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This is a Roleplay Prompt Contest being judged by Midnight Holographic.
All prizes are made by Bitter Owl and the prizes include an Owl Bear, Familiar, and Senior Fallen based on the flower Water Hyacinth.

This lovely fallen received an invitation to yet another on of their friends weddings. Counting the ones they've already been to so far this summer alone this one coming would make for the forth. Thinking about it some more it's catching them off guard how quickly everyone is settling down. Time sure does fly by quickly.

This is a roleplay personality contest where you the author will write from the character's perspective how attending their friend's wedding makes them think and feel. Are they happy for their friends being able to find love and settle down or are they jealous? Do they miss how things were in the past before everyone started getting married and are worried they'll get to spend less time with their friends? Are they anxious for their own future, or optimistic for whats to come next? These are just examples, but you get the idea. You're free to write as much or as little as you want and anyone including staff is allowed to enter.

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- You may not enter the contest with the intention of gifting to someone else, you should be entering for yourself, but you may gift them at a later point if you wish
- Staff may enter

'No... not another one.'

The sound of paper slightly crinkling filled the otherwise silent room as her hands involuntarily bunched around the parchment in her grasp. Another invitation, beautifully written, seemingly by hand, with a pair of signatures at the bottom. The envelope was just as ornate, with gold leaf filigree decorating the edges, and a beautiful dark wax seal, already popped open. The presentation was immaculate--obviously well planned out, like the event detailed inside surely would be as well.

Her eyes slowly scanned over the invitation once again, then a second and third time after that. She couldn't seem to focus on the actual details inside--the date, location, time, it was all a blurr, her mind too focused on her own thoughts.

'I don't think I can go to another wedding. I don't want to go to another wedding. Why do they all get to be happy while...' she thought to herself, jaw tightening as her wings furled around her, hands finally releasing their vice grip on the once-beautiful parchment, letting it drop to her lap. Her gaze lifted, turning slowly towards her bedside table just beside her, eyes scanning slowly over a small framed picture that kept her company. The Fallen swallowed thickly, jaw finally unclenching as she reached out, gently taking the frame in her grasp, pulling it closer so she could get a better look.

She was in the picture, though she wasn't alone. Beside her, holding her tight in a loving hug, was another Fallen. She didn't look similar enough to be related--in fact, she looked completely different. Dark, near-black hair, pale skin, blue and green feathers, and beautiful bright eyes filled with life.

Looking at the picture brought her so much happiness, but just as much sadness everytime she looked at it.

'If only I'd known then about her sickness... maybe we would be the ones designing beautiful invitations and planning our wedding...'

Everytime she looked at the picture, that very same thought ran through her mind. This time was no different. Her eyes eventually downcast, head hanging as she gently lowered the frame into her lap, covering the invitation with it. It was hard to be happy for your friends when your own happiness had been ripped from your grasp.

'It's been six years. She would want you to move on, you know. Are you going to be like this everytime one of your friends gets married?'

She let out a soft sigh, head shaking as she slowly moved to place the picture back on her bedside table, gently folding the invitation in her lap to slip it back into the envelope.

"I'm just... not ready to move on yet," she admitted aloud, as if there were someone there to hear her words. There was a long moment of silence that followed, before finally she shifted, a dim smile eventually appearing on her lips.


'It's alright. If anything, going to another wedding will give me a chance to wear that dress you bought for me. The white one with the pretty purple flowers on it that you said matched my hair.'

Melissa woke up with a frown on her face. It was far too early for this whole being awake thing. Her hair wild and tangled, she'd gotten rained on her way home and crashed when she got into her room. She'd barely gotten any sleep, her job had run late and it had taken her longer than normal to get home since a friend of hers just had to yack her ear off. Drained and cranky the fallen girl grumbled as she rolled back over curling her legs against her body as she sighed. "Why is the sun up? Ugh noo..." Mel grumbled in a vain attempt to hold onto her time being able to rest.

She didn't want to be awake yet, her alarm hadn't even gone off yet.

All this talk about Weddings had gotten under Mel's skin, so much, in fact, she was downright sick and tired of getting invited. An artistic lacey designed invitation sat on her nightstand, crumpled up and like she had started to rip it in half...but stopped. These were the same people that were there for her when she, was once legally Marcel, and a He.

Acting out, and throwing a tantrum like this was completely childish. Yet, it was hard not to be jealous or irritated! She kept running into scenarios where all her Academy day friends kept showing up out of the woodworks to tell her how happy they were. She thought the topic was boring, and it simply put her to sleep. In reality, Melissa used this as a deflection to try and have an outlet for her emotions.

However, she was a good friend to those she cared for and would listen to them any day. Even if internally she was rolling her eyes as they would gush about their partner, endless. It must be nice. Melissa scowled, considering she was alone in her one bedroom apartment. That wasn't anyone's fault but her own, and the lack of noteworthy dates...but that didn't make her any less crabby. She didn't have the luxury to take off days from her job whenever, but how she guessed she had to! Melissa knew logically she was being bratty, but at least it was in the privacy of her own room.

Growling, Melissa pulled the covers over her head. At least that was until she felt a little plunk on the bed. Peeking from the covers, her foul expression was much softer as she gazed at her purple and white Vespercat. "Lila..come here girl.." She murmured reaching out and gently hugging her close, nuzzling her cheek against the feline. Closing her eyes she listened to the sound of the creatures purring to distract herself. Melissa would go and put on a happy face because anything less was childish and bitchy. She was her friend's bridesmaid..she wouldn't make this about her, when it wasn't.

One day her own fairy tale dreams would come true..she'd meet a nice girl or boy. She just had to be patient, something she wasn't very good at doing.