Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170609225054/@comment-28358106-20170612172659

Meanwhile, inside one of the Cathedral's rear chambers, Asja stands in front of a mirror as Aurum fusses over her. She brushes Asja's hair, tucks and folds hems of the beautiful white dress, making sure every stretch of lace is perfect and every pleat unwrinkled, her hands moving with the skill of a practiced seamstress. Asja simply allows her to, not giving any opinions one way or another.

There is a knock at the door. Aurum pauses and goes to open it to see who it is, stepping aside when she sees it's her father. She smiles at him, then at Asja, before stepping out.

"Cire is not with you, is he?" Asja's speaks without turning from the mirror. Thomas folds his hands and walks towards her slowly.

"No, I made sure he didn’t sneak in. Don't worry."

"Good." She looks down and idly adjusting a white satin glove. She pauses and looks back up to her reflection. "It is customary that thebgroom does not see the bride until the ceremony. It is said to bring bad luck if it happens.  I do not want any bad luck.  I wish for this to be a good day."

"Well, I would think so." Thomas' voice is warm as he approaches, stopping short behind her. He wants to reach out and hug her, he wants to hold her hand. But he knows it makes her uneasy, so he refrains.

"You look absolutely beautiful," he says, finally.

"...Thank you." She responds, her voice not its usual flat inflection.