[Oh, bless him. Fiddleford barely ever doesn't think about it, so it catches him by surprise when it catches Marco by surprise. Maybe it's because of his own personal feelings on marriage or his own personal feelings on Marco or a combo of the two, but remembering every day that he's going to marry Marco Evangelisti is probably one of the reasons the past several months have been nice in the first place.
He settles his upper body and a good length of his tail onto the bed, while rest remains curled on the floor. One of his hands finds Marco's. This is good. Comfy.]
Mmhm. Summer. Not that that's got to be when it happens, but winter's definitely out, and we don't want too much risk of rain. I was thinkin' maybe we could do it outside. Find somewhere pretty, maybe out by the lake.
[Marco loves Fiddleford - he really, really does. He loves him so much, perhaps, that sometimes he still can't believe they're getting married. He still can't believe he took him back after what happened. He still can't believe they're together even though he's...
You know.
Marco takes Fiddleford's hand, breathes in deep, and ignores a call he knows not to be real.]
Ah, true, winter wouldn't be good for you. In the summer... It would have to be by the lake. Remember how hot it got last year?
[What happened was... well it was more complicated than Marco just doing something that hurt him. If the context around it had been any different maybe they wouldn't be sitting here right now, but with time and perspective he's come to be at peace with what happened. Marco didn't know. He didn't mean what he said how he said it. He never lied, he just omitted, and that hurt too but Fiddleford understands the why of it.]
Mm. Though I wouldn't want you havin' to get your fancy clothes wet. Or, y'know, havin' to take them off mid-ceremony to make room for your tentacles. And rain would pose the same problem so we probably shouldn't push it up to Spring. Too soon, anyway. Not enough time to get things set.
[It's the aesthetic, Marco, gosh! There could be a dip later but you save the clothes you get married in so they can be priceless family memories. No water damage, it is forbidden.]
Fall. Fall could work. Nice colors.
[The two of them, with their big patches of red, would fit right in among the leaves.]
We don't have to do it outside. It's just there's no church here for either of us and I'm not sure where else we'd go.
Heh. It's not like we need a catholic wedding for me to be happy.
[For a moment, his eyes fall on the "ring" on his finger, the one Elias gave him. If you had asked Marco a year ago, he might have said that alone was good enough. But now Fiddleford doesn't have a ring of his own, and... well, the ring just plain doesn't mean what it used to anymore.
But the fact that he has it, and Fiddleford doesn't, and they're still here? Maybe that can mean something else.]
Really, the only downside I can think of to an outdoors wedding is the, uh... Well, it depends on who we're inviting. But, you know, the same thing as with the workshop? The time of day.
[It does mean something else, in Fiddleford's opinion, and it means something better. The 'rings' that Elias gave them were never really for them. They weren't a symbol of their love for each other, they were a symbol of their shared dedication to someone else's goals. They spent so much time together to begin with because they were both in so deep, and maybe that's part of why they're having this talk now, but the fact that Marco's hand is marked and his isn't means that isn't all there ever was to them. It means their love is their own, not just secondary to their positions within the arcade.
He can't support Elias. He never will again, more than likely. But he can support Marco through his continued dealings with Elias. He knows why Marco stays better than anyone. He can't pretend he wouldn't be the first to be overjoyed if Marco stopped letting himself be led around by a dead child, but in the end that's Marco's realization to have. In the here and now he loves Marco much, much more than he disapproves of Elias. He sure as hell isn't going to let Elias drive a wedge between them ever again.]
Ah. We could do it at dusk, maybe? Try and hit a time most everyone can handle. It'll be a little early for some but it might make for great pictures.
Oh my goodness, you're right. The colours, the...! Oh, but the cameras here wouldn't do it justice.
[And there's that glint in Marco's eyes, the very particular one that he gets when he talks about certain technological commodities of the modern world. He isn't even that into photography, but come on, a 2016 high-end smartphone could take far more beautiful pictures than the (admittedly charming and vintage) cameras they have here!
