making fun of how nervous he was, keeping him level.
He's invited people, but with the way things are lately, he's not sure who can come. But he hopes, as he looks up the path he'd made from shining metal panels he's scavenged in the Junk Yard, that at least some of them show up, if only to have someone else see how beautiful Wing is as he walks down that aisle, fire lizard twined around him. He offers a nervous smile at Barricade as the taller mech arrives: Barricade's patched him up more than once, and been, well, a good friend, even though Drift was pretty sure the other mech didn't believe any of the religious stuff. Still, it was a start, and witnesses made it all the more, well, real.
OOC: starter threads for Ceremony and After Ceremony Mingling. Feel free to join either. :D
what schmoopy nuptials
when nowish
where A crystal geode cave near Solus's
warnings no unhappy allowed.
right, a place in his chassis feeling warm and fulfilled just thinking about it. Wing, his conjunx endura.
From the gutters of Rodion to here. It was a long, impossible journey, a second chance he probably didn't deserve but was determined not to waste. If he could make Wing happy, he'd devote his life to it. Not because he felt he had to, but because he wanted to.
But there's the nervousness of the event to be gotten through. He's spent days, lying in Solus's, yet again, trying to envision this as perfect, as beautiful as he could make it. Wing's love of symbolism was contagious: he wanted their union to get off on a bright start, despite the dark path things seemed to be taking lately.
The stars glimmer overhead, almost dimmed by the bright glow from the geode and the flitting lights of the glowing bugs. Sound seems to emanate from the geode, a soft, piezoelectric ping, soft music that seems somehow fitting for the occasion. He's strung a long garland made of the scraps of fabric from one of Wing's magpie pile, slipping into it a panel from that dreaded skirt he wore when he was human, and a sleeve of one of Vandal's sweaters. He still wished she could be here, making fun of how nervous he was, keeping him level.
He's invited people, but with the way things are lately, he's not sure who can come. But he hopes, as he looks up the path he'd made from shining metal panels he's scavenged in the Junk Yard, that at least some of them show up, if only to have someone else see how beautiful Wing is as he walks down that aisle, fire lizard twined around him. He offers a nervous smile at Barricade as the taller mech arrives: Barricade's patched him up more than once, and been, well, a good friend, even though Drift was pretty sure the other mech didn't believe any of the religious stuff. Still, it was a start, and witnesses made it all the more, well, real.
OOC: starter threads for Ceremony and After Ceremony Mingling. Feel free to join either. :D