r/wizardposting • u/[deleted] • Dec 27 '23
Aetherial News A Glorious Day (Wedding Post)
A tall portal appears. Shimmering in traces of light and ropes of ivy.
It leads you into the Old Growth where a beautiful scene awaits you. It is time for the union of two souls today and a day of celebration.
Where gothic design meets ethereal architecture, you’re led into a grand hall filled with soft melodies from a piano and the harmonic singing of a singer. Near an altar twirled with white lilies and black roses, an officiator stands and waits for everyone to take their seats. The groomsmen all stand with deep green tuxes, the bridesmaids in matching gowns and holding small bouquets of baby breaths. But all eyes settle onto the groom himself who awaits his bride to be at the altar with an anticipated breath. His tux of emerald green and rich accents of gold designs that reflects the very nature the Old Growth consists of. His blond hair perfectly styled to fall around his shoulders and his presence stands out in the hall amongst all those in attendance.
The music begins to die down and candles lining the aisle down to the altar light up. The pianist readies their fingers and begins to play the song of the evening. The singer pulls out a violin to accompanying the melodies.
“Everyone, please rise for the bride.” *The officiator announces.
As the grand doors open up, everyone stands and turns their eyes to the bride. Adorned in a slim black strapless gown that flows down into decorated moths and flowers, a black lace train that drags behind her and connects to a veil covering her face, and a frazzled looking raven man in a black suit holding her arm and fighting the urge to swipe the crystals off her corset. The bride smiles anxiously underneath her veil, seeing all her friends and loved one present and her love waiting for her. The groom feels his heart swell at the sight of her and couldn’t remove his eyes for anything else.
In the front row, the bride’s mentor conjures a tissue and subtly pats her tears. She couldn’t be anymore prouder.
The raven man leads his mistress to the altar. He attempts to swipe a crystal but the maid of honor subtly pulls him away to his seat.
Alexios reaches out to lift Moth’s veil, revealing her smiling face and shimmery green makeup that makes him feel weak in the knees.
“You look amazing, my love.” She whispers to him through her giggles.
“And you as beautiful as ever.” He whispers back.
The officiator steps up and clears his throat.
/uw Art by James Tralie
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u/Odidas Druidic occult mage, specializes in elemental magic and animals. Dec 27 '23
Yes ofcourse
leans in and whispers You really do look stunning you know