OH HOLD MY HAND MY DEAR I THINK I MIGHT WEEP ༻❁༺ wedding

I ALWAYS THOUGHT I MIGHT BE BAD-
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack

Holy shit, Byriath was not ready for this. Don't get him wrong, he was fucking ecstatic about finally marrying Saturn, but he was not prepared for the wedding mentally. He was extremely thankful for Jasper's assistance in the entire event, and would definitely give the fae a hearty gift for everything the other had done. He'd never hosted or even was part of any wedding before now, but he knew he had to help somewhat.

What he did to help? He grew the flowers necessary, and helped make the flower wreathes that would decorate the venue. And he spent a few restless nights trying to mentally prepare himself. Helping himself stay calm would help others, no doubt about it.

The day of the wedding, Byriath was getting into his attire - compared to what Saturn had probably chose to wear, he could have been considered Underdressed. But the shiny purple cloak with the white shirt underneath, golden cuffs on his wrists and small golden necklace around his neck were more than enough for him. A hearty and yet weary sigh escaped his lips, and he tries to flatten down some of his mane. "Of all the days to have a bad hair day." He grumbled, looking to his helpers. "Isn't that something."

- NOW I'M SURE THAT IT'S TRUE.
Coalition of The Condemned. -- Xenosmilus. -- Guru

credit @/teef