week two | match ceremony

[marriagebroker]

Tonight, we're back in the courtyard. It looks similar to last week with the slight exception, there is now a plush couch near the stage, and a single lantern already lit above the stage. There's still food, drinks, all sorts of things available for the contestants to snack on and enjoy.

On the stage is Wei Wuxian, looking presentable in his hanfu for today. He's busy twirling his flute in hand as he waits for the contestants to show up and find their places, and when they do he'll extend both arms out, welcoming the cast.

"Second match ceremony! You're exempt from a black out tonight because you've already found one of the matches."

He'll gesture to that couch from earlier, which seems to be The Special Seat for Ringo and Furina to sit at if they'd like.

"Now, we know how this goes so let's not delay anymore! Team Wangji, it's your turn to announce your matches!"

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[anathemaw]

[ Verso... Again, Messmer seems faintly apologetic, a resigned sadness dogging the edges of his expression. He can distantly feel inside some part of him that should be glad, too, to be met so warmly, but it's as if he's remembering an emotion that someone else felt. One he knows he should feel, but can't quite manage to reach. ]

... Nor will I yet take thy happiness from thee.

[ that's the best he can do. He takes the offered hand, enveloping it in his own. ]

[reverso]

[That sadness again. What was it that Renoir always said? That great art is both window and mirror, reflected in both themselves and in others. And in Messmer, a tragic and divine soul both, he sees art in this moment— and he sees a bit of himself reflected in him, too.

He takes his hand. A little squeeze. Nothing more needs to be said right now.

They lock in.]