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Something Old, Something Blue

Who: Cassian and Tannusen
What: Jibber jabber about weddings
When: Early afternoon
Where: Cassian's Subgate
Warning: None yet!

Well, planning had to happen eventually. Guest lists, who could and definitely could not come, food, place to have the entire ceremony, who the hell was going to officiate the fucking thing.

Could he officiate his own wedding?

He didn't know it wasn't like priests were allowed to get married anyway. Then again, what was actually important was all the paper work and legal nonsense-

He needed a drink.

A drink and a chance to sit down and talk with Tannusen.

It was, really, more than just general plotting of various, important marriage matters, he'd something to give the other man too.

No need to call him when he was still in the house, the priest calling out at some point in the day-

"Oi! Tannusen, ye awake?"

If he wasn't, well that was about to be fixed, wasn't it?

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"Not big nae, but I'd like to bring Dorian and Belle to it. Invite one or two of your employees from the bar. Nae, not scaled up, but... close friends.

Tis proper, to marry before the community. The whole community is a tit, so we'll do it for the ones who ain't tits."

"You're not a fan of at least one of my friends," the tiger chuckled, because there were so few people he'd use the word 'friend' for on any damn world that it didn't take much to figure out who he meant, and he knew it. "You just want to have me say sappy shit to you in front of witnesses."

Like he really minded.

"That ain't a friend, it's an obnoxious stray parrot and he ain't allowed in the house nor the subgate and if I had it my way, this entire feckin' planet."

FUCK. THAT. BIRD.

"Nae, tis tradition, I promise, not a bit of a fib."

"He is," Tannusen snorted, amused, "but he'd be an obnoxious brat about it all, if he even showed."

Which he wouldn't, even if invited.

And everyone involved knew this.

"Jethro, of course, which means the whole thing's going to have to be with the Wyrd dropped so he can actually move around. And what about Lilly? He could be the ring... bird. Or something. He was kind of involved with me freeing you of that pest problem."

"So long as ye warn everyone, guess that'll make any need of decoration obsolete."

Jethro was pretty enough to dazzle anyone.

"The little mini angel in the basement? ... Aye, fine he can be there. I don't wanna hear any crap out of him about anythin' tho."

It didn't matter that Lil technically was not, nor could ever be Szel. That face was close enough.

"Yes, the pocket angel," Tannusen pulled his phone out of his pocket with the hand not toying with Cassian's shirt, and brought up one of the pictures of the flowers in specific to show him. "I suggested the name because... well."

The colors were rather fitting.

He peered at the picture, and actually, honestly, looked fairly intrigued.

"Aye then, that is a pretty thing innit? 'Spose it works well enough with the colors.

... Tis quieter though."

"You could cut him some slack, you know," Tannusen wormed his fingers in around a button to skim over skin. "Levanael never met you, let alone Lil. And he did his best to keep me... intact, during those months when I knew I had to kill you. Used to sing to me a lot."

He didn't fuss, just moved to twine his fingers through Tannusen's hair.

"Aye... I know. But I don't like his face." A pause...

"Tis petty of me, but I'm not ready to yet give on it."

Tannusen's hair was a vague tangle, half in its ponytail and half loose from his sleeping in such a silly position on the couch. Faerie.

"Two thousand years of rivalry? I understand, as much as I can anyway."

At best, he had a few hundred years of confused and jumbled memories of past lives. At best. And they didn't form a single cohesive story, and certainly didn't feature any re-occurring people other than himself.

He set about picking gently at knots, huffing a short laugh.

"I've got another present for ye, if ye wish to have it now."

"More presents?" Tannusen snorted, amused and also quite cheerfully wriggling more of his hand into Cassian's shirt. "You spoil me."

Out came the parcel, and he rested it lightly on Tannusen's chest as the pooka wiggled more fingers into his shirt.

"Oi, can't appreciate the present when ye ain't lookin' at it."

"I like the one I'm looking at right now better than any other," Tannusen grinned up at Cassian, though he obligingly set his free hand on the package and started picking at the wrapping.

