[Just the thought of it brings a smile to Astarion's face, his hand squeezing Gale's in return as they tread the familiar pathway up to Morena's doorstep. The recent days and flurry of activity leading up to the wedding has only served to foster Astarion's implicit trust in everything and anything Morena Dekarios does. The two of them have shared many late nights poring over embroidery and debating the drape and silhouette of various outfits and quickly bonded over their desire to have perfection in every aspect of the celebration.
So it only feels natural to simply see himself in once they make it to the doorway. Astarion pushes the door open with a flourish, announcing his arrival only to be stopped partway through by what he finds within.]
My darling Morena, you have summoned us and we are here at your—oh? What's this?
[There, on a table just within the entryway sits an exquisite floral arrangement: sprigs of lavender, a spray of aster flowers, and in the center of it, a bundle of faintly glowing blueshine. But as quickly as Astarion's eyes are caught by the flowers, they move just beyond to the figure standing in the entryway.
Before the two of them stands an older half-elf, her silvery curls bound up into a loose bun at the nape of her neck, bright blue eyes taking in the two men standing before her. There's a beat, a fraction of a breath when her eyes meet Astarion's and narrow, something passing behind them before she offers a polite smile in greeting.]
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[Just the thought of it brings a smile to Astarion's face, his hand squeezing Gale's in return as they tread the familiar pathway up to Morena's doorstep. The recent days and flurry of activity leading up to the wedding has only served to foster Astarion's implicit trust in everything and anything Morena Dekarios does. The two of them have shared many late nights poring over embroidery and debating the drape and silhouette of various outfits and quickly bonded over their desire to have perfection in every aspect of the celebration.
So it only feels natural to simply see himself in once they make it to the doorway. Astarion pushes the door open with a flourish, announcing his arrival only to be stopped partway through by what he finds within.]
My darling Morena, you have summoned us and we are here at your—oh? What's this?
[There, on a table just within the entryway sits an exquisite floral arrangement: sprigs of lavender, a spray of aster flowers, and in the center of it, a bundle of faintly glowing blueshine. But as quickly as Astarion's eyes are caught by the flowers, they move just beyond to the figure standing in the entryway.
Before the two of them stands an older half-elf, her silvery curls bound up into a loose bun at the nape of her neck, bright blue eyes taking in the two men standing before her. There's a beat, a fraction of a breath when her eyes meet Astarion's and narrow, something passing behind them before she offers a polite smile in greeting.]
Ah, you must be the happy couple.