ᴍɪsᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪsᴅᴏᴍ (wisdoms) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-10-11 11:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, lina inverse, pete wisdom |
Who: Firestarter Family (Wisdom, Lina, and Amelia)
What: Making some arrangements for their wedding and reception
When: This week sometime?
Where: Site of the wedding, which is the park with a crater in it
Rating/Warnings: Dirty talk, but low~ And Amelia drools a lot
Status: Complete
Amelia had graduated from being carted around in a baby sling to a front baby carrier, which was incredibly posh-looking (not really); she was still a bit too small for the patented baby rucksack, but give it a month or so and a bit more chunkiness. Then she’d be all set. Pete Wisdom also would gladly cart his daughter around in a sling, a carrier, or a rucksack - he’d give her piggyback rides when she was old enough too, and no doubt would be one of those fathers who perched the child on his shoulders for a better view of things like fireworks no matter how much it utterly killed his neck muscles. Fresh air was good for babies, so he brought her out for adventures today - wearing an adorable, five-month-old attachment on the front of him which was of course a drooling, cooing Amelia who desired to put her hands on everything. The Firestarter Family’s destination today was the park where the blessed Halloween nuptials were set to take place - a lovely spot, surrounded by the beauty of nature and a giant crater. Which happened to be caused by the soon-to-be Mrs. Wisdom herself. There were also giant spiders and maybe even more slumbering dragons down there too - Pete remembered fighting the mum who popped up to say hello to he and Hawke that one time. But if anything decided to rear its ugly head now, he was going to be unhappy. The appearance of nasty shit could wait until 1st November, when he and Lina were on a plane to Finland for their honeymoon. “Here, love,” Pete reached around a flailing, babbling Amelia and handed Lina the folded documents, signed paperwork that they’d completed at the park’s administrative office. They needed a permit to get married here and there was a minimal fee - which naturally went down when one was pinned under the weight of a surly Brit’s glare. “We’re officially allowed to play music and bring in toilets. Our wedding will be beautiful.” It’s not like the city was doing anything with the remains of this once family-friendly spot. The ‘arson incident’ (in which she’d been acquitted from, by the way, due to lack of evidence and a harsh nudge from a not-so secret government agency that covered strange things up) left it in limbo, mostly untouched aside from the removal of scorched benches and broken playground remains. Despite it all, nature did its thing where it flourished, beautifully - bright green grass, leafy trees and no public trash deal with. It seemed like people feared a repeat incident of sorts because it was, well, empty. Lina almost felt as if she deserved a pat on the back. This place made sense to them, too - they shopped around, looking at other outdoor venues that were alright but also a little stuffy? Too ‘been there, done that’ and then, behold: why look around when she’d practically claimed this spot in the shape of an oh-so lovely crater? It marked her return from the Sea of Chaos, led to her infamous arrest which then led to Pete seeing the grainy image of her being tasered and cuffed on social media and television, and then came the heartfelt reunion in which an overweight cop eating a donut was witness to. In jail. Y’know, the stuff romance was made of, or some crap. “Thaaaank you,” grinned the redhead, taking the paperwork to neatly fold it and stuff it in the confines of her enchanted bag - because there was a lot of shit in there and she didn’t fucking feel like having it make her shoulder sore lugging it around. Amelia seemed disappointed she couldn’t claim another object with her spit-covered fingers and whined. Living the life of a baby was so hard. “Dad’s going to deliver the gazebo sometime next week so it can be decked out, and then after the festivities he’s gonna plant it in the backyard. Wedding gift for us.” It was a wooden one, of course, something that wasn’t exactly cheap but since there wasn’t a huge venue to cover the costs of for the bride’s family, the Ifraimov patriarch jumped right on it. He was all too excited to contribute to his youngest’s big