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    Mr. Azarov? Or Mrs. Silversong? (Event w Theo)

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    Post by Aspen on 17th February 2020, 11:27 am


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    Winter, of course, gave way to spring eventually. Gradually, the snow would begin to thaw, though not so in the Phoenix Mountains, at least not yet, and the weather seemed more agreeable than before as well. A fact most welcome to the fair-haired Slayer. The season of frost and cold always reminded her of home, something she didn't remember particularly fondly, and the passing of General Winter was, for Aspen at least, was thus reason for happiness. As much as the girl allowed herself to show, of course. To the average beholder, she would perhaps appear slightly more upbeat, energetic, in a sense, though to an outwardly minuscule degree. Regardless of this circumstance, though, Aspen had had not much time to contemplate the nature of the seasons. Where previously she had underestimated the particular intensity her newfound "job", if an occupation as a guild mage could even be really considered such, would inherently bring with it, and had as a consequence, suffered from a distinct lack of funds, she had realized that, in an effort to return a little bit of dimension to her wallet, she had to take on more jobs and put her talents to use. While studying magic in the guilds Library was all well and good, it wouldn't pay for her food or the materials she needed to experiment with her own abilities, and so the proud Slayer had, not readily, one might add, given up and ventured out only to be bombarded with an array of problems and tasks that were often quite below her paygrade, humiliating, even, in nature. Fixing a broken fence for Mister Crawford, for example, had yielded her a reward of 2,000 Jewels, and getting Miss Jelicho's cat out of that damn tree and back to her arguably oversensitive owner? 5,000 Jewels. All of these tasks were anything but meaningful, and as much as the girl longed for a real expedition, she needed a break from this whole "Free-Market" thing.

    So it would happen that Aspen Azarov would, one morning, return to the Silver Wolf guild hall after a few days, sore and admittedly somewhat unnerved, looking forward to the one thing she had missed the most: The Guild's coffee. Promptly, she would push open the door and beeline for the cafeteria, practically sinking into the softly cushioned corner a couple of minutes later, placing the cup of hot, dark liquid before herself on the table with a deep, exhausted sigh. Finally, some room to breathe. Her hands enveloped the cup, the gentle heat of the warm beverage warming her, though the Slayer paused briefly, thinking, before reaching over to a container of sugar, hastily scooping two spoonfuls of the substance into her drink. She'd preferred her coffee black before, but that was before she'd started trying to, for the lack of a better description, broaden her horizon. If only they had some chocolate to add to the drink ...

    Now sipping on the sweet and lightly bitter drink, the girl's mind regained some if its clarity, Aspen resisting the urge to exhale a breath of relief. Now reunited with her favorite coffee, the girl's eyes remained on the drink for a few seconds, reflecting on the past days, though inevitably began to wander off, not least due to something rather vibrant that caught her eye. A bright pink brochure of some kind had been positioned in the center of the table, and upon giving it a second look, seemingly every table nearby. With an eyebrow raised in curiosity, the Slayer reached forward, picking the paper up and opening the brochure itself, a large, red heart being the first thing to greet her, the girl's first instinct being to toss this piece of useless paper away, though she did realize that she didn't really have anything else to do while slowly enjoying her coffee, and maybe an additional one after, as well. As she began to read into the material, though, her raised eyebrow would slowly sink down, and a somewhat mischievous smirk would find its way onto her lips. "How very interesting ...".

    Without a second thought, the Slayer pulled out a small piece of paper, hastily beginning to scribble a message onto it in black, cursive scripture.

    "Time for me to repay the favor of the Winter Festival. Meet me in Rose Garden.

    - Aspen"
    .

    Of course, the occasion would be an excellent opportunity for the Slayer to earn a little bit on the side, not to mention what would probably be an opportunity for endless teasing. At the end of the day, they seemed to offer cake as well, something Theo would no doubt appreciate. Folding up the piece of paper, she, along with the brochure, placed both to the side, taking both a fork and a knife from the other side of the table, using magic to twist, bend, and shape the metal into a small little creature, something not unlike the jello thing the notorious track-suited sweet tooth had sent for her last time. "Well, guess we'll see what he says, hm? Bring both of these to the Treasure Hunter", she said, handing both the brochure and the piece of paper to the little creature before leaning back, watching it take off, unhurried. She smirked, finishing the last of her coffee. Well, if she was attending a wedding, she better get ready. The thing she longed for most, right now, though, was not coffee or playing dress-up, but a shower.


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    Post by Theo on 3rd March 2020, 12:35 am

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    Her invitation couldn't have come at a better time.

    Theo had his good and bad days, and while most of them lately were bad, he was able to muddle through them with some semblance of his normal goofy energy. Pretending to be okay sometimes made him forget that he wasn't, but on the flip side, when he had no one to pretend for the cavern of despair in his chest threatened to swallow him whole. The agonizing ache of loss paralyzed him at times. The poor boy sat nestled in his surprisingly bare living quarters within the resort-like guild, wrapped into a mound of blankets that only his eyes and nose peeked from. He wasn't particularly cold or anything, yet he sat there in the pile at the center of his standard-issue bed, unmoving. He just soaked in the comfort and pressure of the cocoon he'd built as if he was on the receiving end of a hug without having to worry if the giver of said hug would fall out of his grasp forever.

