Weddings are a formal occasion, and Viktor looked the part. He'd washed, painstakingly laid down his coat as it dried. Sharp in every way, regal, dignified even. Something about fitting in and looking the part, and he did rather well with it. Viktor's gaze is sharp as he scans the faces of those already gathered, his brother at the helm. Insomnia's population were widely strangers, and he pushes down the discomfort at the notion. He was a guest in their home, Viktor on his best behavior... guard always up.
Quietly, he takes a seat beside Starchild. Acting as a buffer, but leaving her enough space to make her own observation. There should be enough space for all of them, but just in case. Ceremony is important, but it falls well in the purview of his task here. Watch them. Learn them. The customs here could be different, and he'd learn them all.