day, considering she wasn’t actually dead, wasn’t serving a life sentence in jail for her ‘rebellious phase’ (that’s what her parents called the years she’d been trafficking firearms, thanks mom and dad), and also gifted him with the first grandbaby. A heartwarming ‘good job at not completely fucking your life up’ gift. As for the next thing to do? Lina crouched by the edge of the hole in the ground, pushing hair from her face thanks to the cooling breeze. “You sure you don’t want to let a giant spider spring up from here? Part of me wants people to cry because they’re terrified, not because watching us be romantically awkward in front of a crowd is so touching.” “Well, I don’t know - what do you think, button-nose?” Pete asked the baby, who blew spit bubbles and made a sound like ppppfffftttttt. Very attractive. “Ah, there we go. The verdict is that giant spiders - as in touch with the Halloween theme they are - would mean guests are defecating their own trousers, we can’t have that. But maybe someone wants to be a spider for Halloween, yes?” He caught one of Amelia’s sticky, grubby fists that she had been drooling on - fuck, this child needed a bath soon. Deviating a bit then, Pete went to explore the perimeters but was still in close range of his beloved and the crater. “Romany said she’d bring the sparklers - we can’t throw rice here, but sparklers ought to be nice, do you think?” Fitting, for their rather colourful and firecracker personalities - he’d also made his sister promise not to spell out something obscene with sparklers either; the idea was that guests would have them for the right moments and photo ops. “Or bubbles, I suppose, but those don’t look as nice at night.” What a smart baby. Leave it to Wisdom to be well-versed in infant babble - and she had to take a second to smile in that sappy smitten way (someone punch her in the face) with how cute he was with their little one. Really, pictures of them together was what took up most of the memory on her phone. “Sparklers,” Lina confirmed strongly. That idea got her devil eyes dancing a bit, because it seemed fitting for their day - it’d go well with the warm lights they’d string up, along with the dispersed lighting spells that looked like fireflies throughout the night. “No bubbles, and alright, only one really cute spider. You do know seeing his goddaughter dressed like the eight-legged thing his nightmares are made of will make your boyfriend cry, right?” But it’d make them laugh so, yes, she’d be completely for it. That bag was set down on the ground, and she sat at the precipice of the crater with her legs dangling for a second and wooooooosh. What was meant to be more of a skillful skid down the slope of it was actually a hilarious trip that caused a rough landing on that tush of hers. “Uh.” Wince. “I meant to do that. Whoo. This thing’s so nostalgic.” There was a pile of dislodged rubble at the bottom. Pushing it all to the side would reveal the tunnels that went deep, deep within the earth - a network of them riddled in arachnids and, oh, dragon babies. They didn’t want to permanently seal it because of the resources that could be found there but it needed to be securely shut during the wedding and reception proceedings. The thought of Hawke bursting into man-tears after seeing his precious goddaughter in a spider costume was one that brought Wisdom great glee and joy. He was awful, wasn’t he? There was probably a special place reserved in Hell for him, but this black ops agent had known that for awhile now. “At least that settles the eternal question of what her Halloween getup should be,” he chuckled. Stepping a bit closer, he rested a hand on the back of Amelia’s fuzzy head (she was wearing a hat, but still), and peered down to see what had happened to Lina - because that sounded a bit off. “Alright, Red?” He presumed she was going to do some magic thing to ensure that nothing uninvited showed up at the wedding in a few weeks, but he couldn’t be certain. “Need me to do anything, or just look unfriendly like I often am?” “Just might need my ass massaged later,” she quipped with a grin, tilting her head up to see the view of almost-husband and child. “Brace yourself, in case this crater decides to fart out something nasty.” Pete also had precious cargo in tow, so Amelia’s safety was priority - she didn’t think anything would rear it’s ugly head but who the hell knew. As for how it was going to be sealed, well. Lina hadn’t thought that far. It’s not like an