    Frigid hues slowly roved the room, though he wasn't particularly looking at it. There was nothing to see. Unlike his room in the underbelly of the Crystalli, it was void of his dramatic flair and penchant for riches. His King's bed with its gold pillars and heavy, royal purple curtains had gone down with the flying ship. The shiny riches and treasures he'd displayed in his magic room were sitting in the bottom of an ocean, along with so many memories that he thought they'd choke the very air from his lungs. Picnics of waffles and blueberry muffins on quilts on his bedroom floor, late morning cuddles, two sets of hands rousing him out of vivid dreams to start the workday. Both of the people belonging to those hands were gone.

    The original plan for today had been to head out on a long expedition into the unknown lands in Joya to search for a particularly strong talisman that the R&D folks had heard rumor of and wished to study. Theo just couldn't bring himself to climb into his flying ship alone to go at the moment. The treasure hunter dearly loved the activity and most times it could stave off even the heaviest moods, but this gloom had virtually sucked all the color out of his world. As far as he knew, his treasure hunting buddy was still out on jobs, so he couldn't imagine who it was suddenly knocking on his door unless it was Leona wondering what crack her Ace had fallen into for the past few days. The strange, quiet knocking continued. The longer it went, the more it actually sounded like tapping. Tap, tap, tap, tap. The tapping was burrowing its way into his brain. Annoying...stop tapping...

    Theo slowly emerged from his pile of blankets, looking like a crumpled blanket himself. His signature tracksuit was twisted and wrinkled as if he'd been wallowing in bed with it on for days...and that was exactly the case. Sore legs shuffled to the door and he cracked it open only to see nothing. He nearly slammed it shut, but then noted the tapping hadn't stopped. It sounded lower than he thought. Peering down, he finally noticed the metal cutlery creature. "Eh?" he vocalized in surprise, opening the door fully to crouch for a better look. The messenger hopped into his hand when he reached out. The jello mage wondered who made it and why it was here, then saw the papers.

    Taking the brochure and the note, he sat the little thing back down since its job was done. As it did whatever it needed to do post-mission, Theo's icy eyes puzzled over the brochure. There were a lot of hearts for some reason. His brows furrowed. It was that time of year, wasn't it? More dread pooled into his guts as his mind slipped into even darker places that even the pictures of cake couldn't pull him from. Enough of that, now the note. He stared at it for a long time dumbly, forgetting he couldn't actually read it. Right. The brain damage. Bare feet padded across the room to his nightstand that stood bare other than a cord and an iLac. Snatching up the device, he fumbled through the little square apps until he found the one he wanted. Using the camera in the device to scan each of the papers, he waited for it to do its thing and then playback the words audibly. Convenient.

    Odd. The event flyer was for attending a fake wedding thrown by the same chocolate company he'd worked for last year in an effort of launching their new business venture. Hopefully, there'd be a distinct lack of homicidal jesters this year. He still saw that murder clown's face in his dreams sometimes... Anyway, he wasn't sure what the flyer had to do with him and was about to hop back into his depression nest when it robotically read out the note that accompanied it.

    Oh. Aspen was back.

    Without another thought, Theo turned and started stripping off his mussed clothing on his way to the shower. It was like a switch flipped. The man who had been quite dead set on hermiting in his empty room was now keen to go to Rose Garden to meet his friend. He quickly cleaned up and put on a fresh tracksuit then rushed out to his ship to fly himself to the indicated town. Was he interested in weddings? Far from it. Honestly, he knew it wouldn't be easy. If he thought about it too hard, it'd be quite painful, especially considering he'd contemplated marriage twice before. There was still a ring nestled in a hiding place that was now a watery grave, his intentions stalled by the event and then dashed with her death. Ah, but this wasn't a real wedding. And this was Aspen. As much as he tried to not form any attachment, clearly he was a big fat failure because he could barely keep from running just to meet her once he landed in Rose Garden. Dusty brown boots carried him through the flowery town, heading to the appropriate area. His smile was back as he hung around the entrance to the fake wedding, prepared to tackle the day's activities with her...or so he thought.

       
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    Post by Aspen on 6th March 2020, 3:14 pm


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    Refreshed and changed into somewhat more casual attire, or rather, her only set of acceptable attire deemed sufficiently casual, a plain, white formal shirt over a dark grey skirt, the somewhat oversized jacket she'd kept from Pergrande rounding out her appearance. In truth, she had wanted to get rid of that thing, but ... found that she really couldn't. Something inside of her pushed the thought aside, stopped her from following through with it. Perhaps too many memories were attached to the article of clothing? Memories of Pergrande, the things she had done, and the night that changed her life a little more than a year ago. What did it matter? It was just a fucking jacket, so the soldier thought, rejecting any such notions. It would be silly to get all emotional over a piece of cloth, wouldn't it? The girl took a deep breath, exhaling in a sigh, absent-mindedly staring down at the road she walked towards what appeared like a large Company building, warehouses, a courtyard. The address listed on the flyer. Perfect. Hopefully, she hadn't taken too long and missed the Treasure Hunter, at least. She'd wondered what he'd been up to recently. Perhaps they could catch up.

