week four | match ceremony

[marriagebroker]

Tonight, they're back at the courtyard for the fourth and final time. Nothing has changed too drastically decor wise, there are still lanterns abound and a table full of food and drink. There is also now a third couch near the special couches for Messmer and Odile, if they so choose to sit there. But again, you do you! Wei Wuxian is certainly not going to stop you.

Speaking of that guy, he's here and dressed to impress again. He's looking snazzy. He's waiting for everyone to arrive, watching as they do and grinning broadly all the while. Then when everyone arrives, he clears his throat and begins to speak.

"You all have achieved three of the eight lights you need to win the game. With the match of Messmer and Odile, you only have to light up five lights tonight to succeed. Let's hope you pick right, huh?"

But he has complete faith in everyone! So, let's get this show on the road.

"Team Wangji, you're up."

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[reverso]

Oui! Hourra! Oui!

[STANDING AND CLAPPING, THEY DID IT]

We did it, we...

[Ohhh, overwhelm. He feels like he might get a little weepy now.]

We did it.

[anathemaw]

[ he'd been rather convinced they would win - especially after yesterday - but it is a slight relief to be proven right. Naturally, his eye is drawn to Verso to offer some unspoken agreement; he's not expecting him to look so... emotional.

Verso really needed this wish - more than he did. ]

... Thy journey begins anew.

[ to be honest, he's been suffering through this whole ceremony with a persistent headache after last night, but he finds he can't stand by quietly while Verso appears on the edge of tears. ]

[reverso]

[Surprise (not a surprise at this point), Verso is indeed a softie with a gooey center, and this is simply further proof of that. He glances over at Messmer when the demigod speaks up, feeling torn between that feeling of overwhelm and utter—

Hope. Joy, even.]

For both of us.

[Ah, merde, he needs to pull himself together. Verso scrubs at his face with the back of his hand, banishing away the warm, prickling feeling at the corner of his eyes. The smile he wears soon after, though, is not at all performative.]

Finally, a chance to be free.