#i was going to add a heel cap out of my bodice fabric but i fucking FORGOR

[discountalien-pancake]

Things that can be done by hand: assembling these slippers. I would highly recommend using something to protect your fingers from the thread though. Much like with hand-sewn eyelets, much tensioning is required, and it really does a number on my pinky finger. I used a heavy 30wt silk thread for all of the utility stitching.

Tomorrow i will stitch the vamp insert and heel extension for the other slipper. Hopefully I have enough time to get started on the soles as well. For those, I’m using some goat suede leftover from a bookbinding project from years ago. It can be purchased very affordably from Pergamena. I’m using the thinner weight because it’s what I have on hand, but the heavier stuff might be better for a more durable sole. (It’s also the perfect material for binding stays)

#pancake makes cinderella slippers #i was going to add a heel cap out of my bodice fabric but i fucking FORGOR #and i cannot be assed to redo this stitching #so i guess there won’t be any pretty silk on these slippers #in the eternal words of myth: #the dress always matches the slippers and the slippers are glass and glass is green. therefore the dress is green #in this case i can’t actually make my slippers out of glass so i compensated with beading

[shyvioletcat]

"Look at me and say it again." for Striking Matches!

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Aelin’s stomach fluttered as she sat in front of the vanity table, her fingers brushing over the hair comb in front of her. It was an Ashryver heirloom made of silver flowers and vines, accented with clear sparkling gems and pearls. The hair stylist was finishing off her hair, it was swept into a romantic chignon bun with locks of hair artistically pulled loose and curled. Aelin’s make-up was already done and as the hair stylist placed the comb in her hair under the direction of her mother, all that was left now was the dress.

It was hanging on the curtain rail by the window and Aelin could see it in the reflection of the mirror. It was a beautiful thing, layers of sheer organza made up the skirt and a floral lace appliqué lead up to the bodice like stray vines. The demure cap sleeves were set off by the plunging V that stopped just as it reached her stomach. That wasn’t her favourite detail though, nor was it the daring split she had begged the designer to add. It was the back. While the lace on the front of the bodice was lined, where it crept over her shoulders wasn’t and left sheer gaps between the floral patterns of the lace. The sleeves met across her shoulders blades, but only there, leaving the entirety of her back exposed, down to the dip of the small of her back. It had her smiling thinking how much Rowan would hopefully love it all.

“There, all done,” the hairstylist said as she stepped away.

Aelin looked up at herself in the mirror, her face detailed by soft make-up, her hair done perfectly. She looked stunning. She thanked the hair stylist, twice, for her wonderful work. Asterin snapped a few candid shots, like she had been doing all morning as one of the photographers hired for the big event. Sorrel had been with Rowan and his groomsmen at their apartment this morning, but was now likely out where the ceremony would be taking place. Very soon.

“Fireheart, you look beautiful,” Evalin gushed, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

Aelin pointed a finger at her mother’s reflection. “Don’t you dare cry. You’ll ruin your make-up,” she scolded even though she could feel her own emotions rising.

Her mother let out a shaky laugh and nodded and Lysandra appeared, tissue in hand. Evalin took it with a soft thank you a dapped at her eyes. While all that occurred the hair stylist had packed up her things and Elide walked her out.

“Ready for the dress?” Lysandra asked.

Aelin nodded and Lysandra grinned and turned around to get it down from where it hung. As she did that Elide grabbed their bridesmaid dresses, still in their garment bags.

“We’ll get changed in the other rooms,” Elide said, then she went to the door and called down the hallway, “Evs, time to get dressed!”

Running footsteps sounded and then Evangeline appeared in the doorway, hair and make-up done but still dressed in her pyjamas. Aelin and her bridal party had stayed here last night. The ceremony and reception were being held on the same property that was nestled near the very edge of the Oakwald Forrest. They had chosen a spot right amongst the trees for the ceremony and the reception was going to be held in a large renovated barn, that was more of a hall. It was all very rustic, but still very chic. There was even a large old, but well maintained, house where Aelin had stayed and where her and Rowan would spend the wedding night. Unsurprisingly no one had opted to stay as well, despite the extra rooms.

“Lys, Aedion needs help getting Rue dressed. He refuses to put on pants,” Evangeline said.

Lysandra rolled her eyes at the plight of her fiancé and mischievous ways of her son. “He had one job,” she added with a smile as she walked out, Elide, Asterin and Evalin on her heels.

Evalin stood in the room a moment longer and said, “I’ll be right outside if you need any help.”

“Thanks, Mum,” Aelin said from where she sat turned in the chair.

The door clicked shut and the room was silent. With a single steadying breath Aelin stood and walked over to the bed. She looked down at her dress, ran her hands over it. It was unbelievably soft and so beautiful. She knew it was the one from the moment that she saw it. Those butterflies rose again, Aelin didnt have a reason to be nervous. She and Rowan, they were meant to be, she had never been more sure of anything in her life. But she was nervous and excited to be marrying the man she loved with her whole heart.