appropriately sized butt plug existed to stick in it, but she guessed since it was created by magic then it needed to be closed up by magic - something sturdy and resistant that could withstand the bursting of a bitty dragon’s flamethrower breath of an angry arachnid. Whoever else could remove it later, she didn’t care, but for now - Something beneath her foot shifted. Distantly, underneath the layers of soil and stone she could hear the cry of something non-human and nasty trying to break through the surface. Stalling officially ceased and her arms thrusted towards the earth, palms facing out, fingers spread as a spell ebbed between them. A wrinkle in the fabric of things, from the astral plane to here, and a blanket radiant white began taking over to seep through the land. “Baby almost saw her first dragon,” Lina huffed. “Or spider. I don’t really know what that was but I’m not ready to traumatize the poor thing yet.” Meanwhile, Amelia’s response to the thoughtful protectiveness from her parents was a snotty sneeze all over daddy’s shirt, mucus dripping down her nose because babies really did leak the grossest things, didn’t they? “Oh, well done, poppet,” Wisdom looked down at the very impressive snot-stain on his shirt which, thankfully, wasn’t Armani. No, he knew better than to wear those within ten feet of Amelia and her projectile shitting and vomiting. “I was waiting for you to leave your mark on me today - proud of yourself, aren’t you?” Yes, yes she was - judging by the way she stuck her fingers in her mouth and gave a gummy smile around them. This was devious Lina’s child all the way - when he was a boy, Pete imagined he was just as serious and dapper as he was now. Suppose he could ask his father, but then again...maybe not. It was enough the old man was making a trip across the pond to attend the wedding of the son he barely got along with. Yet they were still leaps and bounds ahead of where they were before Amelia was born, so Wisdom wouldn’t complain. He reached into his pocket (a baby carrier in the front made for a perfect, hands-free time) and grabbed a rag to wipe his daughter’s leaky faucet nose with. “Ass massage, check. I’ll cop a feel once you’re up here. What the bloody hell was that, by the way?” he asked Lina, still down in the crater. “Are you alright?” It didn’t take too long for the spell to be completed - it was an invisible veil over this odd otherworldly pocket, and someone with the ‘magic sense’ could easily detect a tingle or two from it. Lina didn’t stay too long to investigate the beastly noise, though, and with a hop into the air, levitation was activated to ascend from the crater. “No clue,” she answered with a shrug, feet softly landing on the grassy surface surrounding it. “My guess is it’s probably one of those giant spiders? I couldn’t say - I’ve never actually heard them before. It didn’t sound draconic, though.” Unless it was a hoarse sounding dragonling going through the motions of puberty? She guessed that couldn’t be ruled out, either, but she didn’t have an interest playing target practice with their little stinker in tow. Welp, anyway, since that was done, she dusted her hands like she was removing arcane residue from her palms and tip-toed to kiss Pete’s ear. “I’m good, though. Coast is officially cleared for the wedding. No one’s going to be crapping themselves. I’ll have Zee double-check her cards to make sure we’re not tip-toeing around a potential disaster.” Bloody fuck, that was the last thing they needed - nasties being puked up from the very Earth’s core when he and Lina were trying to exchange vows. But Wisdom supposed that an extra glimpse into what was to come wouldn’t hurt - Romany quite believed in the power of the tarot, of divination, and he knew here that you’d be stupid to ignore what turned up on things like that. “The only spider will be Amelia in her costume?” he smirked, ducking a bit to catch the top of Lina’s head and plant a kiss there in turn. “Fair enough. I think it’s going to be lovely - weather ought to hold out too.” He bounced Amelia a little, as she made curious noises and craned her neck to look around - obviously, the surroundings were fascinating to her. “Anything else we should do while we’re here? Figure out where we’re going to put everything and such?” Gazebo had been taken care of - but he was thinking lights strung up, twinkly ones in the trees, a stage for a band and plenty of seating for what was sure to be messy cuisine from food