"This won't work." Hyemi hums softly, more to herself than anyone else. She lays a hand on her cheek, head tiled to the side- a perfect display of befuddlement as she takes in her husband-to-be. After a beat she straightens her posture, beaming an apologetic smile.

"I admire your musical aptitude- something I lack myself," she laughs "but I'm afraid my political duties and the life it requires would be too constricting for you."

"I'm not quite sure how we got here." Hyemi admits "A-Ah, not that I'm regretful! But, this union wouldn't be be fair to you."

Colette was silent for a bit, unable to take her eyes off of the woman that she was to wed. There was no denying that Hyemi was lovely in every sense of the word; if she was being honest, it would almost be intimidating if the woman didn't have such a gentle and warm expression. Even still, the doll couldn't help but be a little worried.

"I would like to apologize to you for any inconvenience that this may have caused, but...I do not believe that I am fight for someone who is supposed to be a Queen." She looked down at the hem of her wedding dress, trying to avoid meeting Hyemi's gaze out of embarrassment. "I am...not the best in social situations, and I believe that I would only be a burden onto you and your people. My deepest apologies again, but I cannot do that to you."

"Marriage? Right now? Is this serious?" Jeremiah asked, more to himself than anything else. He took in the blonde woman before him with widened eyes, gaze wandering over her doll-like proportions paired with her white dress. Realizing the situation, a bright and joyful (if fanged) smile split across his face. "And to such a darling lady! Why, I'd be more than happy to be married to you! How lucky am I! Whoever set this up is marvelous!" He seemed to be genuinely overjoyed, but all of a sudden he paused. He quickly curbed his excitement and placed his hands behind his back. His tone was much softer. "I-I mean, if that's what you want. Given the circumstances I would assume so, but, ah...you never know. Especially, um...knowing my nature." He smiled again. "But if it is what you want then I'd be more than happy to oblige! You're very beautiful, I've always wanted to do something like this!"

"Akakaka! Very funny, mister. I'm not marrying an old man." They were two completely different people, or, things, rather. He seemed bent on doing things in the name or his 'Lord', and being pure although the scary, demon stature. She wasn't fond of that scary look either. "I would never marry you!"

In order to further ridicule the man, she got to her toes and prodded at his ears, his beard, his horns-- "I don't know who or what decided that we were going to be together forever, but I hate this! I hate it so much! Gross!"

"This won't work for so many reasons." Already with a rest bitching face, Jess was speaking with such a tired voice. Just the sight of Little Tam made him feel already exhausted. 

"First of all, the only way I'm straight is straight to hell. Which means, I'm not into girls, although you do look cute more  than other girls, yay to you. Second, you are... Too childish. And you are like, one year older than me. I just think we need to join forces to, you know, make this marriage not happen. Cause' I'm sure you don't want this either. No one would. Being forced to marry almost never ends in a good relationship, am I right?"

Straightening his white smoking he watched with a raised eyebrow Jess.

"So, from what I assume I have to marry you... nothing against it really" he said with tiredness in his voice as he pulled a bit his tie to breath better.

"However, I don't think I'm ready to marry someone. Especially if it's forced, but man , if you don't interfere with my music and don't bother me I think that we could come up with some sort of an accordance." He added as his eyelids dropped a little.

"I don't really stand sassy people but if you keep doing your shit leaving me alone I'm sure everything will be fine so.." he put an hand on his shoulder watching from his high height the little man.

"Let's just stick togheter until I find out whoever did arrange this fucked up marriage and beat him to a pulp. The names is Adrien by the way"

"Marriage? Human culture?" She rolls her eyes. "Do you realize how odd this arrangement seems?" She sits down, pouting. "Fine, whatever, but you can't stop me from running away can you?" She threatens to crush him with her massive hand. "I will flatten you. I will break you." She balls up her hand into a fist. "I will vaporize you, I will tear you apart!" She yells in anger, she does not want anything to do with this. "Maudi? Is that your name?" She snarls in anger. "Maudi..."

❛❛Jesus fucking christ, pardon the language but holy shit you're tall. How the hell could I marry someone like you? No offence intended of course, but mate. For real here. Who's bright idea was this? This's gotta be a prank, yeah?❜❜ He looks around as though he were looking for the one who set up this whole ridiculous marriage, ❛❛You look like you'd tear me apart without remorse. Are you even real? There's no way... yeah, no way.❜❜

Trying to make light of the situation and wear his anxieties down a bit, he let out an awkward chuckle. ❛❛Besides, how can I marry ya if I can't even reach ya face to kiss it to make the whole damn thing official?❜❜

"What? Are you payin' me? I'll marry yah if yah pay me but if yah not payin' me, then I'm havin' one of my dogs eat this ring." Hawthorne takes a step back and looks at Maverick "Yah look mighty hot though. I can tell ya that. Like the hair."

Hawthorne leans over Maverick "Well, I can be happy with yer looks. Though if ya don't mind machine oil everywhere and me bein' arrested 95/7. Let the songs carry on! Bring the flowers!"

Shane admired Eris for a moment, then blinks out of his thoughts, "Wait, marriage? You have to be kidding me. I uh.... I'm a priest... I kind of can't. I mean it doesn't stop me from having fun secretly... But... Wait, why is this happening? Did my father put you up to this?" His eyes flash red in annoyance. He shakes his head, then looks at Eris and cools his anger, "Sorry... Didn't mean to lose it... I'm not mad at you. I really wouldn't mind, you are actually my type... That is if you don't mind a demon priest..."