Aelin slipped off the robe she had been wearing and found her way into her dress through the layers of the skirt. It slipped over her head, her arms protecting her hair, and down her body. She put her arms through the sleeves and pulled the hidden zipper, once done up it was lost in the fabric of the skirt. The only thing she couldn’t do was the clasp across her shoulder blades. She walked to the door, the fabric hissing softly as she moved, poking her head out Aelin found her mother waiting.

“Can you help me?” Aelin asked. Evalin nodded and followed Aelin back into the room. Asterin was nowhere to be seen, probably getting some pictures of the girls as they got ready. Aelin stood in front of the full-length mirror to take in the whole picture and Evalin quickly did up the back of her dress, then she went to get the shoes that had been left under where the dress had been hanging. They were a brushed suede in a classic style. The heel was a sensible height and thick, Aelin had no desire to sink into the dirt at any point throughout the day.

There was a gasp from the doorway and Aelin saw that her bridesmaids had returned. Elide and Lysandra wore dresses of matching emerald green, made up of the same tulle and lace appliqués, the only difference being that Lysandra’s dress was cap sleeved while Elide’s went just past her elbows. Evangeline wore a silver dress, tulle skirt with a lace top that matched the lace of the other two. At 13 years old she’d insisted she was a flower maid instead of a flower girl and as she thought junior bridesmaid was a ridiculous thing to be, so she had made up her own position. Aelin had consented to anything she wanted, as long as she was happy to be in the bridal party.

A deep laugh followed by a the sound of a cooing baby came from the hallway, then there was a knock on the door. “Everyone decent?”

“Yes, Aedion,” Aelin called.

Aedion walked into the bedroom, Rueben held facing outwards. Aedion let out a low whistle as he took everyone in. Rue scanned the room as well and as soon as he saw his mother he started wiggling his limbs excitedly.

“Well doesn’t he look dapper,” Evalin said as they all took in his little outfit of pants, shirt, bow tie and suspenders. The suspenders and bow tie matched the green of the bridesmaid dresses as did the regular tie Aedion wore, but he was dressed in dark grey slacks and vest, same as the groomsmen. Except he would be on Aelin’s side, not Rowan’s, as the Man of honour.

“Think I heard your Dad come in downstairs, you ready?” Aedion asked.

Aelin blew out a heavy breath, her hands resting on her stomach as if she could settle those butterflies. “Yep.”

Aelin started moving towards the door when her mother cleared her throat. Turning around she saw her shoes dangling from Evalin’s hand. Aelin looked at her feet and back up as everyone laughed.

“Oh.”

Lysandra took them and Aelin used Elide’s shoulder to steady herself as Lysandra did them up. “Now you’re ready,” Lysandra said as she stood.

Evangeline led the procession out of the room, Evalin linking arms with her daughter. Elide disappeared down the stairs to the kitchen, no doubt to retrieve the bouquets from the fridge. Then Rhoe was there his eyes going wide, full of happiness and pride. Aelin willed away her tears as she saw the raw emotion on her father’s face. She used the rail to keep her steady and she walked down, her cheeks were starting to hurt with how hard she was smiling.

“You look amazing,” Rhoe said as he hugged her.

“Thank you,” Aelin said.

“Don’t you dare change you mind and break Rowan’s heart, I don’t think I can be your friend if you do,” Rhoe said and Aelin couldn’t help but laugh.

“I don’t think that’s how that speech is meant to go, Dad,” Aelin said.

Rhoe shrugged. “He might be my favourite child, I’m sorry to say.”

Aelin swatted at her father’s arm playfully as he laughed. “He’s not your son. Yet. Maybe 20 minutes, then you can decide who’s your favourite.”

“I’ll go see if they’re ready,” Evalin said left through the back door.

Elide was handing them their bouquets, everyone smiling. Evangeline was entertaining Rue who was still in Aedion’s arms. He cooed and gurgled at her as she played peekaboo behind her bouquet of white flowers and foliage. The other bouquets were near identical, except for Aelin’s which had single blooms of kingsflame in amongst the the white and green. Aelin took her bouquet now, the wrapped stems still cool from the fridge.

Evalin reappeared, a wide smile on her face. “We’re all ready when you are. Just let me get back to my seat, if you can.”

Lysandra let out a excited noise and she flittered around Aelin, making sure everything was as it should be. Her eyes focused on Aelin’s head and she squinted. Aelin was about to ask her what the problem was when Lysandra reached up and plucked a hair from her head.

Aelin flinched away and had to force herself not to rub her head. “What the hell?”

“It was just the one hair, sticking straight up. I couldn’t leave it,” Lysandra explained, and she gave Aelin another once over. “Rowan is going to die.”

“That’s fair,” Aelin concurred. Aelin took in a deep breath. “I’m ready. Wait, the rings.”

“Right here,” Aedion said as he pulled out a wooden box from his pocket and handed it to Rue, who immediately started chewing on it. Aelin was glad they’d chosen a box with a latch for this exact reason.

Aelin linked her arm with her father as Elide held open the door that led out to the walled courtyard that would hide her from view until she started the walk down the isle. The house had been built quite close to the edge of the forrest, conveniently near to the spot they had chosen for the ceremony. Aelin stood on the gravel path and Lysandra handed her bouquet to Elide so she could fluff out the train of the dress one last time.

