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[It's honestly probably a very good thing that Alex had her phone in her hand otherwise there's no way in hell that she would have been able to hear it ring. When it does she just stares at it before she shouts over the din of the loud tech music:]

Hold on.

[There's the sound of her moving through the club, and finally out the door of it where the background noise fades to something more like crowd noise. Alex moves past that before she speaks, and she sounds a little drunk but not shitfaced.]

How the hell do you even know where Excessus is? And yes, Amalia is fine. Trust me, she's a very good Domme who is much in demand. I am fine. And Warren didn't even know I was there!

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Considering how much Alex doesn't really sleep, it says something that she'd slept deeply enough for both of them to leave her bed without her noticing, and for someone else to come in. She just groans softly, for missing them, for being alone when the servant speaks, and automatically her hands go to wrap herself in one of the sheets that had been draped over her when she slept.

"How long ago have they left?" The question is soft, and Alex automatically reaches out for her glasses before she realizes that her vision is perfect in a way that it never has been before. She just stares at her hands for a moment, seeing the scales on one of them, and not the other, and tracing her fingers across them in a marvel. It's so weird. It's so wonderful.

"What do they want me to do? And what's your name?" Because even as a consort, even as a queen, Alex Reagan was still Alex Reagan.

The servant says nothing, "It is not my place."

He bows lower, "It is requested you bathe and dress. When you have done so I am to prepare your hair for your wedding day."

He raises his head and smiles, sincerely, "congratulations. And thank you for your blessing."

Alex grins, because it’s easy for her to do it. It’s her wedding day. It’s so weird that she had been so worried about this before. “Thank you.” Alex says it entirely sincerely and she just looks around for a moment.

“Two things: is there any coffee and is there anything special that I’m supposed to be wearing today? I mean if you’re going to do my hair and stuff I’m kind of assuming.”

Because even as a dragon, Alex Reagan is always going to need coffee.

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"...I will bring you breakfast. In the meantime, if you go and bathe you will find your wedding dress in the bathroom."

He bows and leaves without another word but the dress - black with a silver snake back made of the most expensive of fabrics, silk and gems. There is no going back from this.

The bathroom is also beautiful. It's done in black marble with a huge shower and a tub with steaming warm water and flower petals across the top. The dress is on hung up and there is jewelry, various emblems of snakes and other devices.

There is also Richard. Wrapped in dark black robe, scales making his scales shine, raising his animal eyes to stare at her and smile.

"...Alex.

...Happy wedding day."

Alex knows there's no going back from this. There hasn't been, not since Tiamat had burned the scales into her skin. Before even, when she had promised Tiamat that she wouldn't leave. She doesn't want to go back from this, even as she stares at the black dress with her lips dropping open. "Wow."

But then there is Richard, and Alex just gives him a rather large grin before she moves forward and presses her lips to his own. "Hello Richard. Happy wedding day."

"I wanted to know what you wanted from a wedding day." he speaks when he pulls away from her kiss, stroking her cheek, "This is your first. I want...to hear what you want. what I can give you. I can give you anything you want Alex."

His eyes are stars.

"We can. But it's me now. IT will be wholly me soon."

"Honestly the only things I want is to marry you and to have a cup of coffee." Alex's grin is wicked, because she's still herself and she's not herself at the same time. It's a very weird and interesting thing, but she doesn't dwell on it too much. Or at all, actually. There are better things to be dwelling on. Like the fact that he's asking her this at all.

"What do I need to know about today? Is there anything that I should be doing or anything like that? Other than showing up in a dress of course. Which is gorgeous."

"I will merge with Tiamat." His voice doesn't hesitate, "We will become one again. My soul split with hers a millennia ago and we will return. When that is done, we will marry and you will drink my blood and ascend to the seat beside me.

Then we will begin the conquest of the planet."

His dragon features are placid, yet filled with fire. He smiles and bares a pair of fangs in doing so before taking her hands, "I would like to see you in that dress."

Something flickers in his gaze. Something panicked.

"I would like to see you. As...As me."

It does say something about how changed Alex is that she doesn't even bat an eyelash at the mention of blood that she's going to need to drink. It's not that Alex is even necessarily skitish about it, or was, but she probably would have made a face before. She doesn't now.

Instead Alex just cups his cheeks gently, her thumbs rubbing across his cheekbones lightly and soothingly as she'd always wanted too when he was having a bad day, or when she was. "Hey," her voice is soft and she just leans up and kisses him. "If you want to see me in it as you, then you definitely should. Will you help me with it?"

Richard leans into her touch before taking her fingers and kissing them. He has always loved helping women dress and undress. She knows him well. It takes him back to Coralee and her dresses but here and now...

With the woman he loves...

"If you'd like. I can do your hair too." He gestures, "Showeringfirst though. There's some great soap stocked by the building."

Alex just smiles, and she nods quickly, her fingers brushing along his hands for a moment before she raises a brow to him. "Are you showering with me?" It's not an idle question, because Alex knows that there's that whole marriage thing later on today, that she's getting ready for, and she doesn't know how far Sumerian cultures extend into what they're supposed to do today.

But Alex has done enough research that she knows that bathing rituals are a part of them.

Richard smiles, standing and shedding his robe. The scales across his body are wider spread in swirls and patterns as he offers her a clawed hand.

"...Did you ever think it would go like this?"

The shower is huge - full of steam and smelling of an exotic fragrance.

"...I'm supposed to bathe you as a matter of fact, before you bathe me."

"Exactly like this?" Alex laughs softly and shakes her head. "No, this is beyond even my bountiful imagination, Richard. I mean, I think it's beyond the imagination of most people." Because honestly, scales and the two of them being dragons? Nope. Too out there even for one rapid conclusion jumper Alex Reagan.

"But you and me? Yeah. Yeah, I did. I mean just given everything, I kind of always thought that we'd end up together. We just... Sort of seemed like we were meant too." Alex gives him a little grin before she kisses him. "And I guess we were."

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