    Walking down a graveled pathway that led towards the entrance of what appeared like a large, plain-white and warehouse-like building, spotting a familiar figure clad entirely in a tracksuit when she approached, raising her right hand in greeting, a subtle, albeit present smirk settling into her expression. "Why, hello, Treasure Hunter. Didn't expect to see you here", the girl greeted, joking in a fashion that was entirely uncharacteristic for the fair-haired Slayer. Her tone, however, was not, still somewhat muted and devoid of many emotions other than monotony. "It's good to see you did find your way here. How have you been?", she quickly followed up, though, in an honest way more appropriate for Aspen, lest the Treasure Hunter misunderstood her rather ... eccentric humor for sarcasm.

    Before Aspen could ask any more questions, though, a man spotted the two, hurrying over to them. He was admittedly well-dressed, a black suit, well-kept black hair and a pair of glasses that framed the man's eyes. He was probably in his early thirties and offered a wide, friendly smile that completed his rather official, professional appearance. "Ah! You two must be here for the Official Wedding Ceremony that is being held". Aspen turned, the smirk fading, acknowledging the other's sudden introduction with not much more than a raised eyebrow and an emotionless glare. "I'm representing your contractor. You two are aware of the circumstances this event entails?". Aspen shot a look over to Theo before turning back to the man, nodding simply. Of course she knew. They'd attend a wedding, get free cake, and would even be paid for it. She didn't quite understand this practice, wondering if it was a strange custom the people of Fiore had developed, but she wouldn't complain. Aspen was an opportunist, and for all intents and purposes, this offer was quite the opportunity. "We're attending a wedding, no?". The door to the building opened, at least half a dozen people exiting and similarly hurrying over to the two, seemingly preparing for something. The man, however, chuckled softly. "Attending? No, no, young Miss. You two are going to be the bride and the groom, of course!".

    The girl blinked, for a passing moment wondering if she had misheard. "Uhm ... what?". Before she had the chance to ask any more questions, or even talk to Theo however, she was already being coaxed, practically dragged into a hallway by three women all swarming around her, visible confusion and embarrassment turning the Slayer's cheeks red. This was not what she'd signed up for. She just wanted cake, and most definitely didn't want to be married off like this. She was way too young and ... well, inexperienced. She had no idea how this was supposed to work. Nearly dizzy with stirring thoughts, implications, and sheer confusion, the girl was led into a room, a door slamming shut behind her. The girl was more than flustered, her cheeks, no, her entire face flushing in a hue that reflected her inner struggles, too busy with her thoughts to notice the other person in the room until she felt a touch, her eyes shooting up to stare into the friendly face of a somewhat older woman, probably in her late sixties, though excessively graceful in her demeanour gray hair framing her warm expression. "Oh deary, it's normal to be nervous", she chuckled, wrapping a measuring tape around the girl's waist. "I- ... uhh ...", her stuttering words interrupted by the woman's calming voice. "Don't you worry, I bet he is just as excited as you are".

    As she finished her sentence, she would snap her fingers, a briefly blinding flash of magic illuminating the room, Aspen reflexively closing her eyes, opening them after a second only to find that the long sleeves that had covered her arms were gone. In fact, all of her formal outfit had vanished from her body, neatly folded on a table not too far away. Instead, she was wearing a dress that, for her style, appeared rather extravagant, her hair pulled into a ponytail. "Oh, looks like the chest is a bit too tight". She snapped her fingers once more, the fabric of the Silver Wolf mage's outfit seemingly adjusting itself to and indeed better fit. "There we go!". Without much hesitation, the woman took Aspen's hand, leading her to yet another door, pulling her along. "Now go out there and show them how it's done!", she positively encouraged, pushing the Slayer through the door into yet another empty hallway before closing the door behind her, leaving her alone with her embarrassed self once more. This had all gone over way too quickly for any kind of opposition or protest. It wasn't too late to turn back now, was it? Would Theo understand if she just slipped away? That would be leaving him hanging after she'd promised to make good on the favor she owed him for the Winter Festival, though ...  right? Her thoughts and emotions in a state of conflicting turmoil, she was startled by the sudden onset of music. Music that she at least recognized as being a classic wedding tune. Music that beckoned her, the bride, to come forth and walk the aisle to the altar, where Theo would probably wait ...



