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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[poans]

Ah, then I no longer have cause to believe that I might have misheard.

[He runs his thumbs lightly across her knuckles. After his turn with Luka, and knowing the power of expression songs possess, it would have been foolish of him to listen half-heartedly.]

Though the sun has already set, tomorrow draws ever nearer for it. Once it dawns . . . I look forward to seeing your heart anew.

[embellwish]

[ She lets him caress her hand, bringing up her free one to cup the side of his face and stroke his cheek, smile quiet. Reading between the lines, she knows what he's trying to say. With their wishes won, tomorrow, she's bound to change, and significantly, at that. Even so, just as he had embraced and stayed by the side of the barren wisteria through the night, she knows that come the morning, he'll still be there waiting for her, however the wish turns out. ]

Isn't that because you like the other wisteria better?

[ Joking, she brushes his bangs back a little, smile coy. Ever since he said that he'd found the sight of the decaying tree captivating, she's been thinking about her eventual transformation this way, too. The form before him is like the blooming wisteria, after all. Fleeting, ethereal, beautiful, but not really there. She can... really believe that he's looking forward to it. Seeing the real thing. ]

...I'm looking forward to it, too. I want to be held by you properly.

[poans]

[He opens his mouth, poised to explain himself when she goes on to play with his hair. She doesn't appear to be offended by his attachment to the barren wisteria, so he lets that worry go in favor of grasping her hand by his face with one of his own. It fills his heart to hear her speak like this, blooming with hope for the days that lie beyond the bounds of the game, and so he nods.

Until then, there's the now, where they're surrounded by companions.]

Are you rested? If your constitution allows, it will surely be pleasant to observe what our fellows do next.