#welllmet

@welllmet

Sometimes, the seven of them can tell what a world is going to be like before they even land. As Davenport lowers the Starblaster through the oppressively thick layer of grey clouds that leaves streaks of grease on every window, they catch sight of the planet below, and are immediately filled with dread. Even from the sky, they can tell they’ve stumbled across a rainforest.

The foliage is dense and all-consuming, covering every inch of the planet that they can see, as they take a day to orbit, hoping to find the light. There’s no sign of it, but they keep searching just in case. The planet below looks unfriendly, Davenport often has to weave between flocks of leather-winged birds with long-tendriled tails, herculean in size and strength, and they scream at the starblaster with beaks as long and sharp as swords.

       ❝ yeah. people trip all the time, luc. ❞ though, of course, taako knew that it wasn’t exactly clumsiness that had sent him collapsing to the ground. pure pain shot from his knees up and his hips down, and it took all his concentration to keep the disguise self up. pans and other things were scattered around him, the victims of his attempt at pretending to be fine. his skirt was covered in baking ingredients and as much as he wanted to jump up and wave lucretia’s concern away, he just… couldn’t. pain kept him pinned to the ground, hands shaking as thunder and rain poured outside.

       freaking weather. he would have been fine today if it wasn’t for that. freaking wonderland. ruining him forever. freaking lucretia. caring and shit.

       ❝ hell, it’s pretty cool down here. i think i’ll stay and reorganize the pans and some shit. ❞ ooo, low deception roll, the elf glancing away from the woman as another pulse of pain shot through him, ears pressing flat against his skull. // @welllmet​

     Lucretia was not stupid. Both of them knew that, and Taako, she thought, probably knew very poignantly in this moment that he was on thin ice in the ‘lies and excuses’ department. 

     A roll of thunder sounded low in the distance as she knelt down next to the wizard, her robes pooling around her feet as her expression pulled together in concern. “Taako, I like to think that at this point we’re beyond... this.” Lucretia vaguely waved at the space between them, gesturing to the lies and deception he was trying to pass by her. 

     She wanted to know what was going on, and he certainly wasn’t the only one here with magic. A cursory Detect Magic spell, cast with a twitch of her staff, revealed his Disguise Self spell, concentrated below his torso. She didn’t know what he was disguising, exactly, but she could see his hands shaking and the sweat beading on his forehead. Her concern deepened significantly, with another roll of thunder.

Carey had slept at Magnus' place last night.

The two didn't exactly plan a traditional wedding - no groomsmen or bridesmaids-- the parents of either weren't even in attendence although, for two very different reasons. But the whole 'not seeing the day of' seemed like a sweet idea.

So, it's the morning of, and Killian is helping Taako unload his gear. Something to keep her distracted -- to keep her nerves at bay. Set down the pots on counter, and turned to him, a faltering smile.