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Goin' to the Chapel

WHO: Keith, Lance, OPEN TO EVERYONE, MINGLE STYLE
WHERE: Ivory Chapel (Sanctum of the Twelve in East Shroud) on Eorzea, followed by a reception at Carline Canopy in Gridania
WHAT: IT'S A WEDDING
WHEN: A week after Lance sent the invites
WARNINGS: Hopefully none! Ahem. Please mark your threads. Also, while everyone got an invite, anyone causing problems will meet the pointy end of one of the swords Keith bought...

The Chapel

Upon reaching the Sanctum, it's hard to miss the Ivory Chapel. A massive greyish brown cathedral with huge amber glass windows was pretty easy to spot, especially with its several spires. The large double doors opened on arrival and the guests were shown to a waiting room if they arrived before the ceremony began.

Inside, the chapel more than lives up to its name the Ivory Chapel, as it's completely white. The only color comes from stained glass windows along the sides of the building, and the decorations that were, of course, in red and blue. (Our grooms are color-coded bishounen heroes, after all.) Several moments before the ceremony, the lights dim, and the entire venue takes on a blue glow. Flying cat-like Moogles, with the little balls atop their heads glowing bright, come to quickly and somewhat gruffly usher the guests into the main chapel for the ceremony.

The Ceremony

Shiro was officiating with special permission. Lance had been able to come up with a story about why he was able in regards to him being a captain of a military group somewhere on this world, and that he was Keith's brother and this whole long thing, and the people at the Sanctum bought it enough to allow it. Hopefully, they wouldn't be too upset when Shiro started reciting the nondenominational ceremony he knew from the Garrison's handbook.

Keith (without hat or gloves) came out first, and then took his place at one side of the altar. Then came Lance (also without gloves) to take his spot on the opposite side. During the ceremony, they exchanged vows they had written themselves, and then exchanged rings. The stones, also color-coordinated, of course, were the opposite of the ones on their engagement rings in a symbolic gesture that one would always be with the other.

They finished with a kiss, Lance surprising Keith by dipping him, and then led the procession out to the front. It was just the two of them for the receiving line, and then they came out of the chapel last to the happy crowd. A large Chocobo was saddled for two, and it carried them off to Gridania, and the crowd was encouraged to follow. They'll need to take the ferry from East Shroud to Black Shroud.

The Reception

Once in Black Shroud, they were led into Gridania, reaching a large building with a green and yellow floral stained glass roof. Inside, the restaurant was on the top level, just underneath the glowing glass canopy, giving it a sense of being in the tree tops with it's dark wood décor. Local cuisine of fresh vegetables and fruit along with game from the nearby forest was served for dinner. It was hearty and filling, if a bit bland for those who preferred lots of flavor. There was alcohol for those of age, and juices for those not. And, of course, a cake with a fire and ice theme.

And there was dancing! Lots of it! Keith wasn't big on dancing, but Lance was. And Keith was just happy Lance was happy. He did do a few dances with him, including their first dance as a married couple. But, for the most part, he let Lance have the spotlight.

As the evening drew to a close, Lance and Keith were sure to be around to say goodbye as people left and make sure everyone got a wedding favor.

Afterwards

The happy couple were off to their hotel room at the inn in the same building, and the Carline Canopy's tavern is cleaning up the remains of the party, but that doesn't mean Gridania has shut down. There were plenty of other places around that might still be open for that late night bite or more drinks. Go have some fun and celebrate! Or not... Up to you!

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Arrivals, meet ups, greetings... The grooms and officiant prepare.

Dustin is not here because he wants to be here. Like so many things involving large groups of people, he's here because he feels like he needs to be. As soon as Lance sent out the ship-wide invitations, Dustin knew he was asking for trouble; what else could possibly come of gathering a bunch of off-worlders that are supposed to be undercover into one place for a flashy wedding in a variety of public places? Surely the locals will start getting nosy.

The only thing for it is to make sure no one gets too involved that shouldn't be. Dustin spends his time before and during the ceremony proper outside the chapel, carefully patrolling the building and keeping an eye out for any shady customers. Did anyone ask him to do this? No. Does he realize that, by doing this lurking, he looks an awful lot like the shady customers he's supposedly protecting against? Also no.

Either way, there's a shifty-looking teenager hanging around the sides of the building and glaring at people. Maybe someone should let him know that this really isn't necessary.

Shiro officiates! Keith and Lance exchange vows and rings.

Noctis was sitting quietly as he looked around the chapel as the couple exchanged their vows. It made him wonder what his vows would've been had he married Luna, but fate hadn't been so kind to them. And then the king's thoughts drifted to Gladio but he quickly dismissed those thoughts. Love and marriage were built on trust and he hadn't exactly trusted the shield with the truth of his life. Even if it were done to keep the other from fretting and constantly worrying, it was still being withheld.