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    "Silly side-kick," Theo tutted, a teasingly smug look crossing his ever expressive features as he waggled an index finger at her, "Of course I, the Great Treasure Hunter, would answer your invitation," he finished with a grandiose bow, though upon rising back up he was grinning and snickering. This Theo was a far cry from the one suffering in lonely silence in his room at the guild a short time before. He was absolutely terrible at lying and acting, but it wasn't lying if there were still shreds of his derpy self living amongst the depressing muck. That and he'd do anything to make someone else happy, even if it hurt himself in the long run. "I've been hunky-dory. Livin' the dream," he answered her with smile wide-enough to crinkle the corners of his eyes. His lips parted to counter her question with his own, but his already short attention span was stolen away by someone approaching them.

    Theo was content to stay silent while Aspen interacted with the man, still unsure if he was truly up to rubbing his own nose in reminders of dead happiness. He was here so he knew he had to now, but there was a level of mental preparation that was taking place. Yes, he knew it was fake. But could he handle watching even fake lovers get married, enjoying something he'd only allowed himself begin to entertain when it was all ripped away? Was this level of torture worth cake? Cake was pretty important...he adored cake. Eating cake with his friend would be nice, maybe it'd perk him up a little--

    Wait, huh??

    A light sweat began on Theo's brow as the fancypants man mentioned the pair would be playing the bride and groom. All he could do was stand and stare at the gentleman and the mini-army that followed him, frosty blues wide in terror. Just keeping thinking about cake. The cake. Cake was worth it. Cake cake cake cake! They'd been betrayed by cake. The cake was a lie. A trap!

    Talk about some deja vu. Theo had the distinct feeling he'd been here before, playing the groom across a different girl. There had been singing, something about making a man out of someone....and honestly, he knew it wasn't anything he'd done with Rin. So who was that other girl he was seeing? That wasn't any memory of his, though he had come to terms with the loss of time between his most recent death and his regaining of consciousness in the middle of a tomb in Desierto with Leona. Who he had been before and what he'd done was still a mystery, but he did get little snippets every now and then. He called them Ikevisions, since 'Ike' was who the Kurao and Theo hybrid had been masquerading as. According to Ikevision, he'd been so nervous that he nearly passed out. He'd endeavor not to do that today, though admittedly it'd get both of them out of this situation.

    As much as he wasn't totally committed to carrying on, within seconds of the revelation his choice in the matter would be robbed from him. As hands reached out for him, he turned to run away, only to get his own feet tangled together. "ACK!" he squawked, lurching forward to eat gravel, but his face never met the rocks. Two of the three women kidnapping him were deceptively strong, no doubt to wrangle runaway grooms, so they easily hoisted him over their heads and carried him off almost like a hog to be cooked over an open flame. Though his vision was now upside-down, his eyes darted to Aspen. He only caught the smallest glance of her flushed face before they were both basically hauled down opposing hallways. "Wait-" he tried to slow the determined women to no avail. He wanted to talk to Aspen! They could back out! He could at least find out what she was thinking. He'd never seen her blush like that before. It was...cute. Ugh, now was not the time for that. No more of that...

    The door closed and suddenly they were upon him like bees on the last wildflower. Measuring tape was wrapped around every nook and cranny as he was spun in place. "Iiiee! Don't touch me there!" he squeaked as someone cupped his butt. Whether this was on accident or purposeful was a mystery, nor could he tell which of them had done it. It was such a flurry of motion that it was dizzying...or maybe it was because he couldn't breathe. He wasn't sure when his tracksuit had been switched out for the dapper suit, but he did vaguely remember the flash of light now that he thought about it. It was so tight that his chest couldn't expand. As he wobbled backward, the elderly twin to Aspen's granny aid pulled him forward by the jacket folds with a gentle cackle. "Oh, hold on just a jiffy, son. Don't go passing out! We're fresh out of smelling salts," she teased in sagely grace, very used to skittish grooms losing consciousness. With another snap the suit expanded enough to fit like an expertly tailored suit .

    Theo sucked in a healthy portion of air, though it did little to alleviate the dizziness. His pulse was pounding in his ears. If he'd had a much of a heart left, there was no doubt it'd have been pulsating at a frenzied pace, rattling around in its bony cage, not unlike a newly trapped bird. As it was, the demonic energy acting as the two ventricles was trying to push blood through the weak aorta and the damaged remnants of arteries and could only do so much under pressure. It wasn't a proper heart, after all. Sometimes it couldn't keep up with autonomic responses, especially spastic ones from his plant-based replacement nervous system. This unfortunate combination was what ultimately claimed his life again after Rin's death.

    Someone was fixing his hair and adjusting his tie, then the two younger helpers scattered and the elder led him toward a body-length mirror. Looking at her comforted him a little. She reminded him of Waltrud Bonbon, the kind old granny who had just wanted a cup of morning coffee and instead got a very confused boy breaking out of her machine. She'd been so patient with him, taking the time to get him acclimated to the futuristic times and even passing down her magic to him since she had no children of her own. The fiesty old bat had been a little older than this fashionista, but there was something in the hunched posture and the bright eyes that was familiar. "You look absolutely dashing. Your bride should be more than a little bedazzled, don't you think?"

