[ V that is CRUCIAL INFORMATION THAT HE KIND OF NEEDS, because his brain is racing trying to figure out the logistics. If they get married in this world, does it carry over to the other one? ]
This is quite sudden!
[ Someone please help this man and his negative wisdom modifier. ]
[One date? What does that have to do with anything?
Oh. Does Declan think this is a... serious... request?
...That's funny. But that's also a little— Not embarrassing, precisely, but now V is trying to envision a reality where he would become so enraptured and smitten with a person that he would propose after one date, and it’s befuddling. The self-consciousness is looping back around from Declan to V, to eat its own tail.]
I— no. It wouldn’t be a legally binding. [help] We would just act out the important parts. Vows, rings, that sort of thing.
[ One can practically see the "buffering" circle spinning around Declan's head as he stares a V, trying to come out of his embarrassed panic and comprehend what V is saying all at once.
Not legally binding? So... not... real? ]
Oh!! Oh my gods, I just ran away with that one, didn't I?
[A laugh tumbles out of him, like something faintly wound up is being let loose in that same breath. This man...]
You did. Do you really think a man like me would seriously propose to someone out in the street, with no pomp or circumstance? I'd prefer to at least take the time to prepare a verse or two.
[ Well… he can’t argue with that. V does so love his theatrics, and a proposal of all things is pretty much required by law to be one of the most theatrical things ever. He very nearly laughs again, but it comes out in more of a startled sputter when V prods at him and asks that question.
Help. If this keeps up he’s going to join the ranks of the ghosts.
Swats the cane away!!! ]
O-only for the sake of the quest! Stop teasing me!
[Sorry not sorry. His laughs again, more jovially this time, and retracts his cane. Perhaps one day V really will be the death of him.]
But you're so charming when you're red like that.
[V please.
But he clicks his cane to the pavement again as though to sever that part of the conversation, moving on to the next step. What is the next step? Finding a place to perform a fake ceremony, of course.]
Now, then... We shouldn't do this out here. Let's make our love known in one of the local buildings to pretend at some kind of formality. What about... [Points with his cane.] ...that one?
[He's noodle goth boy so he jostles! But just a little.]
Candy has nothing to do with it! That just happens to be the closest place of interest, and you can't tell me you're not curious about what the decor could be like inside?
[Yes and yes. Sorry, Declan. But surely he could have chosen a much worse and more embarrassingly-themed building.]
Because you have no faith in my good intentions. [He's wounded. (Not really.)] Off we go, then. Come on.
[Time to visit the love motel! :)
The interior is not much better than the exterior -- mainly because it's candy-themed throughout, with all manner of colorful, oversized plastic candy pieces plastered on the walls here and there. V moves to the front counter, asking if they can use the space for a short while; he's told that he has to, at the very least, rent a room for the night.
[ Oh gods what is this. The candy shop was one thing but this just seems excessive. There aren't even any cool candy making demonstrations he can watch.
His ears are definitely pink through this whole exchange, and his gaze darts away from V to study an oversized lollipop on the wall. ]
[For definitely not the first time in their acquaintance, V starts to wonder if Declan will survive this. And yet he presses onwards, like the good friend that he is, turning back towards the man at the counter.]
Right. A room for the night, please.
[Fast forward a minute or two. They've got their card to their room, and it's just a couple of floors up—it’s not like this establishment is particularly sprawling—so they arrive without much delay. It’s just as sweets-themed down the corridors, by the way.]
From a candy-themed first date to a candy-themed bedroom. We move so fast. [He slides the card and the door unlocks. V pushes it open and steps in, flicking on a light switch.
And then… he just laughs. Oh boy. Look at their room.]
[ It’s very likely he will not. Hags and vampires and undead paladins have all tried their best, but in the end, it will be a fake marriage in a candy-themed love hotel room that does in Declan Steelsong.
Especially when V keeps making jokes like that about the whole situation!! RUDE. ]
Hells… [ muttered to himself more than anyone as they cross the threshold into their suite for the evening. (Or is “sweet” perhaps more accurate?) ]
I don't know. I'm sure... someone is into this kind of thing.
[How does this place remain in business, otherwise? Well, V saunters into the middle of the room, standing next to the bed. He's curious, of course, but his curiosity will only extend so far... He wants to examine the donut pillows present, but also, like. Where have these been. What has been done to them. Are they washed along with the sheets after every guest?
Oh, don't think about that.
He just prods at one with his cane.]
'Sweet moans, dovelike sighs, Chase not slumber from thy eyes, Sweet moans, sweeter smiles, All the dovelike moans beguiles.'
[Ugh, no. Not even poetry will save this place.]
...Close the door behind you. Not that it matters much. [These walls seem paper-thin, too.]
Well, firstly… I think we need to drum up some wedding vows. The most romantic kind, an endearment of true love.
And secondly, we might need rings. Thankfully… [He holds up a hand, wiggles his fingers where several rings adorn them. Just goth things.] I have more than enough for the two of us. Want to borrow one?
[Oh, well. They're set on rings and then some. Even if he can't make out Declan's clearly.
