How very sad..
But you’re here now.
I’m sorry there was a return for you to even miss. I should have been here…
I’m, uhm… alive. Well, dead, but I still exist. I just got… lost.
You too, eh?
… Annie?
Who else would it be, Archie?
Grizzly bear cub ft. wolf pup
A baby bear.
Playing with a baby wolf.
I repeat:
A baby bear.
Playing.
With.
A baby wolf.
Disney needs to get on this.
Yes. All my yes.
OMFG
THAT IS
ADORABLE
NOW I’M DYING
OF
TOO MUCH
CUTE
OH MY GLOB
-dies of cuteness-
(Source: johannamas0n)
“Who decides who gets a second chance?”
I’m, uhm… alive. Well, dead, but I still exist. I just got… lost.
You too, eh?
… Annie?
I’m, uhm… alive. Well, dead, but I still exist. I just got… lost.
Lev had plenty of time as usual, so he spent the morning trying to keep his nerves contained. He sipped his tea and ate the last of his dutch chocolate cake. Then he went to his throne room. It had been a long time coming, but he smiled at the site of his raised ladis. Finally.
He moved over to the platform and closed his eyes, with a wave of his hand and a good deal of concentration, he transformed the seat that was Archer’s throne, into the exact replica of his own. Two thrones, for two kings.
Archer picked at his nails as he sat on his bed, listing the people he had invited in his head as something to keep him distracted. He was really nervous about today, afraid that something was going to go wrong, that something mostly being him going incorporeal in the middle of the wedding and everyone having to wait until he could change back into his solid form. That would be the worst. Or, perhaps, if someone who scared him showed up and he… well, he freaked out. That would actually be the worst thing to happen.
Pulling himself from his thoughts, Archer pushed himself up so that he could move into the throne room. The whole “if the groom and bride (or groom and groom) see each other before the wedding, it’s bad luck” superstition be damned, because he needed to see Lev in order to calm down. When he did see his love and then the throne, his face burned a soft red and he smiled.
Lev smiled when he turned back to look at Archer. “Good morning…my fair prince.” He came closer and touched Archer’s cheek, traling over the blush, his eyes sparkling with happiness and joy. “Look at you..so handsome..”
Lev moved the hand down Archer’s cheek to his chest, pressing his palm against the soft fabric of the tux. “They say..it is bad luck..for the bride to see the groom before the wedding but…” Lev tinted and looked up at Archer. “I am…already married to you..at least I see it that way..today..today is just making it official.”
“Good morning, my Leviathan.” Archer smiled again, the happiness he was feeling evident and obvious. “One could, and should, say the same for you. You look perfect.” The Ghost bit his lip gently and looked down, watching Lev’s hand before laughing softly, “Luck is a perspective. I don’t need luck, I’ve got everything I want.” He smiled and looked back up at the other, “I’ve got you…” He trailed over and beamed after a few moments, “Today was always just a making it official day. Even without today… I’d be yours forever.”
Lev woke the day of October 14th, at 8am like he did most days. He sat up his bed, empty as per usual, and smiled at the emerald green and dark brown wood of his walls. He then got up, moving over to his wardrobe and selecting the fine white tux he had specially made for that day. It had gold accents to match their theme of gold and creme.
Lev had gone out of his way to make sure everything was to a perfect fine line done. He had paid the caterer, and he had made sure the china and the decorations were done. At the wedding sight in France, there was a bridge, overlooking the water. There they would do it, marry, and he and Archer…would be forever.
Archer woke up late. He always woke up late, it was just his luck that today was no different. Since he was late, he rushed to get himself actually awake and coherent enough to grab his tux and start preening. Hopefully his hair obeyed him today, or else he’d look… odd, compared to Leviathan and the rest. At the thought of Lev, the Ghost smiled brightly and laughed softly. He was actually getting married today, to his Leviathan. And then they would be together… indefinitely. It made him feel warm and happy and light, things he hadn’t felt in such a long time. He was ready for this. He was ready to be Lev’s forever.
Lev had plenty of time as usual, so he spent the morning trying to keep his nerves contained. He sipped his tea and ate the last of his dutch chocolate cake. Then he went to his throne room. It had been a long time coming, but he smiled at the site of his raised ladis. Finally.
He moved over to the platform and closed his eyes, with a wave of his hand and a good deal of concentration, he transformed the seat that was Archer’s throne, into the exact replica of his own. Two thrones, for two kings.
Archer picked at his nails as he sat on his bed, listing the people he had invited in his head as something to keep him distracted. He was really nervous about today, afraid that something was going to go wrong, that something mostly being him going incorporeal in the middle of the wedding and everyone having to wait until he could change back into his solid form. That would be the worst. Or, perhaps, if someone who scared him showed up and he… well, he freaked out. That would actually be the worst thing to happen.
Pulling himself from his thoughts, Archer pushed himself up so that he could move into the throne room. The whole “if the groom and bride (or groom and groom) see each other before the wedding, it’s bad luck” superstition be damned, because he needed to see Lev in order to calm down. When he did see his love and then the throne, his face burned a soft red and he smiled.
So Archer-Mun and Levi-Mun have decided the best way to operate the wedding this coming Sunday is to do it as one single RP between Archer and Myself.
The “invites” that he and I have given out (which is anyone…really if we’ve interacted a lot, or continually for any time..you can “come” to the wedding. If you are not as active with either party don’t be sad, we have prizes for you too.) The “invites” will send asks/ submits to either party throughout the wedding.
You may interact with the wedding rp as it progresses in that fashion. This is to avoid any problems with losing threads, responding out of turn etc. There are just too many people to do it any other way.
If you don’t think you qualify for an invite, you can still respond by sending asks and well wishes.
And presents. Lev is expecting Wedding gifts.
I love y’all. Thanks for being wonderful.~
~ All my love,
Enjoy the RP.
Sarah-mun.