    The blue-tinted ebony hair swished as he turned his head with force to see. Theo cleaned up nice. His hair was parted on the side so it swooped over one eye. Not a hair was out of place. The suit matched his hair almost exactly, with a lighter muted navy vest and a lilac tie. The gold buttons were polished to sparkle as brightly as treasured coins, a detail the shiny enthusiast couldn't possibly miss. However, no matter how shiny the buttons, they weren't able to distract him from the state of his body. Without the folds and wrinkles of the tracksuit to hide behind, it was painfully obvious how thin his body had become. His frame was so slender that he hardly recognized himself when he took an overall look at the snazzy suit. Next, he noticed the dark circles under his eyes, which apparently caught the eagle-eyed gaze of fashion granny as well. "Quick, some concealer! Pale shade," she barked, holding out an expectant hand full of glittering rings he had to remind himself not to steal. A small salve jar was quickly placed in her palm, lid already off. Her fingers might have been starting to gnarl, but they were still quick. A couple of dots of the stuff were smeared under each of his eyes and blended in, suddenly making him look like a well-rested, healthy man.

    "Alright, alright!" she exclaimed suddenly, causing him to jerk and nearly crash into the mirror. The three grabbed him again, pushing him down a hallway to the side and through a door. He was suddenly thrust in front of a decent-sized crowd and the room was set up like a classic wedding chapel. The pews were lined with expectant faces and capped in ribbons. Numbly, his feet took him to stand in front of the floral arch that the officiant stood beneath.

    The room continued to list back and forth, to the point that Theo wondered when they'd gotten on a boat. That would be silly, but if these were advertisements for themed weddings, maybe their specialties were nautical nuptials? Nah, it was more that his whole center of gravity couldn't decide where it wanted to settle. It seemed passing out was inevitable until the music suddenly hit an alarming organ tone, indicating the bride was coming. Carefully he turned his head to search for her but he had by no means been prepared for what would greet his peculiar eyes.

    He wasn't the only one that cleaned up well. Aspen was a vision in her long, strapless dress and high ponytail. It was simple but effective, and quite a shock. Theo forgot about his own panic for a few moments, standing there and gazing at her with a slightly slack jaw. She was...stunning. Had he ever seen her without some sort of oversized jacket on? Even as she came to stand across from him, he couldn't seem to quite get over his surprise. Snapping his mouth shut, he managed a sheepish, nervous smile at the gun enthusiast across from him, though his cheeks were betraying him by glowing red.

    "We have gathered here today..." the man under the arch began the abbreviated ceremony, but those were the only words the derpy man heard. Theo, still a bit dizzy but much more sturdy than before, winked at Aspen as if to ease whatever nerves she might have. Funny, since it seemed his own nerves were probably worse than hers. "You look pretty," he whispered, unsure when he'd reached for her hands. Internally, the emotionally damaged treasure hunter balked at his own words. How dare he?! He might not have shown it on his face, but internally Theo was a mess. How dare he let himself think about her that way. Being her friend was risk to her enough. He was a hazard to peoples' healths. A curse. Was it okay to notice how cute and pretty she was? Probably not. Surely he wasn't allowed this. He killed Tomoe and with Rin gone only around a year, how scummy was he for even allowing himself to notice another woman?

    He was the worst.

    But his words were nonetheless true. Aspen was pretty. As much as he'd avoided it with as much effort as he could muster, today was the day he had to admit it to himself. Her smirks were endearing, her laugh was infectious, and it was funny to hear her Pergrande accent juxtapositioned with his Desiertan one. Aspen was different than any girl he'd known before. She was a little rough around the edges and existed on coffee and hot chocolate. She was appealing to him, possibly even more so in her usual clothes than this fancy getup. Theo wasn't a fancy man, as seen by his trusty tracksuits and dusty old boots. Yes, he loved riches and wealth, but not the lifestyle that came with it. The pair could be comfortable together. In the end, he'd always be selfish with his desires, but he'd fight it for as long as he could if only to keep her safe. With any luck, she'd reject him and make it easier for both of them.

    The ceremony wrapped up quickly and suddenly everyone was clapping, urging the bride and groom to seal the deal in what was the most exciting part of the ritual. Theo blinked rapidly, eyes darting around as his mind was brought back to the present. The officiant cleared his throat, discreetly nodding toward the girl and puckering his lips. Right, the kiss. OH CRAP, the KISS!

    In a moment of sheer panic, his mind shut off and he did exactly as he knew was expected at the end of a wedding. Even though he had just been running through all the reasons this was a bad idea and how he wasn't going to ever give Aspen even the slightest hint that he could view her as more than a friend, his rushing blood drowned out the clapping and he leaned down to her, placing his lips gently on hers.

