xistentia | wedding log

Characters: Aymeric, Era, Estinien, Loki, and whoever the heck else wants to show up
Summary: finally a proper wedding with a party and everything.
Date(s): May 5th
Warnings/Notes: gross smoop

☘ CEREMONY - 3 o'clock

The ceremony itself was small and simple. A few wooden benches in a forest clearing that guests can seat themselves on, the aisle between them covered with a thick white fabric with blue petals scattered over it and thistles placed along its edges.

It was a tradition that bride and groom not see each other before the ceremony and she was more than happy to follow it. Loki had helped her with her make-up and Estinien with her hair while she set her outfit to a glamour plate in preparation. Just outside the clearing was when she changed into her dress, both excited and unspeakably nervous.

When it started, Aymeric was waiting and Era didn't disappoint.

Loki guided her down the aisle toward her husband, where he stood more handsome than ever in a more modern white suit under the floral archway she crafted. Estinien was there by his side, armor conspicuously absent, though so was his scowl.

It was a whirlwind from there. Aymeric's vows were as eloquent as always. Era's were a simple 'I love you'. It suited them both.

They placed their rings on each other's respective fingers for the second time, and then Aymeric scooped her up to kiss her.

From there it was just a matter of moving on to the reception.

☘ RECEPTION - 5 o'clock until ???

The reception is an interesting mix of old fashioned and modern aesthetic, hosted at Mandy's Masquerade. Lit mostly by fairy lights and candles, the colour scheme is predominantly shades of blues and whites. There are no set tables as there were no set number of guests, but the tables and seating have been moved more out of the way to provide ample room for dancing.

Instead there is a buffet of all sorts of foods and no shortage of sweets. There is also, of course, an open bar.

Music is provided by Rosie, as Era trusts her friend's skills as a DJ.

Go nuts, Xistentians.

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[ He's a bundle of nerves all the while before. While he doesn't look it, anyone that knew him could tell. It's there in subtle ways, an anxious pace or tap to his leg when he sits down that's usually otherwise absent.

There isn't really anything to be nervous about, when he thinks about it. It's not as if Era will call it off or anything quite so drastic at the last minute. It isn't fear, honestly, that has him so wound up though. Maybe this is what it's like to be giddy. The man reminisces for a moment about the last time he'd anticipated anything as much. It's been a long, long while.

She was always worth it, every moment, but he feels it extraordinarily so the moment that he sees her walking down the aisle. She's radiant as the sun rising over Coerthas snow hills, more lovely than anything he's ever laid eyes on. It's a remarkable thing, truly, to be able to call his own. To know that it's a sight he'll get to the spend the rest of his days seeing and that it'll never get old.

It does go by in a blur. Though simple, her vows make him smile broader than likely most people in Xistentia - or home - have ever seen. It's perfect, as she is, and he wouldn't have had it any other way. He changes out of his white suit for the reception to something still formal enough but not quite as restricting. After all, ]

I think it's time for the customary first dance, [ he says, extending a hand to her. ] If now is a good time for my wife. [ He enjoys it, more than he thought he would, the titles that they now officially share of husband and wife. It truly didn't feel much different; simultaneously, it felt like everything was new and splendid. ]

[ Era doesn't change out of her wedding dress for the reception, though she does hook the end of her skirts to her wrist with a bracelet of blue lace. It's with that hand that she accepts her husband's offer, silken fabric like a waterfall from their linked hands. She smiles with painted lips, thrilled to hear him call her his wife out loud. Certainly they've called each other husband and wife before - they had been married in that despicable world after all, and Era wasn't going to deny that - but it's... different now.

Her hair is free of the braid Estinien twisted it into earlier in the day, now curling even more than usual around the naked expanse of her collarbone. Era had taken it to heart when Aymeric told her he preferred her hair long, and while having it twisted into a surprisingly complicated style courtesy of their friend for the ceremony... It felt right to have it loose for the reception.

She tugs on one of Aymeric's suspenders, using it to drag him closer to her then letting it go with an elastic snap that elicits a choke of laughter from her.

