024 - Something Bloody, Something Blue - Video/Action

[worldofourown]

 

[ A wedding, even in the City, isn't odd news. ]

[ Unless it's a union between a dangerous ex-zombie and a psychotic vampire. That's right. Carla Morir  and Karl Fei-Ong. Tying the knot. ]

[ Barring that fact, though, the spread is surprisingly elegant. The Phantomhive garden has been decorated in eyecatching swathes of red-and-black. Beneath the dark canopies and glowing lanterns, a long black table arrayed with smoked-salmon bites, black caviar, truffle-stuffed birds, extravagant desserts and brightly-colored treats culminates in a monstrous wedding-cake. ]

[ Glasses of chilled champagne and red wine are ready. ( Along with pretty non-bottled drinks - straight from the fount - for those of the vampiric persuasion). Guests (curious, or coerced? ) have turned up in abundance. A string orchestra plays lively music amid chatter and tinkling cutlery. ]

[ The wedding ceremony has just ended. Toasts have been made. Pictures taken. The first dance danced. And, as with every big party, expect a splendid after-party. ]

[ Just ignore creepy rumors about an orgy and bloodbath at the wedding night. It can't possibly be true. ]

[ Can it? ]


[OOC: Obviously not a real wedding, guys. Both bride and groom are so very cursed. Post is open for video/text/action! Threadjacking, wedding crashing and shenanigans are so mightily encouraged. Just don't mess with the bride's gown. Or Karl will personally hunt you down and kill you. ]

Comments

[dignity_misery]

[There's little Justin. She sets her hand on his shoulder as she sits down next to him.]

I didn't know you smoked.

[ohcurses]

[Justin is always opposed to touching, but, usually, his years in the City with tactile people make it tolerable. Now, however, he flinches quite visibly.]

Carla.

You aren't very observant.

[dignity_misery]

[But she loves when he flinches, fingernails ghosting the side of his neck before she takes her hand away.]

Is that what it is.

[You don't normally look like a hobo either.]

[ohcurses]

[He relaxes visibly when she removes her hand.]

What?

[dignity_misery]

[She smiles lazily.]

Tell me about yourself, Justin.

[ohcurses]

There's nothing to tell.

[dignity_misery]

I'll decide that.

[ohcurses]

[He gives her a blank stare. If there's anything going on in his brain, he hides it well.]

What do you think you need to know?

[dignity_misery]

I want to hear the whole story. You didn't get me a wedding gift, did you? Why not that.

[ohcurses]

What would I have gotten you?

[dignity_misery]

The archangel brought me jewelry I'll never wear.

[Shrug.]

It's not quite as fun if I tell you what to bring me.

[ohcurses]

At least you don't have to figure out with to do with shit from me that you don't want.

[dignity_misery]

Exactly, if your story's boring, I'll just forget it.

[Yeah. She did that.]

[ohcurses]

[She's not going to let go of this, is she? Whatever. It's not like it's a secret.]

When I was seventeen, a... a co-conspirator and I killed someone. He died, I'm nine years into a life sentence, and San Quentin is even worse than this place.

[There. Nice and boring.]

[dignity_misery]

[Nice and boring. She looks amused. Considering their first conversation, there is an easy change to spot.]

No? You're not enjoying life in prison? [She leans close to him, smiling that awful smile she gets around him: sickeningly affection.]

Have they been cruel to you, you little snob?

[ohcurses]

[He leans away, but he can't summon the energy to be disgusted with Carla, or even annoyed.]

What do you think?

[dignity_misery]

I know what I think, but it's different making you say it.

[Honestly, it would be better than sex.]

[ohcurses]

Then yes, they have.

[There's no point to lying, although very few of his more unpleasant experiences had anything to do with being a snob.]

Does that make you happy?

[dignity_misery]

[She bites her lip against her grin spreading, for the little good it does.]

Yes.

[ohcurses]

Great. There's your wedding present.

[dignity_misery]

Good boy.