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Mar. 8th, 2024 08:08 pmThe black silk cloak was unfurled, ruby dragons stretching their wings and long necks. From where Maegelle stood, watching as the maids unfolded it, they seemed more like snakes than dragons. Twisted, vicious, malformed. Jaws filled with gems for teeth closing around each other. In the mirror, she saw the delicate bride in ivory lace and silver samite engulfed by it. It descended heavily around her shoulders, like the embrace of a funeral shroud.
All the court and guests were in attendance at the Grand Sept on top of Visenya’s Hill. Inside the carved wooden box that was the wheelhouse, Maegelle sat alone. Her white kidskin gloves creaked softly as she laced her fingers over her knees, to stop them from trembling.
Something about using funeral imagery during a wedding scene... I did not plan for it but really dig it. Plus I'm also listening to HIM's cover of Don't Fear The Reaper while working on it... very fitting
