Wedding: Claire & Lucifer Who: Claire and Lucifer What: A fabulous wedding. Where: Some fancy gardens used for weddings in the Capital. When: Nowish? Warnings/Rating: I can't promise anything.
The gardens were starting to feel the bite of Autumn, and the leaves were beginning their fade into golds and reds amid those that clung to the green as long as they could. The sun had just fallen beneath the horizon, dusk painting the sky in pinks and purples before night crept in. A buzz of heady conversations interrupted by bouts of laughter echoed from beneath the luxurious tents that did little to keep the chill away. Torches flickered and lit the grounds around the buffet and dance floor, while standing heaters were set up for those guests that had forgotten a jacket. Which was foolish to forget in a wedding themed after Westeros. Winter is Coming, after all.
The dress code for the wedding was not strictly enforced, but it had been encouraged for people to wear appropriate costumes. Claire was playing her part in the theme of the wedding, dressed in the costume that Nick and Raul had insisted she wear. There was nothing wrong with the dress. It was sumptuous, and gorgeous, and tailored down to flatter every curve. As a matter of fact, it was one of the very few times that Claire had felt pretty. It was a strange sensation, and one she was not certain she enjoyed given all the work with hair and make-up for such a small payoff. Claire simply did not wear dresses. They were not practical.
The wedding itself was to take place amidst the party. After the joust. That was just as strange a thought for Claire to think as it was to read and comprehend. There were no horses. There were also no lances. The details were sketchy at best, but from what Claire had managed to pick up from pieces of discussion, the joust was either a dance competition or people dueling with painted pool noodles. Either way, she planned on watching from a safe distance to avoid being pulled into joining. Preferably from the buffet table next to the lemon cakes that were sinfully delicious.
Wine flowed eternal at the wedding, the bartenders oddly muttering about how they were certain that carafe had just been filled with water. Surely it was coincidence and faulty memory. It was definitely not the young woman who was trying to escape all of the horrible that was in her life. It felt wrong to be at this party when people were in need of help back home in Repose, but this had been a promise she had made months and months ago so here she was. Were she able to let go then the pensive lines that drew across her brow would not be there as she stared at her flickering reflection in the merlot that she swirled round and round in the glass. Lost in her thoughts, she was not even aware of the people that reveled around and past her at the edge of the tents.