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smartass_captain) wrote2019-12-07 04:26 pm
smartass_captain) wrote2019-12-07 04:26 pm
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A Very Nexus Reception
To all the friends of the happy grooms, PINpoint messages have already been sent weeks ago inviting them to expect quite the street party arranged in the commons of the Nexus. Guests have been invited to bring an appetite--both for food and for a social adventure. Nirnish weddings are public affairs, after all. While the ceremony has had to be somewhat sequestered for the sake of keeping the existence of Other Worlds a secret, neither Felix nor Jim would want to leave out their interdimensional friends entirely. Having a reception party arranged in the Nexus became the natural plan of action.
Overnight large sections of the Commons are transformed via diligent craftsmanship and quite a lot of magic from those who’ve volunteered. Lanterns representing the Divines are hung along every lamp post, bringing at least the idea of warmth even if the flames are too small to heat their surroundings alone. Bardic tunes carry in the air as readily as the scent of food and drink. Past banners of red and black, blue and white the people gather.
For both grooms this is nearly a continuation of the day before. They’ve had the chance to sleep off the nerves of their ceremony. Today is entirely for celebration--uninhibited celebration at that. No more minding what is said and isn’t. No more pretending to be anything other than who they are. Jim’s traded out his Nirnish finery for a suit and tie, garments he’s much more familiar with. Felix is staying with his native clothing; though he may have dressed down a little from his wedding clothes, the conjurer’s dressed in fitted breeches and his best fur-trimmed coat and boots, the soft hide dyed blue to match his tunic. By their side sits the conjurer’s spectral wolf familiar, ears pricked at the gathering.
As the guests find their ways over it will be easy to spot their friends amidst all the decor along with many other avenues with which to enjoy themselves….
Greetings
Food and Drink
Music and Dancing
Bonfire Entertainment
Party Games
((Links to all relevent wedding Prose can be found Here!))
Overnight large sections of the Commons are transformed via diligent craftsmanship and quite a lot of magic from those who’ve volunteered. Lanterns representing the Divines are hung along every lamp post, bringing at least the idea of warmth even if the flames are too small to heat their surroundings alone. Bardic tunes carry in the air as readily as the scent of food and drink. Past banners of red and black, blue and white the people gather.
For both grooms this is nearly a continuation of the day before. They’ve had the chance to sleep off the nerves of their ceremony. Today is entirely for celebration--uninhibited celebration at that. No more minding what is said and isn’t. No more pretending to be anything other than who they are. Jim’s traded out his Nirnish finery for a suit and tie, garments he’s much more familiar with. Felix is staying with his native clothing; though he may have dressed down a little from his wedding clothes, the conjurer’s dressed in fitted breeches and his best fur-trimmed coat and boots, the soft hide dyed blue to match his tunic. By their side sits the conjurer’s spectral wolf familiar, ears pricked at the gathering.
As the guests find their ways over it will be easy to spot their friends amidst all the decor along with many other avenues with which to enjoy themselves….
((Links to all relevent wedding Prose can be found Here!))
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As the pair pass by the table a second time, the demon turns his attention the angel, a grin pulled wide across his face. "Would you like to pick our first treat of the night, angel? Or is it my turn?" He honestly can't remember who chose last night's chocolate torte while they were out for dinner. Taking turns when choosing what to eat is important!
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Then he lays eyes on the food, and -- well. It wouldn't hurt to have a bit of a nibble first.
"It all looks marvelous," he sighs in pleasure. "They don't have wedding feasts like this anymore, do they? At least, not with so many roasts."
It's the honey cakes that he has the biggest eyes for, although when Crowley asks whose turn it is to choose, he smiles at him and gives his arm a warm squeeze. "I believe it is yours, dear. Pick whatever you like."
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Crowley hums his approval at being given free reign over the dessert table. Hmm, what shall they start with? The demon pauses them in front of platters covered with assorted fruit tarts and carefully plucks up one filled with apples. "Let's start here, and then try those cakes you've got your eye on," he offers. Seems the best of both worlds to him.
He takes a small nibble from the hand-sized tart, exhaling a content sigh as he savors the bite. More savory than sweet and with just the right amount of spices to compliment the flaky crust. "Try this," he says, holding the tart out for Aziraphale. Yes, they are most definitely to the point of the relationship where they feed each other in public. "You'll love it."