(The glint he gets when he talks about Fiddleford is different. Less manic, more fond.)]
Should I ask Mana if she can get us modern equipment? Oh, no, that would probably be expensive. And we would have to teach a local how to work with it, wouldn't we? Could you reverse-engineer a camera?
Well -- hm. It's not my specialty, y'know. With some work, maybe? I'd have to take a couple apart to get a feel for them.
[And he'd want it to be better than 'well maybe this will work'.]
Maybe Soeki could do it. He still has his phone, right? The picture quality on it was fantastic. But then you get the problem of how to get the pictures off the phone, because I'd want copies, y'know, to hang on the walls and all...
[It's a dilemma to be sure. Ryslig just has to make everything that much more complicated.]
Uh, maybe I could ask Mana for a cable instead. Wait, would I have to install iTunes? I don't think I have iTunes on my computer... [He huffs.] This is why highly proprietary software is a terrible idea.
[... You know, maybe he's overthinking this.]
Actually, I'm not sure what the professional photography equipment here is like. It might be better than what I'm picturing.
[The Macbook might have iTunes, but considering he has no way to get music into it it's not like he's ever used it. The macbook is more a personal diary and curiosity for him to hack (but gently, so as not to accidentally break the damn thing. He'd never forgive himself if he bricked such a thoughtful gift, unsettlingly-familiar logo on the back notwithstanding). That's about all it's good for here and that's just fine.]
We'll probably have to do that for a few things. Clothes, at least, because I sure don't own anythin' I'd want to get married in. Food, too, and alcohol. Can't have a weddin' without an open bar.
[It's still incredible to Fiddleford that when he first arrived in Ryslig he could barely comprehend the existence of the flesh coat and now here he is, fond of it. It's a part of Marco that he loves as much as his green, green eyes or his nice shoulders or the way he smiles.
Being fond of it doesn't make it any easier to imagine somehow shoving a whole tuxedo under it. It's difficult enough for Marco just to manage regular shirts. All those layers...]
You could just wear an extra-nice bowtie and leave it there.
It's alright, honey, we'll figure it out. I bet Lorna could whip you up somethin' nice if we asked; I'm probably goin' to her for my suit, she knows her way around a needle and thread.
But I wouldn't mind you bein' in a bowtie and nothin' else.
[He is allowed to flirt casually with his fiance let him have this]
[Truth be told, until Fiddleford said that, Marco was still picturing a shirt under the bowtie. But then he catches on, and his cheeks redden up slightly, but his smile turns warmer.]
And I wouldn't mind trying that look just for you.
[See, this is nice. This is easily the nicest thing he has going for him right now and yet he's still continually discovering all over again how nice it is.]
Honey, you could wear nothin' but a potato sack and I'd still think you were the most handsome man I'd ever seen.
Though actually are we goin' to want a -- I don't know, a theme? My first go-around it was all blues and yellows. Real summery. I don't think that'll work for fall and I wouldn't-- I wouldn't want it to be the same. I want this to be somethin' special.
[Which is, you know, kind of hard to say. It's been years since the divorce and it still weighs on him a little. He's from a time and culture where getting remarried has a lot of baggage attached to it, and it's difficult to speak about it so frankly even with the man he's marrying. He never wants Marco to feel like... like a second choice.]
[A theme, huh? Truth be told, Marco has never really thought about it. His idea of a wedding is a very catholic one, and... That option has only been open to him for long enough that he's never really indulged the thought. After what happened with his father, maybe he simply didn't allow himself.
But regardless of any of that, Fiddleford's sentiment touches him. He leans closer and strokes his cheek with a thumb.]
Fall colors, then? Something earthy? Or should we think of something more elaborate?
[He's picturing it now, and as far as he's concerned, that alone must be a good sign. The image makes him smile: a temperate weather wedding in warm colours, the vivid red of his coat and Fiddleford all in elegant browns.
He takes a deep breath just to soak in the feeling the thought gives him.]