So he tried to focus on the couple and was so touched they'd offered to have people they didn't even know show up.

But he sat quietly and respectfully, and once the couple exchanged rings, there was a soft smile on his face. And he half turned to the person sitting next to him, with wonder in his low tone. "Really goes to show that life can be beautiful, even in a strange world."

Eat, drink, be merry!

Being present to 'look out for nosy locals' before and during the ceremony clearly wasn't enough for Dustin, so he's here at the reception, too. He was there on the ferry ride over as well, and in classic, socially awkward teenage wallflower fashion, he's doing is level best to draw absolutely no attention to himself and staying near the exit. At some point he's even been convinced to change into something more suitable for the occasion, perhaps as a way to blend in better, perhaps out of sheer peer pressure, the reason doesn't matter because the boy looks painfully anxious regardless. There's too many people here. But he's got a job to do, self-imposed as it is, so he'll just have to bear it until everyone leaves.

The fact that he's being fed helps, too. Dustin hesitates to approach the table of snacks at first, but eventually his growling hunger wears him down and forces him to shuffle into line, where he scoops as much onto his plate as he calculates it can handle. There's a single piece of some kind of roasted game animal in savory-smelling sauce calling his name. Dustin reaches out his fork to spear it--

--and catches the eye of whoever else is on the other side of the table with the actual serving fork, going for the same slice. His gaze narrows dangerously.

"I was here first."

The ceremony had gone better than he'd expected (mostly, worried about), and it's reception time. At this point, all the anxiety and nervousness and excitement have burned through his energy. Refilling and recuperation are needed, and what better way than to chow down?

Not needing anything special brought to the table he and Keith are sitting at, he just joins one of the lines for food, ready to pile a bunch up onto his own plate. Some of the meat smells absolutely delicious, and he's about to pick one of the pieces up when--

"Aw, c'mon man, don't you think I should get first dibs here?" he teases.

For a few tense seconds, it looks like Dustin might be prepared to call Lance on his bluff. He stares him down, fork hovering, face locked into a dour, serious frown.

Dustin's eyes flicker to his already very full plate. One piece of meat is not worth a fight. You know, in spite of the fact that Lance's tone suggests he's not going to raise his fists over it. That possibility doesn't even cross Dustin's mind.

"...Fine," he mumbles, deflating a little as he pulls back. "I have enough already."

While he's hungry, Lance is definitely not going to cause a fight over a piece of meat (on his wedding day, at least) and if need be, is willing to give it up... But he's happy when Dustin pulls back. Lance forks the piece and adds it to his own place.

"I mean, everything else here looks super delicious, and you've got a lot there... And honestly, I'm starving over all the stress of getting everything right today. I mean, Keith showed up at the chapel in casual clothes!" he says with a whine as he waves the fork around. "Just to freak me out!"

Dustin allows himself to mourn the lost meat for only a couple of seconds. Then, mentally scolding himself for his pettiness, he shakes his head and reaches for the next tray over - the one loaded up with bread slices thickly slathered in some kind of buttery paste full of herbs. Normally Dustin might be worried that he can't identify what the ingredients are in these food items, but he's taken the time to observe the other wedding guests eat each of the things currently loading up his plate. If they haven't dropped dead yet, he isn't likely to do so, either.

Meanwhile, there's Lance. Prattling. Dustin nearly ignores him, except a question springs into his head and it won't go away, annoyingly. He looks up from selecting a slice of bread with an arced eyebrow.

"That's...a problem?" A beat. "Seems practical to me."

"Well, normally yeah," he starts with another wave of the fork. "But we'd agreed to just show up in our suits anyway and get ready back at the inn before we got there. I wasn't, like, a hundred percent sure of their whole... I dunno, getting-ready-rooms at the chapel."

Slight pout.

"Typical Keith, though. It all worked out, but maaaan, typical Keith."

The pout at this point, though, turns into a little smile.

Dustin stares at Lance blankly.

"...Is it?" he frowns. "I've only talked to him once, but he was pretty straightforward about--I mean, he seemed like...hmm."

The internal conflict Dustin is having about this is completely unrelated to the playful gushing Lance just presented him with - namely, he's starting to question if the intel Keith gave him about the storms was entirely factual. Was he misled? Should he be mad? Please, Lance, this is important.

Lance shakes his head and chuckles.

"He is straightforward. To a fault, sometimes! But we've got our own weird relationship where we kinda like to mess with each other a lot. It's a long term thing," he explains. "Don't worry, he's serious when it comes down to it."