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    Of course, the Soldier from Pergrande was unaware of the considerable struggles the Treasure Hunter faced, perhaps blissfully so, but was confronted with her own set in exchange. For one, the need to adjust to the sudden transition in attire was unexpected, and this was far, far outside of the Slayer's comfort zone. That, of course, was Aspen's last worry at current, though, the sudden change of not just clothing, but also scenery, reminding her once more, through all her obvious discomfort, perplexity, and more than evidently sheepish embarrassment. Naturally, the girl had not expected to be pushed into a situation like this today, or any other day, for that matter, not in a million years. Was it too late to just run away? Arguably, yes. Theo was undoubtedly waiting at the altar. Would he be disappointed if she didn't follow through? She had no idea. The Treasure Hunter had seemed as quirky and upbeat as ever, and Aspen had truly expected nothing else from Theo, but now that they were here, she didn't know what to think, what to do, what to feel, wondering if it was the same for him.

    Her head was practically spinning with impulses, jumbled thoughts crashing into each other, the music, however, catching her attention. Some woman, another stranger, rushed over, pressing a bouquet of violet roses that matched her dress. An admittedly unconventional choice, the thought occurred to the girl from Pergrande for a moment most fleeting, but Aspen was anything but conventional, anyway. Wait, now was not the time to think about that kind of stuff!

    She wouldn't be able to stop and think at all it seemed, though, being practically ushered around a corner by the same employee that had given her the flowers, Aspen's eyes widening now that she was in the chapel itself, dozens of smiling faces, they, too, strangers, gazing at her expectingly, no doubt waiting for her to step forward and walk the aisle. The people, even the music, however, were almost drowned out by the sudden influx of dizziness that overcame her when she spotted a certain Silver Wolf mage waiting at the altar, his usual tracksuit swapped for an uncharacteristically elegant and surprisingly form-fitting suit-vest combo. The girl found herself staring, perhaps for a few moments, seconds too long, her cheeks involuntarily aflush with heat and what she reckoned had to be a painfully obvious red once more, Aspen, reflexively, averting her gaze and keeping her eyes locked onto the ground before herself. Why was she so goddamn nervous? Moreover, why did he have to look so good in a suit. Another unexpected twist. It felt like all of her usual faked confidence and practiced stoicism had melted away. She silently cursed herself for being unable to keep her composure, in front of him especially. But why? Why him? Why did the Treasure Hunter inspire such impressions? She'd never thought about it ... until now ...

    Regardless, she was painfully aware of what was expected of her, taking an insecure step forward at first, following it up with another one, and before she knew it, arriving at the altar and taking the spot beside Theo, her face entirely decorated by a sanguine hue, though her eyes still firmly locked on the ground for a few more seconds out of sheer awkwardness, only raising her head and looking at Theo when the Minister opened up with his classic wedding speech, just in time to catch the other's wink. She smiled, the reaction somewhat automatic and somewhat uncontrolled, but genuine, the smile, though, crooked, warped by the swirl of emotions beside amazement and what she thought to be, surprisingly, enjoyment. The fact that she was going through this whole ordeal was distressing, to say the least, but at least Theo was here, which did present a form of relief. His compliment helped, as well, the fact that he thought she looked pretty serving to calm her nerves about the outfit, at least. "T-thank you-", she gave the compliment back in a mixture of whisper and stutter, "-you, too".

    Aspen opened her mouth anew, beginning with another whisper. She wanted to talk to Theo, make sure he was okay with this, that she wasn't ruining his fun, that he didn't hate her for this, wanted to apologize for dragging the Treasure Hunter into this, "Theo ... I-", but was interrupted by the ongoing speech. It seemed the time for the exchange of "I do's" had come. Aspen took a deep breath, ready to complete this faux ceremony and get it behind them.

    Wait. There was one thing that they had yet to do. Aspen recalled now that the employee gestured, her eyes widening once more. This was all going way too fast. Was she even ready for this? She was ready for this!

    ...

    She wasn't ready for this. Not at all.

    What was she even thinking? She'd never kissed someone in her life. She'd never even thought about her first kiss, expecting it to take place in some distant day far in the future, if ever. She'd never thought of the Treasure Hunter in this way, either, but ... well ... now that she thought about it, she had to admit to herself that she wouldn't actually mind if her first kiss was with Theo. Being honest ... she did like him, but was he a friend. Was there more? The sheer fact that the other brought out these sides of her, the fact that she even asked herself these questions was baffling to her. She'd just ... have to try, despite the flood of red hues that lit her face like a Christmas light in clear and continued embarrassment, even though she tried to dismiss it with a nervous giggle when the employee stared at her expectingly. Try to keep calm, she told herself, be cool, but as soon as she turned to look at Theo again, any attempt to do so was vain one more. Theo had already begun to lean in, panic overcoming her, though she was practically frozen in place, her heart pounding in a way that convinced her everyone in the room had to be able to perceive her pulse quite clearly. No matter how much she would want to move, her muscles didn't react, the girl, instead, simply staring at him in anticipation ...

