It must be spring

[serpentinthegarden]

 The rose blossom popped open, producing a gorgeous bloom and Crowley glared at it disapprovingly. 

"Not yet! June I said! You're all meant to be blooming your brightest in June... It doesn't mean a thing if you do it early."

The rose dutifully folded back up to conserve it's strength for June as Crowley looked back towards the mound of cupcakes he had sitting on a table in his temporary workspace out in the castle training gardens. This sort of work couldn't be done inside... not when you were going as big and as flashy as he was. With a snap of his fingers the cupcakes turned into a much larger golden clad pillar of a cake. 

"Hm, might be too much 'golden throne'.'

He tried again and this time the cake was even larger with so many spires and decorations it almost looked more like a model than a cake.

"That's very 'cathedral'." Crowley frowned and tilted his head at some of the decorations, "Not sure about the little cherubs. I mean once you've met one they lose their charm... More modern maybe."

Crowley snapped his fingers again and this cake looked like it had flying flowers cascading their way around the center cake.

"Should it be all white? Nothing says a wedding cake had to be all white. I could add a touch of spice!"

And once again the cake transformed. This time into something black and red with a touch of angel. As he stood back admiring his work Crowley caught sight of a flash of light. His mirror was sitting out on the table and had apparently been capturing the whole display. His frown deepened instantly as he rolled his head in dramatic fashion but collected the mirror to do a touch of damage control.

"So I'm looking for a cake design, it's no big deal. I had thought it would be secret but... since it's not. Lydia, up for a job in June?"

Comments

[smilingarmor]

[Anyone who expected Sylvando to not be excited abut something like this clearly doesn't know him at all. Sure, he's been fairly certain it was bound to happen sooner or later, but that's not going to stop him from giving a squeal of delight when he sees the news accidentally broadcast on the mirror.]

Oh, darling, congratulations! I'm so happy for the two of you!

But I do have one very important question; have you found someone to handle the reception yet?

[serpentinthegarden]

[ What in all the--... did some one just squeal!? ]

We haven't even picked a place for a reception yet. Are you offering?

(video)

[creepyoldguy]

You get to have cake?!

Damnit.

[Sulking.]

(video)

[serpentinthegarden]

Whaaa... yeah, of course there would be cake. You can't have a wedding without cake! It's like a rule isn't it?

Re: (video)

[creepyoldguy]

Sometimes there’s a murder and no one gets cake.

(video)

[serpentinthegarden]

What kind of weddings have you been to??

[ Granted he hadn't been to many himself but, he was under the impression that murders were rare at weddings. ]

There won't be one at this wedding. I'd kill some one if there were a murder at this wedding. There is only going to be cake, brides maids who trip over each other trying to grab the bouquet and a distinct lack of holy rice!

Re: (video)

[creepyoldguy]

Oh, just the one.

Hey, don’t look at me, I didn’t do the murdering.

(video)

[serpentinthegarden]

Who did the caterer? Bad shrimp maybe?

[strangeandunusual]

Actually, uh ... long story but ... yeah, that was on me.

But yeah, of course I'll take pictures for the two of you! That's amazing! Do you want me to come by so we can talk in private?

[creepyoldguy]

[Finger guns for Lyds.]

Not a reply.

[mal_contented]

[She watched this then shut her mirror off in disgust. She'd have to find out when exactly this would be... and be anywhere else before hand into long enough after that this whole thing had blown over. Maybe this was a good time for a long solo mission. No board or assignment needed. Just a week out in the woods, mapping... ]

[serpentinthegarden]

Private might be a good idea. It was all supposed to be...

[ But he shrugged at the mirror. His fault really for being distracted. ]

Lydia killed someone?? She doesn't really seem the type.

[creepyoldguy]

Yep. She yeeted the groom.

[serpentinthegarden]

Whose wedding? Who was the groom... you are leaving a lot out here.

[creepyoldguy]

Just a few of the more pertinent ones.

Just trust me, she is tougher than she looks, and don’t piss her off.

[serpentinthegarden]

The more interesting bits...

[ He grumbled. ]

And she's human. I'm not afraid of any human. If I were I wouldn't exactly be asking her round to talk wedding photos.

[creepyoldguy]

[He was just so pleased he was being deliberately vague.]

I didn’t say you should be afraid of her.

Just that she’s tough.

[serpentinthegarden]

This all started when you were talking about a wedding murder! That plus the ominous, 'don't piss her off,' sounded like a warning.

If you are going to say something you could just say it instead of tap-dancing around it. There's no one from head office here to get pissed about it.

1/... a few

[az_shrimp_horny]

...

2/?

[az_shrimp_horny]

...

3/?

[az_shrimp_horny]

...

4/5

[az_shrimp_horny]

...

5/ DONE (also action)

[az_shrimp_horny]

Since it's obvious enough where Crowley is, Eleanor just fucking storms into the garden. She stops and plants her hands on her hips, staring at Crowley.

"Well? Do you maybe have something you forgot to tell your favorite human?"

[creepyoldguy]

Hey, I’m over it. Learned a lesson. Got a new set of emotions, some scars, got to feed Ma to a Sandworm—-just no cake.

Which sucks. Get murdered at my own Green Card wedding and didn’t even get any lousy cake.

[serpentinthegarden]

She killed you... Mr. born dead?

[ An excuse him a moment while a grim and gross thought begins to dawn on him. ]

You're too old for her!