Dustin's frown only deepens. The idea that someone could actively behave one way with one person and then another way with everyone else, regardless of reasoning, feels duplicitous and weird to him. He can't imagine doing that - equal opportunity asshole, all the way.

"Sure," Dustin huffs, not sounding at all convinced. He moves on to the next platter: A fantasy-inspired salad, except this is totally normal cuisine for Eorzea and everything just kind of ends up looking fantasy-inspired. Dustin picks through it for the pieces of vegetable that will fit in the nooks between other foods on his plate. "Like on his wedding day? Seems like the time when you should be the most serious."

[Lance honestly can't believe how smoothly the day has gone. The days leading up to the wedding, he'd been absolutely panicking, afraid that disaster was somehow going to rain down and ruin one of the most important days of his life.

(Until they eventually get married back home, anyway.)

But thankfully, all had gone well, Keith's attire prank aside. They were married now. Keith was his husband.

After finishing a glass of champagne, he goes to the man in question standing nearby, wrapping an arm around his waist.]

Soooo, how do you feel right now, husband?

Overdressed.

[He smirked a little and then wrapped an arm around Lance in return, sneaking in a quick kiss. His expression softened into something more genuinely happy.]

Seriously, though... there's a lot. But I'm happy. That's the biggest one.

I mean, that's something I'm personally going to take care of later.

[He winks, but he returns that kiss.]

Me too. It's kind of overwhelming, but...man. Who woulda thought all those years ago, it was all leading up to this?

Ha... yeah, I'm sure.

[Yeah, he knew Lance by now. He looked down, taking Lance's hand in his own to look at the two rings.]

Yeah. And I thought you hated me. [He gently rubbed his thumb over the stones on the rings.] I'm glad, though... that it ended up like this.

I thought you hated me. But... I never hated you. Jealous? Yeah. Resentful? Sometimes. But...never hated.

[He leans in, pressing their foreheads together.]

But I'm glad, too. More than glad. I always dreamed about getting to marry the love of my life, and I'm so glad that's you.

[Keith nodded, giving a tiny amused snort through his nose.]

I didn't hate you. Honestly, there weren't really a lot of people I hated. [But that was for delving deeper into at another time.]

Mm. [Keith shifted his head to press his cheek against Lance's.] I'm glad it's you, too. [He pulled back just enough to make eye contact, releasing his arm from around Lance only long enough to cup the side of his face.] I love you.

I love you too.

[He leans into that touch, giving a happy little sigh. God, how did he get this damn lucky? Sure, they're still in another world, and the future is uncertain, but... No matter what, Keith is going to be in that. He knows for sure.]

Y'know... We really do make a good team.

[That got a chuckle.]

Yeah. We do.

[Keith poked Lance a little.]

But you said you don't remember that.

Well, I lied.

[He grins, poking him back.]

Mm... [Keith caught Lance's hand.] Why were we such idiots?

We were dumb kids, I guess. Dumb kids do dumb things.

[Lance gives Keith's hand a squeeze, before running his thumb over his knuckles.]

It all worked out in the end, at least. I mean, we definitely have our dumb moments still, but...we've come such a long way.

[Keith smiled a little at that. Yeah. He had been a pretty dumb kid.]

Yeah. We have, haven't we?

[He squeezed Lance's hand in return, and then pulled him into a tight hug. They'd already done their first dance, but... Well, Keith knew how much Lance liked dancing.]

Come on.

[Yes... Keith loved Lance enough that he was willing to do an unprompted dance with him in public.]

[Oh. His eyes widen a little when he realizes what Keith's asking before he breaks out into a huge smile.]

Lead the way, husband.

[Keith pulled Lance close to him once they were on the dancefloor. It wasn't anything fancy. Keith wasn't a "dancer" in that sense of the word, but he was coordinated enough to be able to handle it. He tended more to follow Lance's lead anyway when it came to this sort of thing. He leaned his head in close, pressing his face against Lance's, just taking in the whole moment.]

[They don't need to do anything particularly fancy now, especially after the lengthy day so far. Lance just revels in Keith's presence, smiling as they dance.]

I'm gonna find a way to get back at you, y'know, for freaking me out with how you came dressed to the chapel.

[Keith snickered into Lance's hair.]

Yeah, I know. [He kissed Lance's neck.] I expect you to. Actually, I think I'd be disappointed if you didn't.

Mm.

[He smiles more at that kiss.]

Good. I'm going to have to make it extra good, then.

Oh, yeah? Promise or threat?

[Keith grinned at him.]

Continue to party on the town, go get some sleep. You don't have to go back to the ship, but you can't stay at the Carline Canopy (unless you want a room at the inn).

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Goin' to the Chapel

The Chapel - Before the Ceremony

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The Reception

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Afterwards