Dancing is one of the very, very few things in Era's life that she's enjoyed for the sake of enjoying. While there are ways it benefits her in combat, that isn't the reason why she learns whatever new dances she comes across out in the world. She likes doing something beautiful and harmless with her body sometimes. Just existing and moving to the beat of her own heart, or the melody of a bard's song.

She and Aymeric had no need to practice dancing together. Both were skilled dancers, and it wasn't uncommon for one of them to pull the other into a quick dance in their shared home. This is different though - this is their first dance as a true husband and wife, and Era finds herself eagerly awaiting it. ]

[ This is a much more markable occasion. While their marriage in Panultima hadn't been any less valid, even he recognized the circumstances were not ideal. It was a union born of necessity more than anything else. And while he wouldn't change the decision, he's glad for this opportunity to make their wedding more... meaningful.

He does think she looks lovely with hair let loose. He's also happy to see her enjoying herself in other ways, too. The snap of his suspenders draws a chuckle from him as well. It's been a process integrating into
life on Xistentia. The fashion had been a bit difficult to adjust to in some ways, but- He liked this sort of outfit well enough. Much more practical and still comfortable.

When he leads her out onto the dance floor, the music shifts to something a bit slower. Intimate. Rosie glances up and gives a thumbs up to the happy couple from behind the music booth, registering the need for a change in atmosphere. But she's back at it right away, making sure this song goes off without a hitch.

They don't need to practice. It comes as naturally as it always had but certainly feels a bit more performative than their spontaneous at home dance sessions. The man can feel all eyes on them but it doesn't make him nervous; if anything, it excites him further. A dance with his wife and everyone here knows. ]

Has everything met your expectations, I hope? [ It might be their days but, really, he'd be happiest to know that she had the day of her life. ]

[ As much as Era enjoys Aymeric in his full regalia; a vision in blue and gold, she has found she prefers him in the more 'modern' attire of Xistentia. It's comfortable, practical, and fits him in a way that Ishgardian noble wear never did. They show off the strength he understates so frequently; shoulders broad from years of swinging a sword that likely weighs more than she does. Tapered waist, sturdy forearms, slim legs, and a behind that Era is quite happy to admire while he bustles around their home.

He is beautiful, and Era likes how easy his new wardrobe makes it for all to see. ]

I am your wife, dear husband. [ She's smiling as she allows Aymeric to lead the dance. Those words combined with how she practically glows with happiness should be answer enough for him. ] Though I hope the Lord Commander will forgive me for remaining Lieutenant Ra rather than becoming his Lady de Borel.

[ It's obvious she's joking, because she knows Aymeric couldn't care less about such things. Even if he might enjoy her introducing herself as Lady Era de Borel once in a blue moon. ]

[ He likes it, too, the way that looser fitter fabrics flow delicately against scaled skin. He likes it especially when it's a new shirt of his that practically dwarves her; apparently, that was fairly common in modern times but was nothing he anticipated to experience for himself. He's glad he's gotten the chance to.

For all the ways he misses he's home, he's grateful to Xistentia for this chance to be together in a way that they likely couldn't have back home. ]

Of course, [ he says to that, humor upturning his lips. ] It might be confusing besides, everyone knowing you a certain way and that to suddenly change.

[ While he enjoys the idea of everyone across every realm knowing that she's his wife, well. He's not about to ask her to change her title since he knows that her name is just as important to her as anything else. What is a woman without her name, after all? ]

[ Era moves in closer, resting her head against the middle of Aymeric's torso. She sighs, content, and smiles into the linen of his dress shirt. ]

Lord Commander Ra.

[ For all that it's said in jest it has a nice ring to it, even if she can't imagine Aymeric as anything other than a Borel. For all that Era still doesn't understand why he loves her so... Era is selfish enough to accept it; clutch his love close to her chest. For people to be aware of her claim on him would be nice, but. Well. That is not how life goes.

She really wouldn't mind it though, taking Aymeric's name someday and being Era de Borel. For as much as she loves the name she gave herself... Being given a name would hold more meaning for her. But her identity is solidified as Era Ra, and so Era Ra she shall stay for as long as she needs. Though perhaps Era Ra de Borel would be an acceptable compromise. ]

My Lord Commander.

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