trucks. Overall a very relaxed, casual atmosphere. “Maybe Niko, too, if I can convince Neal and Em to match the costume,” Lina cooed, bopping their little creation on the nose - the bitty firestarter seemed to be amused by it, blue eyes crossed as she spat out a gurgly giggle. It’d make a super cute picture, too. Their first Halloweens! Definitely memorable, and they were at that age where they could babble nonsensically back and forth to each other. As for what else? Hmmm. An arm curled around her fiance’s waist, right below the carrier that held Amelia, and she surveyed the once-park with sanguine eyes. Really, she could already see in her mind where things would go - chairs and tables underneath the cool shade of trees, branches and trunks wrapped in lights and the ‘fireflies’ floating in the air. Very rustic but very simple, with a smiiiiidge of sorcery in the air. Her cheek rested against his shoulder as she blinked at him, smiling roguishly. “I think we can agree to keep the food away from the toilets. That sort of thing tends to kill the appetite, doesn’t it? I’m thinking tables under the trees, and the lights can be hanging from the branches above. And we need to set up a mead area, since Max has barrels of that stuff he’s kindly donating.” Some weddings toasted with champagne. They’d toast with mead, aged and authentic, sweet and strong. And in wooden medieval mugs instead of fragile flutes. It’d all pair very well with the food truck that was going to be serving them massive turkey legs. A mead area. Figures they’d have one - but medieval times were all Lina, the visions of her memories taking place in another era entirely (Wisdom was more modern times - he had never gone further back than the 90s, perhaps). “Sounds perfect,” he agreed - at the very least, guests wouldn’t go hungry. There would be plenty to choose from, even some delightful treats for the vegetarians of the bunch. He didn’t want to exclude anyone. “But I think you’re right - the smell of shit tends to put people off their suppers. Right, Amelia?” he asked the poppet, who made a sound like baaaaaaaaaaah which was clearly agreement - soon, she’d start talking. Maybe. The little genius she was. Alright, she couldn’t even crawl so it’d be a few months yet - but still. Pete was always incredibly enamoured with everything she did. “And the cake? I ordered two, to be shipped here overnight.” Cost an arm and a leg, but there wouldn’t be leftovers. And king cake was loads better than frilly, frosted, froo-froo tiered shite. Oh, a fuckton better than fond-covered crap that tasted like cardboard. This was braided bread, globbed with cream cheese and cinnamon, and had actual flavor - while also being Halloween themed (orange and black in color) and festively appropriate for the events. “Shoulda ordered three,” Lina playfully criticized, mostly because she was a shameless, greedy glutton and wouldn’t mind keeping one at home for themselves. “I think we’ve got all the big stuff covered, so kudos to us for having a pretty non-stressful wedding planning process. You haven’t gone groomzilla, I haven’t gone bridezilla…” It’d been pretty easy, all things considered. Neither she nor Pete were particularly high-maintenance as it was anyway, but even though the hole in the ground was temporarily plugged with a nifty trick, there was part of her that still expected some kind of shoe to drop. Maybe it was because of Dream Set #3 introducing a strange twist of events, because when those continued it was a safe assumption that something relatively fucking awful was in the horizon. If it could all wait after Halloween, she’d appreciate it. “So, now that your doom’s in the horizon…” A snicker as she squeezed his arm. “Any second thoughts, Mr. Wisdom? You’re not going to have PTSD-like flashbacks of marrying a fairy, are you?” He really should have ordered three, but alas, Pete could easily order one for Lina to devour herself - tack something on there, and would make sure that the Halloween king cake arrived nice and fresh with the others. Mental note to get that done. “Second thoughts?” The idea of it was genuinely surprising - but Wisdom had time to settle into the idea of marriage, comparing and contrasting with the not-so-blessed union of convenience and world-saving that he dreamed of. That was a fucking trainwreck, to be certain. Good thing it hadn’t really lasted all that long. “No, I haven’t got any second thoughts - and my feet are nice and warm,” he promised, with