#adrlooks

[princetwo]

⠀⸺⠀𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑒 .

Vincent até cogitou tentar não ofuscar a noiva, mas infelizmente nunca gostou muito de fazer caridade. Sua mera presença já foi um presente e tanto para os dois felizardos. Ele tinha seus motivos pessoais para estar bastante interessado em oferecer o privilégio de sua presença no casamento, a ponto que seu pai nem precisaria ameaçá-lo para que ele comparecesse — mas ele resistiu e protestou mesmo assim só para não perder o costume.

[sylascou]

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑦

# Nessa vibe metade pôster do Kylo Ren e metade Assassin's Creed, 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 veio ao casamento para ser padrinho do Coronel Devet, cuja amizade surgiu inesperadamente após um tentar matar o outro. Quem nunca, né? Depois de descobrirem seus fortes princípios em comum, a facadinha virou coisa pouca e o ódio aos poucos se converteu em camaradagem. O traje foi escolhido com a ajuda da @thclioness numa ida às lojas do alto império de Ânglia, o qual ele pagou chorando por dentro porque é orgulhoso.

[thclioness]

riftborn wedding. brianna yi ⋆·˚

[daviantc]

The ever-enigmatic Davian Wyrmstone, esteemed leader of the scribes, was once again spotted eschewing the customary light hues one might expect at a changeling wedding. Though, to his credit, he did not arrive clad entirely in black—progress, one might say! His ensemble, however, remained dominantly dark, with only the striking addition of deep red embroidery upon his coat to break the monotony. Yet it was not his attire alone that drew murmurs throughout the evening. Known for his usual wit and ever-present smirk, the Wyrmstone appeared notably subdued, his countenance markedly more solemn than the occasion might warrant. Some whispered that he has been seen in far higher spirits at funerals, while others speculated that his brooding demeanor had far less to do with sentiment—and far more to do with the scandalous lack of food at the beginning of it all.

[thesmartass]

riftborn wedding. dahlia marie dufour-lapointe ⋆·˚

[tadhgbarakat]

𝒂𝒍𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒓𝒂𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏 arrives at the 𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Tinha certeza que o noivo não o queria na lista de convidados, e foi exatamente por isso que se esforçou para comparecer–tinha prazer em incomodar. Tal como dita a tradição feérica, Tadhg escolheu trajes de um marrom que remete à terra, e os adornou com ramos de plantas como é de praxe.

[eirikhrafnkel]

the 𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅 arrives at the 𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Eirik não estava no melhor clima para festas, mas o convite não lhe pareceu exatamente opcional. As vestes por ele trajadas tinham detalhes em dourado, para variar, e foram adornadas com as medalhas de navegação recebidas em sua primeira excursão para fora de Aldanrae.

[deirdrecolmain]

Deirdre Colmain, daughter of the esteemed Duke Colmain, proved to be the night’s most unexpected spectacle. While her presence as a bridesmaid should come as no surprise, given her long-standing friendship with the bride, it is impossible to ignore the stark contrast between this scandalous union and the traditional values her family has always championed. A shift in the House Colmain’s stance, or merely an act of youthful defiance? Only time will tell. Yet, it was not only her association with the event that left tongues wagging. The reserved and classically dressed lady shocked all in attendance by abandoning her usual austere and modest attire in favor of a breathtaking gown in an ethereal shade of light blue—a far cry from her customary darker, more somber palette. The gown, a masterpiece of delicate craftsmanship, hugged her figure in a sculptural embrace, its off-the-shoulder neckline a daring departure from her typically demure style. The fabric, shimmering like liquid silk, cascaded in artful waves, the high slit revealing an elegance both bold and unexpected. Complementing this striking ensemble, Deirdre adorned herself with a statement choker of woven silver and glistening sapphires, an opulent display that only added to the whispers of change surrounding her. A matching handpiece, reminiscent of entwined branches cradling a deep blue gem, further cemented the transformation of the once-restrained noblewoman into a vision of ethereal radiance. Could this be a sign of a new era for Lady Deirdre Colmain? Or merely an enchanting anomaly in an otherwise predictable noble landscape? One thing is certain—she has ensured that no one will soon forget her name.