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He hums in satisfaction, then turns his attention to the tart in Crowley's hand. A small chuckle escapes him -- naturally Crowley went for the apple. "Trying to tempt me?" he can't help but tease. There is a blush high on his cheeks, but it doesn't stop him from leaning in and taking a careful, clean bite, delighting in this bit of public intimacy.
The savoriness surprises him, and he relishes the flavor while he chews, eyes shutting briefly. "Oh, that is exquisite," he praises after swallowing and licking away a flake of escaped crust from his lips. "I do love it. Excellent choice, dear."
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very secretsoft spot for. He smiles down at Aziraphale. "We'll have to ask them the story, when we have the chance. Must be a good one to end with a party like this." Or so he hopes. He has no idea that a romance like this could start off like one of the many serials that his angel has been reading through lately.He chuckles at being teased. "Aren't I always?" It's kind of his thing, after all. But he'll never not be happy to see Aziraphale enjoying whatever thing the demon tempts him into. And that response he gets to the chosen tart? Crowley is definitely enjoying that for a long moment before he answers.
"Good. I haven't lost my touch, then." Grinning, he helps himself to another bite of the tart before setting it aside on a plate. They can finish it later, if they so choose. For now, though... "Time to try the honey cakes? Your turn to go first." And to feed him, of course.
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Does it really count as tempting if the angel agrees so readily? He's clearly enjoying himself, aware that Crowley is taking pleasure from his own satisfaction. "As enticing as ever, my dear." He watches Crowley eat with a soft smile on his face before turning his attention to the honey cakes. Ah, so Crowley had noticed his interest. He selects one from the top of the stack, a soft sound of surprise leaving his mouth when he feels how warm it is to the touch.
"Oh, they're fresh," he sighs softly. "Look, the glaze hasn't even set." He takes a small bite and whimpers appreciatively. A bit of honey clings to his lips while he swallows and offers the small cake to Crowley.
"Careful, darling. It's very sticky."
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Looking past the very obvious residuals on Aziraphale's lips is difficult for Crowley. The way the angel lights up when he tries something delicious, the way his dimples become more prominent, those little sounds he makes... all very difficult to ignore. It takes the demon a few extra seconds of staring at his partner's mouth and debating how much he cares about making a scene before he's able to respond to Aziraphale.
"Sticky. Yeah." Stop staring, Crowley, or everyone will know you're drooling over the angel
as if they don't know it already. "Yes, right then. Let's give it a try."Without wasting any further time, he leans in to take a bite of the cake. It's as soft and spongy as it looks with a healthy helping of honey to top it all off. Crowley exhales a soft moan as he helps himself to a second nibble, simultaneously pulling Aziraphale a tiny bit closer as he does so. This is everything he could have wanted from this party.
"Mm, you're right. Sticky, but delicious." He smiles at the angel, a few crumbs stuck to the honey on his own lips. He's not really paying attention to that right now, though. His mind - and eyes - is still on Aziraphale's lips. "Speaking of, you've still got some, just there..."
Setting aside the plate in his free hand, Crowley gently cups his angel's face and draws him in for a kiss. It was his intention, at first, to clean Aziraphale's lips, but every time he has an idea where the angel and kissing are concerned, his brain loses focus. The kisses are always wonderful, and somehow anything else Crowley might have had in mind becomes far less important than simply continuing on with as many kisses as he can get away with.
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Crowley has teased him on more than one occasion about enjoying his food a little too much, but the demon has his own blissful moments, and Aziraphale watches with a similar look of longing. There are no sunglasses to hide the angel's bright blue eyes as he stares unabashedly at Crowley's honey-stained lips, or the graceful bob of his Adam's apple as he swallows. How much richer and deeper the angel's affections run now that he gives them free rein.
"You do, too," he murmurs, just before Crowley brings their lips together. It's Aziraphale who remembers his intention, gently swiping his tongue against Crowley's lower lip to clear away the honey, or perhaps it's merely an excuse to deepen the kiss, letting the sweetness of the cake mingle with their mouths, getting away with a little bit more than the angel would normally allow himself in public.
He finally pulls away, lips clean and a pleased smile on his flushed face. "Sticky and delicious," he remarks, fighting back a giggle. "Care for another bite?"
