perfectmatch | week four | match ceremony

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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[The mic falls like a wordless declaration. It's perhaps the most direct and honest statement from Luka at this juncture, more so than the verses that were sung. Yi Sang rises from his seat to approach the stage. It's neither a smile nor a frown he wears, but, rather, the acceptance of come what may that he promised Luka earlier in the week.

The voids they carry are similar, yet different. They will always be skewed reflections, the shapes of them distorted just slightly in each other's eyes. That isn't a loss, but a gain as they move to their own rhythms. The stage has closed, and Luka has turned away to look elsewhere; despite the constraints of the game, Yi Sang thinks as his eyes fall on the purple rose, he has won through this expression.

With one last look at Luka, Yi Sang locks in.]

week four | match ceremony

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