"Ye've seen me every day for what's almost a year now, look at somethin' new, t'will but be a moment."

Look, the present is important okay.

"Oh, alright," the tiger chuckled, slipping his fingers free of Cassian's shirt and moving to sit up properly, swinging his legs around to the front of the couch where they belonged. Parcel now in his lap, he plucked at the ties in the string.

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He was quiet, as Tannusen worked at the parcel, still toying and picking away at the knots in Tannusen's hair.

It wouldn't take long to open the present.

An... apron. It was an apron. An apron with obvious pouches for spices, places to slip knives or tongs, matching mits-

Oh.

Oh it was also a very, very... faint shade of pink.

Tannusen lifted the apron in both hands to get a good look at it, and shot Cassian an inquisitive look. "Really? What's the occasion?"

He's doing his damn best not to look embarrassed here.

"Ye cook, I figured it'd be useful if ye had an apron about. What since ye have a love of steak and a love of nice clothes."

"That's adorable," Tannusen chuckled, and slipped the apron on over his head before swinging himself up onto one knee and throwing the other over Cassian's lap to straddle him.

...Whelp.

"How's it look?"

Did you think he was going to stop flirting for more than two seconds there, Cassian?

He saw this coming, he knew this was coming, this was definitely coming.

And he turned bright pink anyway, puffing up for just a second-

"..."

And then deflating, slowly, as if remembering who he was talking to, and what the relationship was now.

"Tannusen, ye could make a potato sack look beautiful."

"Is that so?" Tannusen purred, lifting his hands to cup Cassian's blushing face. "Tie the back for me?"

That blush is interesting. Surely it's not entirely from having Tannusen straddle his lap...? The tiger's teasing, yes, but also paying close attention.

Tie it back.

Okay.

"Aye, sure." No doubt he felt burning hot under Tannusen's hands, the color just barely starting to seep to the tips of his ears now as his expression refused to budge from calm, casual interest.

TOTALLY FINE.

"Of course it's so, ye look lovely in anythin', I've yet to see otherwise."

Tannusen was plenty close enough for Cassian to reach around him to tie a bow, which was the whole point in the request.

"So you wanted to talk about the wedding, and gave me an apron. Are you trying to make a respectable cat out of me?"

He leaned in, mere inches from Tannusen's face as he went to blindly tie the apron. It didn't matter, he certainly could not say he minded being this close in the slightest.

"And put ye in a box? Never."

That was a far sweeter response than the witty banter Tannusen had expected to get in return, and as soon as the priest was done tying the apron the tiger moved to kiss him.

It was a surprise, but by no means an unwelcome one, and after a mere second to collect himself, Tannusen was kissed back, Cassian lazily draping his arms over his shoulders.

Tannusen took his time with the kissing, and when it came to a natural conclusion he leaned his forehead against Cassian's for a moment.

"So what else is there to plan? What the strippers start off wearing?"

One hand moved to rest lightly at the back of Tannusen's neck, threading his fingers again gently through his hair.

"Tannusen." Dick.

"Don't show up naked, either."

"Would I ever do that?"

The answer is yes, yes he would.

"Aye, ye would, a hundred percent, and ye'd wrap your todger in a bow too, I know ye."

"My, what a vivid imagination you have," Tannusen grinned, "I guess I'll just have to do something more subtle."

Uh oh.

"Don't ye dare, Tannusen, save your wickedness for after the ceremony."

And up went Tannusen's eyebrows. "Oh really? That almost sounds like an invitation."

"After the ceremony, ye'll find out, won't ye? But ye won't learn a thing if ye forget your manners."

"I suppose I can attempt to behave. Mostly." Tannusen siiiighed, sounding suitably long-suffering about it. "Just for you, gorgeous."

"And we'll all hope to God it won't kill before the end of the night. We'll send the guests off as early as possible."

Tannusen just chuckled at that, and shifted to sit beside Cassian again, leaning his head against the human's shoulder.

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