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He takes a breath once there's a little space between them again, reflexively trying to cool off and force the color from his cheeks. It's impossible, but with only Aziraphale looking at him right now, it's not so bad. "Another bite of that cake could be dangerous, angel," he teases, more earnest than playful. If honey and crumbs get everywhere again, he's going to sweep them away from this party before they have a chance to talk to the (main) happy couple. Demonic tendencies and ways of being aside, Crowley would like to at least thank them for the party before they go.
"Anything else on the table catch your eye? Maybe something a bit less messy?" There's many savory entrees and decadent desserts left for them to try. Choosing a few will be difficult, but definitely worth it.
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Drunk or not, he still recognizes the two, their distinctive contrasting color scheme making them easy to pick out of the crowd. Hopefully he won't be interrupting another intimate moment this time. "Hello! Have you had the drinks here? They're amazing." He prefers mead over whiskey, generally, but this stuff was strong enough that even an Asgardian can easily get hammered on it.
Later it may occur to him that this is not really a good first or second impression to give to potential new friends, but that is a problem for sober Thor. As is any guilt that comes with drinking the lion's share of a gift to one of the grooms, with permission or not.
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"Oh! Hello, Thor." He smiles at the deity benevolently. "No, we haven't made it to the bar yet, actually." Which is likely a first, in all honesty. He gives Crowley a coy smile. "My present company is already intoxicating enough."
He does eye Thor's glass, though. "Anything you'd recommend in particular? I wouldn't mind wheting my whistle."
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He gives his best impression of an innocent look as he grins down at Aziraphale. "The food looked too good to pass up," he teases in an effort to deflect from the light flush of his cheeks. How does his angel manage to get him to blush like this again?? They've known each other for long enough that this really shouldn't be a thing anymore. Something about being partners rather than best friends must make it possible.
"Maybe a second recommendation while you're at it?" he asks. He looks between Aziraphale and Thor before adding, "That way we can try twice as many at once."
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Huh. Something to puzzle over when he can string that thought together.
Never mind, not important. There's socializing to do! "Haven't eaten much yet but I probably should. What's good?"
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Both of those drinks sound like a pleasant choice to the angel. "By Jim, do you mean the groom? Er, one of the grooms?" He gently nudges Crowley. "Might be as good a time as any to offer our congratulations, although I think I'd like to start with that mead."
As for food, Aziraphale gestures animatedly to the dessert end of the buffet table. "Oh, you must try a honey cake, they are simply divine. The caterers are baking them all fresh."
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The demon nods down the table, intending that Thor follow close behind them since the bar isn't far off from the honey cakes. "They're a bit messy, but well worth the effort. Right, angel?" Return fire in the form of major teasing! How many times can Crowley make Aziraphale blush this evening? Bonus points for confusing Thor along the way.
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If he were more sober he might flinch at the term abandon being thrown his way, but as it is, he can appreciate the refusal to walk off and leave him to his own devices. He's had more than enough time on his own lately, probably. That frown turns into a grateful, friendly grin to Crowley, and a matching pat to the shoulder in thanks.
It shouldn't surprise him that these two have centuries of internal references that no one else will get, and it doesn't. It does make him wish for the days where he'd had friends he could do the same with, though. "Oh, I love honey cakes. We used to have them in Asgard. Well not exactly like these, but cakes with honey, anyway." Can he substitute that uncomfortable void with food? Signs inconclusive, more testing required. There are probably plates in plain sight, but Thor just grabs one of the little pastries without bothering.
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"Oh, no. It's simply what he is. A wily serpent -- the wily serpent." He smiles smugly, before remembering his audience. "Er, that is. In our world -- in the beginning, there was a garden called Eden, and the first two humans, Adam and Eve. I was guarding the Eastern Gate, and Crowley was a snake, tempting Eve to eat from the Tree of Knowledge."
If he gets his words out faster than usual, it's only so Crowley doesn't have a chance to shush him and interrupt their meet cute story.
He'd say more, but Crowley is commenting on honey cakes while giving Aziraphale that look. "I think honey lends a bit of homeyness to sweets," he replies to Thor, trying and failing not to blush while he ignores the demon next to him. "Certainly worth the mess. Crowley, be a dear and order some mead for us?"
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"I can't have any, but I have it on very good authority that the berry hand-pies are really good." Bruma's colder clime means plenty of snowberries get mixed in with the more conventional fruits of Cyrodiil, giving them a unique flavor no where else within the Province can match. "Though there are a few plain apple pastries over on the other table, too, if that's your preference. I can't eat All of them."