a smirk directed toward his lovely fiancee. “Like I told you before, fear of fairies shouldn’t hold me back from taking the plunge with a sorceress. My favourite sorceress.” She was the mother of his child, his partner, and all that nonsense - there was nothing convenient about it, just something they both chose because they wanted this. “How about you? Has it sunk in that you’ve tethered yourself to a grumpy Brit forever?” Second thoughts didn’t really exist for Lina. And, yeah, she’d obviously made some piss-poor decisions in the past, especially with what she’d done and what she was tangled up in - but regrets about anything seemed pretty pointless when it all led to this grumpy Brit and super adorable shit-monger who was, currently, blowing raspberries into her fist and managing to let drops of spit fly from the edges of her mouth. Farting from the other hole. Good job, Amelia. “I’m a sucker for the accent and besides, you do a pretty good job at keeping me regularly fed - it’s a tough gig, not many men were ever up for the task,” the redhead snickered. But, seriously, Pete was it for her. In her other lives, she’d begrudgingly learned to accept that she had a thing for tall, blonde and stupid swordsmen but here? This sorceress preferred them a little rough around the edges that sounded fuckable even when they said things like ‘nipple butter’ and ‘arsecockle.’ “Besides, I think the real binding of lives is when you end up making one together and - Amelia, stop, good gods, you’re gross.” Seriously, she was slobbering and the more infant giggled the more she created things like spit bubbles. Sigh. Shaking her head, she gave her husband-to-be a pat on the booty. “You’ve got bath duty, hot stuff, before you tend to my butt massage.” “You are a bit disgusting, aren’t you poppet?” Pete asked his daughter, who was essentially drooling all over herself. And seemed to be fascinated by spit bubbles. The hardy rag that he’d used to wipe her off before was given another pass over Amelia’s face, cleaning her up a little so she wasn’t glistening with her own saliva. Like he told Captain America though - now that fatherhood was on the horizon, get used to changing your definition of ‘that’s gross.’ Babies were sacks of pure unadulterated gross - and cuteness, and fat rolls. Those too. Pete wouldn’t trade anything, but all he was saying was that tiny humans hadn’t exactly learned to bathe themselves the way cats had evolved. That was a lovely moment though, that pat on the bum. “You just relieve yourself of clothes and after I bathe her I’ll tend to your ass,” yet another word that sounded amusing caressed by an accent that was aural rainy days and the London Eye. “I’ll make sure that you get the royal treatment.” With his hot, hot hands. Hey, maybe one day she’d trick him into saying something so goddamn American like dat ass. But, you know, all Brit-sounding. Lina’s grin was so very cheeky now, and she did her best to rise up on those tippy-toes and kiss Pete on the mouth - which was a challenge with Amelia in between them, but in the success of it the tiny firestarter got somewhat of a hug and let out such an excitable squeal of ‘baaaaah’ for whatever reason (she was loud and took after her mother, you see). “Rawr, when you say it like that...” No issues there. She’d return the massage with too, somewhere around the southern region of his body with the her mouth, probably his crotch (because he wasn’t the type to want to be tongue-punched in the fartbox, thank fuck). Sometime during the baby’s nap, though - for obvious reasons. “Alright, this soon-to-be Mrs. Wisdom thinks we should go through a drive-thru on the way home,” she quipped, trapping his hand into hers after she plucked her bag from the ground. “Taco Bell’s got these dorito taco shells I wanna try??” No, no - thanks kindly, but Wisdom would pass on someone tossing his salad and vice versa. They’d had a few of those conversations - inevitable, really, considering what sexual liberators Lina’s pornstar parents were, but that was a whole other issue. Helpful to know what your partner liked, at least? And where the limits were. “You mean you haven’t tried taco shells made from processed crisps yet? I’m shocked,” Pete quipped, but alright. Once they left the park, he knew bloody well where he’d be going. To feed that hungry maw - luckily, he earned a nice salary to be able to support a hearty appetite but Red was worth every penny. Or pence, if you wanted to get technical. |