    ... before finally, his lips touched hers. Much more gently, softly than she had anticipated, though. A tingle filled her stomach as he touched her, the girl closing her eyes reflexively before leaning into Theo's kiss, her grip tightening around the bouquet of flowers in her hands. The warmth of his proximity was, for the few moments that they were connected, soothing, calming, almost. It felt like she could stop worrying, stop being anxious about this event, about whether or not she'd upset him, and, even if just for a very little while, indulge in the comfort he would provide her and lose herself in this sensation for just a little while longer ...

    Until, of course, they would separate again, Aspen barely resisting the urge to make the kiss last just one more moment, yet still tempted to repeat the kiss anew, just lean in again and forget about the rest of the people there, the fake wedding, even the man who had married them, though sadly found herself soon confronted with reality, not just the fact that they were still in this church, that they were now married, but also the fact that she had just shared her first kiss with the Treasure Hunter, no, Theo. Her eyes remained locked on his for just a few more seconds, filled with an obvious sense of longing, though it was quickly replaced, once more, with embarrassment, and the blush would return to her. She tried to find some kind of explanation for her compliance, almost looking to justify herself for her reciprocation of that kiss. She didn't want him to think she was weird for enjoying the moment, stuttering, mumbling out an "Oh. I- ... uhh ..." in an attempt to talk to him, though her attempt was once more cut short, this time by the cheers of the crowd in the chapel. She was unsure what to say or even do, unsure how to address the incident, instead simply continuing to stare at him, mouth slightly ajar in a crooked, awkward smirk, trying to come up with some kind of viable response or reaction to what had just happened.



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    The kiss lasted a little longer than he'd planned. A quick peck had been what his panicked mind was going for, but once he was in there it was like being electrocuted. In much the same way muscles contract and keep those being electrocuted from letting go or moving away, Theo was momentarily powerless to end it. Aspen had leaned into it, something he hadn't even begun to consider. His mouth lingered on hers, perhaps growing just the slightest bit less gentle in favor of a firmer one bending to passion's whim. Theo craved her, craved more. Everything in him cried out to be loved, wanting nothing more to feel the warmth of someone that cared about him again. Someone to be the light in the dark pit he was in. Even suffering as he did, his soul was so eager to reach out again and make these attachments, wanting to be worth something to someone while making them blissfully happy. Theo wanted nothing more, but no. No.

    Theo swallowed hard as he pulled away, finding doing so more difficult than he could have ever anticipated. Oh yes, this certainly complicated things. He saw that look. His probably mirrored hers exactly; a split second of longing before it was overtaken by what felt like every drop of his blood rushing to his face. Even his ears were red. Even though the people were clapping and the officiant was urging them to make their escape down the aisle so the guests could be dismissed to the reception, Theo hesitated, simply gazing at her. Her blushing face was so cute. Oh, that flutter in his chest...not again. Hope blossomed, but so did fear.

    He hated himself. Especially for how much he wanted to wrap her up in his arms and kiss her. How could he doom such a precious soul as this? He should have never dragged her out of the cafe that morning. Oh, what had he done?

    Masking the turmoil eating him alive with a goofy smile, he turned his face from her toward the double doors she'd entered through a short time earlier. With a trembling palm touch to the small of her back, he urged her to move with him. "Time for that cake you promised me," he chuckled, the sound a bit airy from residual breathlessness. Once outside the chapel, the sleek suited man in the glasses reappeared and motioned them toward the next step in the demonstration; the cake. God, if he ever needed some cake more than this moment, he couldn't think of it. He needed to put all this heavy stuff aside and just enjoy this moment with Aspen...and not kiss her.

    As they came to a stop in front of the magnificent multilevel cake of fluffy white frosting, they were instructed to wait until the guests were seated at their tables before commencing the ritual of trying to feed each other cake. Hoping to diffuse this new tension between them and provide a distraction while they waited, the treasure hunter tried to drum up some small talk. "I guess this makes me Mr. Azarov for the day?" Theo asked jokingly, reaching up to loosen his tie just the slightest bit.

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    The girl found herself perplexed still, her mind and thoughts racing even as the seconds passed, yet not finding any words to say, any answer for her search of an explanation. She had for sure ruined it, Aspen thought, this wedding, the fun, the whole day that had not been meant to go this way in the first place. She'd made things complicated because she just had to follow through with this, she just had to ruin the first real friendship she'd made by being stupid and careless. Good job, Aspen, great work. He'd probably think her to be some kind of weirdo now. Was she one? She didn't know. Was the brief impulse of comfort, warmth, and emotions weird? Was it strange that she'd liked the feeling? Aspen's head was spinning, all of these questions she couldn't answer hitting her at the same time. She didn't know what to do or how to act, though her uncertainty was quickly alleviated by Theo's touch, her eyes rising up from the ground to his once more, a look of surprise on her face, though a small smile quickly returning, mimicking Theo's. So he didn't hate her? Well ... the ceremony was not yet over. Maybe she could talk to him after, about this whole deal, about what happened, the girl content with, for now, maintaining a consistent and healthy state of red-in-the-face and playing along.