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"Everything looks lovely," he says assuringly. "I'll be sure to sample what I can. Ah, congratulations are in order, I believe? We were just about to go over and offer them." He gives Crowley a brief look. They should have waited in the reception line, now they look like they're only here for the food and drink.
He offers Jim a hand to shake. "Thank you very much for including the Nexus in the celebration of your nuptials. I'm Aziraphale, and this is my partner, Crowley."
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"We were waiting for things to calm down," he corrects shamelessly. "Didn't want to overwhelm you or your groom by making the queue even longer." It's not wholly untrue, so Crowley can count this as both a lie and not a lie, yes?
"Good to meet one of you at last." Crowley offers his hand to Jim when it's freed up then smoothly slips his arm around Aziraphale's shoulders. "It's a really nice party. Quite the cultural affair. Did you know, I heard people are playing dice games we haven't seen in a thousand years somewhere around here. How'd you manage that?" He's truly curious about that one; Those games were always good for a few temptations back in the day.
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The names are certainly strange, but Jim doesn't even consider that the gentlemen he's shaking hands with are anything other than human until Crowley brings up the pesky idea of time into the picture. That and the fact that Crowley implied that they don't know either groom, and Jim's just now starting to get an idea of how wrong his first assumptions were.
Are they Gods? Just how many does the Nexus have at this point? More over, would Felix be thrilled or horrified to know Jim had just approached a pair of them like he would have any other person with no reverence whatsoever? Blue eyes flit between angel and demon a moment, though he doesn't drop his smile. This human is well practiced at keeping his cool and lying through his teeth when needs must.
"Well, the game's easy enough. Felix's friends play those sorts of games a lot. I found out about it a couple of days ago." He gestures to another table further on, where his first officer is trying to walk a rather metallic looking person through their futuristic chess. "Felix's world and mine are fairly different. I can't say he's from the past, because it's an altogether separate reality, but technology wise? From where most of the Nexus seems to be he's from the Past and I'm from the Future. That's why there's so much mixing."
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The explanation of the difference between worlds brings an enchanted smile to Aziraphale's face. "Oh, how fascinating. I had heard that you were both from different worlds." He nudges his demonic partner in the side. "Doesn't it remind you of that novella I was reading, Crowley? The one about the astronaut traveling back to Roman times?"
He's purposefully leaving out the plot; Aziraphale has developed a penchant for steamy romance novels as of late -- 'research' as he likes to call them, although the only thing he's learned is that none of them are terribly realistic. He nestles under Crowley's arm and smiles at Jim curiously. "And I'm assuming you met in the Nexus?"
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"Hardly. A man from our time falling in love with a governor after being noticed while he's been working as a servant in the politician's house like these two?" He shakes his head at the angel. "You're reading too much into these stories, you know." Smut isn't exactly quality fiction, Aziraphale. Vague similarities do not a similar love story make!
Crowley is curious about how the hosting couple met, though. He arches an eyebrow at Jim and slouches against the angel. "Must be more interesting than suddenly coming into existence next to one another." Maybe it can be a story they can borrow when they speak to mortals who aren't able to handle the idea of a demon and an angel who have known each other since The Beginning being in a relationship?
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"Well, I don't know about that. Felix and I were introduced by an old friend of mine at a holiday party in the Nexus. Everything else...we sort of just kept running into each other and never stopped." His shrug is a bit helpless. This is the PG-13 version of how they met, of course, so most of the story here is being omitted. Jim's choice in Halloween costumes included.
"I'm uh." He holds out a hand to shake. "Jim Kirk, by the way. It's nice to meet both of you. What sort of world do you originate from, if it wouldn't be rude to ask. Is it an Earth?" Certainly a lot of people do seem to hail from some form or another of it.
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Besides, he's not reading it for the plot.He could go on, but Crowley has obtained one of those pies and is draped over him like the affectionate serpent that he is, so he'll let Crowley have the last word if he wants it. Besides, Jim is explaining how they actually met, which is rather realistic and straight-forward from what he knows of human courtship.
"Jim Kirk, lovely to meet you." He shakes the Captain's hand. "I met your alternate the very first day I was here, he gave me excellent information about Alpha Centauri. And yes, we're from Earth." He hesitates a moment, then adds fretfully, "I never know a good time to mention this in conversation, but Crowley has let the cat partially out of the bag. I'm an angel and he's a demon, in case you were wondering."
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