The hall has turned out beautifully; white church candles line the makeshift aisle and there’s just the right amount of light for everyone to see clearly. If anything, Bel has gone overboard with the flowers; white roses adorn the large archway where the altar stands, winding around it, and similar displays are on every surface. It’s a fairytale wedding, perhaps in the more traditional sense of the world -- a beautiful and wondrous atmosphere with a slight edge of danger, of tension.
Bel herself is in the back room at the moment with her bridesmaid, applying the finishing touches to her eyeliner, her hand almost trembling with anticipation. She's still not entirely finished adjusting her dress and veils, but her hair is tumbling in long yellow ringlets and she's practised walking in the stupidly high shoes enough to trust herself not to fall.
The doors are open, people free to enter and congregate. Instead of pews as one would find in a church, there are white-clothed tables with a light wooden stool for each invited guest. The bar is setting up to one side, and it seems like preparations are still underway, even as it turns to fifteen minutes before the event itself. This is the day they’ve been preparing for for weeks on end, and now everything should come together as intended. One can only hope.
(ooc: it's wedding tiems~ there's no posting order; threadhop and jack and backtag all over the place. after the ceremony there'll be a huge party with lots of booze for drunken shenanigans. have fun!)
Belphegor (prince of Sloth)
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