Me too. I don't want to rush it or nothin', we have plenty of time and it's good to have time to plan and organize and all, but I'm... y'know, I'm ready for it.
[He can picture it too. He has been picturing it since before he even asked Marco to marry him, and the more he thinks about it the more ready he feels. No matter how he's pictured it's always looked right.]
Really all that's left is pickin' rings, and I want to do that together.
[Don't mind if Marco's quiet for a second. He's just trying to assess where exactly his line for "tacky" lies now, while also, you know, trying not to freak out about it. Would be a shame to ruin the moment after that joke he managed to make and all.]
I mean, gold is great! Traditional and nice to look at.
I can't imagine you pickin' out anythin' tacky. But, y'know. Remember. I'm from the seventies. I've been led to believe I tend toward tacky anyway.
[Which is complete bullshit, his fashion sense is great. It's just great for a time that almost everybody else here isn't from. This is unfair oppression is what it is.]
So if you see somethin' you really fall in love with chances are I'll like it too.
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He settles his upper body and a good length of his tail onto the bed, while rest remains curled on the floor. One of his hands finds Marco's. This is good. Comfy.]
Mmhm. Summer. Not that that's got to be when it happens, but winter's definitely out, and we don't want too much risk of rain. I was thinkin' maybe we could do it outside. Find somewhere pretty, maybe out by the lake.
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You know.
Marco takes Fiddleford's hand, breathes in deep, and ignores a call he knows not to be real.]
Ah, true, winter wouldn't be good for you. In the summer... It would have to be by the lake. Remember how hot it got last year?
[... Two years ago? Summer got hot once.]
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Mm. Though I wouldn't want you havin' to get your fancy clothes wet. Or, y'know, havin' to take them off mid-ceremony to make room for your tentacles. And rain would pose the same problem so we probably shouldn't push it up to Spring. Too soon, anyway. Not enough time to get things set.
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So, that leaves... Fall, then?
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Fall. Fall could work. Nice colors.
[The two of them, with their big patches of red, would fit right in among the leaves.]
We don't have to do it outside. It's just there's no church here for either of us and I'm not sure where else we'd go.
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[For a moment, his eyes fall on the "ring" on his finger, the one Elias gave him. If you had asked Marco a year ago, he might have said that alone was good enough. But now Fiddleford doesn't have a ring of his own, and... well, the ring just plain doesn't mean what it used to anymore.
But the fact that he has it, and Fiddleford doesn't, and they're still here? Maybe that can mean something else.]
Really, the only downside I can think of to an outdoors wedding is the, uh... Well, it depends on who we're inviting. But, you know, the same thing as with the workshop? The time of day.
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He can't support Elias. He never will again, more than likely. But he can support Marco through his continued dealings with Elias. He knows why Marco stays better than anyone. He can't pretend he wouldn't be the first to be overjoyed if Marco stopped letting himself be led around by a dead child, but in the end that's Marco's realization to have. In the here and now he loves Marco much, much more than he disapproves of Elias. He sure as hell isn't going to let Elias drive a wedge between them ever again.]
Ah. We could do it at dusk, maybe? Try and hit a time most everyone can handle. It'll be a little early for some but it might make for great pictures.
[Fall sunsets are nothing to sneeze at.]
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[And there's that glint in Marco's eyes, the very particular one that he gets when he talks about certain technological commodities of the modern world. He isn't even that into photography, but come on, a 2016 high-end smartphone could take far more beautiful pictures than the (admittedly charming and vintage) cameras they have here!
(The glint he gets when he talks about Fiddleford is different. Less manic, more fond.)]
Should I ask Mana if she can get us modern equipment? Oh, no, that would probably be expensive. And we would have to teach a local how to work with it, wouldn't we? Could you reverse-engineer a camera?
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[And he'd want it to be better than 'well maybe this will work'.]
Maybe Soeki could do it. He still has his phone, right? The picture quality on it was fantastic. But then you get the problem of how to get the pictures off the phone, because I'd want copies, y'know, to hang on the walls and all...
