12 from the pride prompts?
12. Write about your OC going to a wedding
I'm sorry this is so late! Moving has really taken its toll on me!
Zig fidgeted, adjusting his bodice for the millionth time. His brother laughed and readjusted it for him, batting Zig's hands away as they fluttered uselessly at the waist of his gown.
"Its not too late for me to switch to the pants..."
"No, not," Tripp agreed, straightening one of the corest's loops. "Do you want to?"
"I--"
The words died half formed on his lips, thoughts whirling too fast to follow. His nails made soft shooshing sounds against the satin of his full skirts.
"Its your wedding day," Tripp said calmly, crouching to check the ties at the hem of Zig's dress. "You can wear pants any day of the week. How often do you get to drag around a beaded train?"
Zig looked over his shoulder, the seed pearls winking and laughing in the light.
"True..."
"And besides," Tripp continued, "Jules would never forgive you if you didnt show her up. Then shed be the one everyone coos over."
"True."
Zig felt the lip stain stick as his smile spread. Iced berry pink. The perfect compliment to his lightning blue eyes.
Tripp stood, pulling his own iced berry cummerbund back into place.
"You look beautiful, bro. Enjoy it."
Zig blinked rapidly, beaming down at his brother. He stepped down off the step stool and reached for a kleenex.
"I swear to God, if you make my mascara run I'm never going to forgive you."