He ceases his fiddling with a donut pillow, retracting his cane and leaning on it again.]
In romance, perhaps. But in eloquence? I very much doubt that. You need only find the enthusiasm.
[And if that enthusiasm is not necessarily directed at getting married to him, well, he won't hold it against him.]
Pretend you are putting together an ode to your... favorite invention. Declare how much you love it, how much you'd hate to be without it, and turn that sentiment towards me.
[ That sounds... very silly, but for Declan, it might just work. At the very least, it will be enough to pull him out of his awkwardness enough to compose anything at all. ]
Alright... are we taking a moment to figure this out, then?
[It may seem silly, but silly is probably what Declan needs to get over this hump of embarrassment.]
If you like. I can come up with something off the top of my head, I think. But if you'd like to... take a seat... on our very interesting furniture and ponder, I won't rush you.
I've rented the room for the whole night, after all.
[ Of course V can just come up with wedding vows on the fly. As if this wasn’t strangely intimidating enough. He makes another face, digging around under the glove on his right hand to tug free a ring that probably started life as a somewhat unremarkable signet ring, but has clearly undergone some kind of Declan-flavored upgrade. The gears move soundlessly, the inset gem swirling with some sort of untapped power.
He sets it on the small table near the couch to be used later in their “ceremony”. ]
Just… give me a few moments. I should be able to come up with something decent.
[ This isn’t for him, he has to remind himself. It’s for a pair of lost souls long separated by the cruelties of life and death. While this is outside his usual adventuring wheelhouse, he can make it work for their sake. ]
[Well, no one said they were going to be good wedding vows, but he has faith that he can flourish them up to sound nice enough. Nice enough to ease a spirit's woeful discontent, at least.]
As I said, take your time.
[V can't help his curiosity. He leans forward a little, to get a better look at the ring on the table.]
This is an interesting ring of yours.
[He supposes he should remove one of his, too, and he twists a large silver ring off his own finger, setting it down.]
Ah, that? It provides me with a bit of extra magic when I would otherwise be unable to cast. My own design, of course.
[ He smiles a bit. V wasn’t wrong to turn the subject to Declan’s inventions, because talking about them in any capacity always brings a smile to his face. They are his pride and joy, after all. For just a moment, the awkwardness melts away completely. ]
Now then… let me think.
[ And think he shall, finding someplace unobtrusive and hopefully not terribly questionable to sit. He turns over what V said in his head, and figures with all the things he and Adelaine have been through in Barovia, he can say more than enough to constitute a declaration of love. ]
[His own design. Of course. More cleverness from Declan — even with something as small as a ring.]
Useful. And very aesthetic.
[He likes the look!
But while Declan brainstorms, V does the same, never mind what he said about crafting wedding vows off the top of his head. But he’s ready by the time his friend is, who has seem to have lost his edge of awkwardness somewhere in the process.]
[ That loss of the awkwardness seems to have been temporary at best. Declan fiddles with his gloves a bit. ]
Do we need to...? [ He lifts his hands, the gesture asking if they should, you know, hold hands? Also he should probably remove his gloves, if only to make the exchange of rings a bit easier.
(He has not yet considered the possible exchange of mana.)
So, gloves gone. Hands awkwardly extended. Lets do this??? ]
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This is quite sudden!
[ Someone please help this man and his negative wisdom modifier. ]
W-we’ve only been on the one date-!
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Oh. Does Declan think this is a... serious... request?
...That's funny. But that's also a little— Not embarrassing, precisely, but now V is trying to envision a reality where he would become so enraptured and smitten with a person that he would propose after one date, and it’s befuddling. The self-consciousness is looping back around from Declan to V, to eat its own tail.]
I— no. It wouldn’t be a legally binding. [help] We would just act out the important parts. Vows, rings, that sort of thing.
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Not legally binding? So... not... real? ]
Oh!! Oh my gods, I just ran away with that one, didn't I?
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You did. Do you really think a man like me would seriously propose to someone out in the street, with no pomp or circumstance? I'd prefer to at least take the time to prepare a verse or two.
[Pokes him in the chest with his cane.]
Were you going to say yes, though? [lol]
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Help. If this keeps up he’s going to join the ranks of the ghosts.
Swats the cane away!!! ]
O-only for the sake of the quest! Stop teasing me!
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But you're so charming when you're red like that.
[V please.
But he clicks his cane to the pavement again as though to sever that part of the conversation, moving on to the next step. What is the next step? Finding a place to perform a fake ceremony, of course.]
Now, then... We shouldn't do this out here. Let's make our love known in one of the local buildings to pretend at some kind of formality. What about... [Points with his cane.] ...that one?
oh my god that image
[ HELP HIM. He gives his friend a light smack on one shoulder. Please stop calling him things like charming, he cannot handle it.
Anyway, he turns his gaze to follow the motion of V's cane and... ]
Seriously? Do you have a particular fondness for candy that I'm not aware of?
here to make things as awkward as possible
Candy has nothing to do with it! That just happens to be the closest place of interest, and you can't tell me you're not curious about what the decor could be like inside?