[It's a dilemma to be sure. Ryslig just has to make everything that much more complicated.]
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[... You know, maybe he's overthinking this.]
Actually, I'm not sure what the professional photography equipment here is like. It might be better than what I'm picturing.
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[The Macbook might have iTunes, but considering he has no way to get music into it it's not like he's ever used it. The macbook is more a personal diary and curiosity for him to hack (but gently, so as not to accidentally break the damn thing. He'd never forgive himself if he bricked such a thoughtful gift, unsettlingly-familiar logo on the back notwithstanding). That's about all it's good for here and that's just fine.]
We'll probably have to do that for a few things. Clothes, at least, because I sure don't own anythin' I'd want to get married in. Food, too, and alcohol. Can't have a weddin' without an open bar.
shh i didn't forget about the macbook or anything
[In fact, now that they're on the subject of clothes... Marco just sort of looks down at his coat, uncertain.]
I wonder if it's even possible to find a suit that goes well with this.
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Being fond of it doesn't make it any easier to imagine somehow shoving a whole tuxedo under it. It's difficult enough for Marco just to manage regular shirts. All those layers...]
You could just wear an extra-nice bowtie and leave it there.
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[He gives Fiddleford a little smile, looks down and fidgets at his neck, picturing what that might look like. If it's the only way to make it work...]
I could try wearing a jacket over the coat, but that might be a little...
[Stupid? Suffocating? Both?]
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[That's probably the kindest way of putting it.]
It's alright, honey, we'll figure it out. I bet Lorna could whip you up somethin' nice if we asked; I'm probably goin' to her for my suit, she knows her way around a needle and thread.
But I wouldn't mind you bein' in a bowtie and nothin' else.
[He is allowed to flirt casually with his fiance let him have this]
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And I wouldn't mind trying that look just for you.
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Honey, you could wear nothin' but a potato sack and I'd still think you were the most handsome man I'd ever seen.
Though actually are we goin' to want a -- I don't know, a theme? My first go-around it was all blues and yellows. Real summery. I don't think that'll work for fall and I wouldn't-- I wouldn't want it to be the same. I want this to be somethin' special.
[Which is, you know, kind of hard to say. It's been years since the divorce and it still weighs on him a little. He's from a time and culture where getting remarried has a lot of baggage attached to it, and it's difficult to speak about it so frankly even with the man he's marrying. He never wants Marco to feel like... like a second choice.]
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But regardless of any of that, Fiddleford's sentiment touches him. He leans closer and strokes his cheek with a thumb.]
Fall colors, then? Something earthy? Or should we think of something more elaborate?
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Simple seems better, I think. Less to worry about. But earthy could be nice. Warm colors. That way nothin' would clash with your coat.
[Since it's not like Marco can exactly take it off. Whatever they go for, it has to pair alright with bright red.]
And I've always looked good in browns and greens.
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He takes a deep breath just to soak in the feeling the thought gives him.]
I like it.
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[He can picture it too. He has been picturing it since before he even asked Marco to marry him, and the more he thinks about it the more ready he feels. No matter how he's pictured it's always looked right.]
Really all that's left is pickin' rings, and I want to do that together.
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[The fact that he's joking about Monster Things is a clear testament to what a good mood this conversation has put him in.]
We have to match, of course.
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Of course. I imagine you'll be wantin' somethin' real shiny? Gold's traditional but I'm open to suggestions.
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[Don't mind if Marco's quiet for a second. He's just trying to assess where exactly his line for "tacky" lies now, while also, you know, trying not to freak out about it. Would be a shame to ruin the moment after that joke he managed to make and all.]
I mean, gold is great! Traditional and nice to look at.
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[Which is complete bullshit, his fashion sense is great. It's just great for a time that almost everybody else here isn't from. This is unfair oppression is what it is.]
So if you see somethin' you really fall in love with chances are I'll like it too.
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