    She had to admit, though, that the fact Theo seemed so much more confident in this situation, while she was a stuttering and mumbling mess, who hadn't even managed to move without his help, was a surprise. Perhaps he didn't think of the kiss the same way she had? Perhaps he didn't even think much of it at all? Could the Treasure Hunter be feeling differently? Why did she even keep wondering about this? She was fairly sure she had displayed more emotion on this day alone than in the past year combined. She was so miserably bad at keeping her cool, at hiding her thoughts. She wanted to, she needed to explain herself to him, though was once more caught off-guard when her fellow Silver Wolf mage began speaking of cake, something that Aspen had, over the course of the last few minutes, forgot entirely. That's why they were here, to begin with. "A-ah, yes, c-cake! Of course!", she muttered in response through a sheepish smirk, walking down the aisle and out of the chapel alongside Theo. In truth, though, the Treasure Hunter had somewhat stolen the thunder of the normally so delightfully sweet treat. Indeed, the cake was the last thing on the Slayer's mind.

    Still, the cake would nonetheless be waiting for the now-married couple, the guests gradually beginning to take seats at an array of tables. Ah, yes, this was some kind of event organized by a company, after all. Aspen had almost forgotten that this wasn't even a real wedding.

    "H-huh?", Aspen turned to the man who'd addressed her, so caught up in her own thoughts that it took her a second to process the comment. "Yeah ... I guess so. Maybe it makes me Mrs. ... Mrs. ...", the girl had begun to try and reciprocate the small talk in kind, though only actually noticed now that she didn't actually know Theo's full name. He'd introduced himself as Theo, just Theo, when they'd first met, and the Slayer had never thought about prying deeper into the man's personal matters before. They'd spent some time together, of course, but it had always been goofy, fun, and perhaps most importantly, casual. So much so that it had simply escaped the normally quite attentive Aspen. She'd once again embarrassed herself in front of him. Great. As if it couldn't get any worse. A nervous laugh escaped her, the girl quickly turning to the cake before them in a somewhat panicked haste.

    "Right. Cake, haha. L-let's try it, y-you can have the first slice", Aspen quickly cut into the massive tower of elaborately crafted baked goods, possibly before the guests had even all taken their seat, though not thinking about this fact in the slightest. Instead, she scooped the slice onto a plate, which were readily available in a neat stack beside the cake, picking a piece up with a fork that had rested on the other side and turning to the Treasure Hunter, awkwardly and in a daze trying to shove the piece of the sugary treat into the man's mouth with a "H-ere you goooo".



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    Theo snickered to himself, though as close as they were standing to each other, the girl across from him could no-doubt hear it. He wasn't offended that she didn't know his last name. It wasn't a real last name anyway. He'd picked for himself as a child since he couldn't remember or perhaps had never known his real one. Besides, if anything, he was endlessly amused with this long, continuous break in Aspen's usual stoicness. This was a pretty bizarre situation, so he didn't blame her. He wasn't sure if his face had ever stopped blushing, either. The dizziness had at least lessened for now.

    It did seem the stress was getting to her now, though. She descended upon the cake like a woman possessed, grabbing up the cutter and sinking it into the fluffy sponge. Theo blinked, hands coming up in a nervous motion as if he was going to stop her, but didn't have the nerve to actually grab her. He turned and looked, seeing that there were still a few guests sauntering to their seats. The suited man from before bulged his eyes behind his spectacles, meeting eyes with the treasure hunter and shaking his head. It was too early. He had to do something or else they'd definitely throw the demonstration off script a little.

    "Wait, Aspen, it's not time yet--" he turned back to look at her just in time to get a fork full of cake to the cheek. Ever quick on his toes when it came to getting sweets into his mouth, he jerked his head quickly so that at least some of it made it into his mouth, though most of the frosting was smeared into a trail from cheek to lips. Well, this was just how it was going to have to be. The rest of the guests rushed to find their places so they wouldn't miss anything, and those already seated started chuckling at the cuteness. Not wanting Aspen to be even more embarrassed, Theo grinned and scooped some cake off the plate she held with his fingers, raising it quickly to try and shove it into her mouth as well. Perhaps the silliness would give her some comfort. At the very least, she'd have some yummy cake as long as she opened up. Laughter bubbled up from his belly and out his amused face, enjoying the moment even if it was a little off tempo.

    The shuffling of chairs indicated people had stood to start taking pictures, which drew Theo's attention. He honestly thought was strange. This was a fake wedding. The audience wasn't here for Theo, Aspen, and their fake day of marital bliss. He couldn't understand friends and family wanting to document the real special day or even the professional wanting pictures as examples for their marketing, but these attendees were just here for the fun of it or in the interest of buying the package for their own wedding. Flashes kept going off, making his face even redder and bringing out a strange shyness in the man. He tried not to look at them, since the last time he attempted to get pictures taken of himself for Sorcerer's Magazine, a horrible faux-pas had taken place. He'd yet to completely live it down.

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