If you have a better idea, I'm all ears.
bless you
[ V probably thinks it's FUNNY. Because he's a BUTT. Declan simply heaves a sigh, crossing his arms over his chest. ]
No, I don't have a bloody better idea. [ Grumpy. ] Let's get this over with, shall we?
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Because you have no faith in my good intentions. [He's wounded. (Not really.)] Off we go, then. Come on.
[Time to visit the love motel! :)
The interior is not much better than the exterior -- mainly because it's candy-themed throughout, with all manner of colorful, oversized plastic candy pieces plastered on the walls here and there. V moves to the front counter, asking if they can use the space for a short while; he's told that he has to, at the very least, rent a room for the night.
Well, then.
V turns to Declan.]
Hm. No objections to renting a room?
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His ears are definitely pink through this whole exchange, and his gaze darts away from V to study an oversized lollipop on the wall. ]
I don't see what choice we have.
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Right. A room for the night, please.
[Fast forward a minute or two. They've got their card to their room, and it's just a couple of floors up—it’s not like this establishment is particularly sprawling—so they arrive without much delay. It’s just as sweets-themed down the corridors, by the way.]
From a candy-themed first date to a candy-themed bedroom. We move so fast. [He slides the card and the door unlocks. V pushes it open and steps in, flicking on a light switch.
And then… he just laughs. Oh boy. Look at their room.]
O-oh. I see.
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Especially when V keeps making jokes like that about the whole situation!! RUDE. ]
Hells… [ muttered to himself more than anyone as they cross the threshold into their suite for the evening. (Or is “sweet” perhaps more accurate?) ]
Absolutely zero points for atmosphere.
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[How does this place remain in business, otherwise? Well, V saunters into the middle of the room, standing next to the bed. He's curious, of course, but his curiosity will only extend so far... He wants to examine the donut pillows present, but also, like. Where have these been. What has been done to them. Are they washed along with the sheets after every guest?
Oh, don't think about that.
He just prods at one with his cane.]
'Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes,
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the dovelike moans beguiles.'
[Ugh, no. Not even poetry will save this place.]
...Close the door behind you. Not that it matters much. [These walls seem paper-thin, too.]
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So, then. Have you put any thought into how we're supposed to do this?
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And secondly, we might need rings. Thankfully… [He holds up a hand, wiggles his fingers where several rings adorn them. Just goth things.] I have more than enough for the two of us. Want to borrow one?
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As for a ring... I have one.
[ He waggles his fingers at V, though thanks to the half gloves he normally wears, it's hard to pick out any jewelry. ]
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He ceases his fiddling with a donut pillow, retracting his cane and leaning on it again.]
In romance, perhaps. But in eloquence? I very much doubt that. You need only find the enthusiasm.
[And if that enthusiasm is not necessarily directed at getting married to him, well, he won't hold it against him.]
Pretend you are putting together an ode to your... favorite invention. Declare how much you love it, how much you'd hate to be without it, and turn that sentiment towards me.
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Alright... are we taking a moment to figure this out, then?
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If you like. I can come up with something off the top of my head, I think. But if you'd like to... take a seat... on our very interesting furniture and ponder, I won't rush you.
I've rented the room for the whole night, after all.
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He sets it on the small table near the couch to be used later in their “ceremony”. ]
Just… give me a few moments. I should be able to come up with something decent.
[ This isn’t for him, he has to remind himself. It’s for a pair of lost souls long separated by the cruelties of life and death. While this is outside his usual adventuring wheelhouse, he can make it work for their sake. ]
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As I said, take your time.
[V can't help his curiosity. He leans forward a little, to get a better look at the ring on the table.]
This is an interesting ring of yours.
[He supposes he should remove one of his, too, and he twists a large silver ring off his own finger, setting it down.]
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[ He smiles a bit. V wasn’t wrong to turn the subject to Declan’s inventions, because talking about them in any capacity always brings a smile to his face. They are his pride and joy, after all. For just a moment, the awkwardness melts away completely. ]
Now then… let me think.
[ And think he shall, finding someplace unobtrusive and hopefully not terribly questionable to sit. He turns over what V said in his head, and figures with all the things he and Adelaine have been through in Barovia, he can say more than enough to constitute a declaration of love. ]
All right. I think… I think I’m ready.
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Useful. And very aesthetic.
[He likes the look!
But while Declan brainstorms, V does the same, never mind what he said about crafting wedding vows off the top of his head. But he’s ready by the time his friend is, who has seem to have lost his edge of awkwardness somewhere in the process.]
Oh? Well then. Stand before me, and let’s begin.
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[ That loss of the awkwardness seems to have been temporary at best. Declan fiddles with his gloves a bit. ]
Do we need to...? [ He lifts his hands, the gesture asking if they should, you know, hold hands? Also he should probably remove his gloves, if only to make the exchange of rings a bit easier.
(He has not yet considered the possible exchange of mana.)
So, gloves gone. Hands awkwardly extended. Lets do this??? ]
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