Aedion ducked his head around the corner and gave a thumbs up to Sartaq who was playing his guitar to provide the music. After Nesryn had mentioned her boyfriends hidden talent Aelin had begged him to play for her. He was good, really good. So then she had then begged him to play for the ceremony and he had kindly agreed.

He played a slow acoustic version of the song they had chosen and Aedion walked out. Then Evangeline, then Elide. Lysandra straightened her back and tossed her hair over her shoulde as she gave Aelin a smile.

“Don’t trip.”

Lysandra was gone before Aelin could spit out a most likely crass reply, the look on her face had her father laughing. But he was quietly serious when he said, “I won’t let you fall, I promise. Ready?”

“Ready.”

It took all off two steps for Aelin to gain her rhythm, her father a steadying force beside her. Just as he had always been. They stepped around the wall and the setup for the ceremony came into view. It was just as Aelin had imagined it would be.

On either side of the isle rows of white chairs were filled with friends and family. In amongst the trunks of the trees there was a wooden platform, an arch made with thick wood planks marked her destination. It was decorated with white flowers, foliage, dried winding vines, and a few kingsflame flowers as well to match her bouquet. It was all like a picture from a fairytale.

Aelin saw Aedion reach the end of the isle and passed Rue to Evalin, who kissed his chubby cheeks before passing him to his grandmother. The crowd laughed as Aedion took out his pocket square and wiped down the ring box as he took his spot on the platform. Evangeline was close behind him, leaving space for Elide and Lysandra between her and Aedion. Elide took her place next, then a few moments later Lysandra did the same. Now it was well and truly Aelin’s turn.

The guests stood, all of them turning to see Aelin and her father walking towards the arch. By now Aelin couldn’t help herself, she looked to where Rowan stood, his back still to her. Fenrys, Connall and Lorcan stood beside him as his groomsmen. That last one had been a controversial decision but Aelin had needed him to make up the numbers. Rowan may not have been, but Fenrys was looking at her his face split into a wide grin as he gave her a sly thumbs up. Then he was leaning forward whispering to Rowan.

It was then he turned and the rest of the world fell away.

The sight of him knocked the air from Aelin’s lungs and she was relieved that her father was there beside her, keeping her steady. He looked devastatingly handsome in his dark grey suit and emerald green tie that set off his eyes. The whole ensemble fit him perfectly. But it wasn’t his well cut suit that had Aelin’s eyes misting with tears. It was the look on his face — the gentle smile on his lips, the way his eyes softened as he looked her over and then settled on her own eyes. It was the way he took a shuddering breath, his tattooed hand wiping at his eye as tears threatened to spill over his cheek, but still his gaze never left her, not for one moment. That gaze held so much love, it had Aelin’s soul feeling as though it might catch fire and she might burn up from the inside.

Rowan stepped forward with a hand held out to her, Aelin pulled her gaze away from Rowan for one moment to smile at her father as he kissed her on the cheek before letting her go. Then Aelin was taking Rowan’s hand and he held tight as she stepped up the single step, her leg peeking through the split. She definitely didn’t miss how Rowan’s eyes had darted down and how his smile was tinged with something a little more wicked now.

They centred themselves under the arch and Rowan’s uncle Ellys stepped forward to officiate the ceremony. Aelin barely heard anything he was saying. Ellys welcomed the the guests, said something meaningful about marriage that must have been funny as well because the rest of the guests laughed, but all her focus was on the man in front of her. The man she was about to marry. A stray tear slipped from her eye and Rowan wiped it away almost immediately, saving her from ruining make-up. She could have loved him just for that.

“The rings?”

Aedion stepped up and gave them to Rowan’s uncle who placed them on the leather bound book he used for his notes. He opened the box and both she and Rowan looked over. Aelin’s band was a made to fit as a set with her engagement ring, the band looking as though it weaved over itself, set with diamonds. Rowan’s was a solid gold band with a single ruby set in it. They were beautiful, and caught the soft light filtering through the trees.

“Rowan,” Ellys said.

Rowan’s smile faltered for just a single heartbeat as he reached for the ring and he cleared his throat. Aelin felt her heart flip at the emotions he wasn’t even attempting to hide.

“Aelin, my Fireheart. I love you. There is no limit to what I can give to you, no time I need. Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you. Anything we face in this world we face together. To whatever end.”

Rowan pushed the band onto Aelin’s finger, her own breath shaking as she felt the truth behind every word Rowan had spoken. It was as if he had breathed the words into her very soul and Aelin felt the pretty speech she had planned float away on the wind as her. So she let it as she picked up Rowan’s ring from where it was nestled in the box, letting her words come from her burning soul Rowan loved so much.

She looked into his green eyes where she saw such hope and quiet joy. Eyes she loved, just as she loved every other part of Rowan, body and soul.

“I love you, Rowan. You are mine, and I am yours,“ she said as she slipped the ring onto his finger. “And you love me.” Aelin’s voice broke completely and it took her a moment to gather herself to utter the last three words of her vows. “To whatever end.”

“To whatever end,” Rowan said quietly. He was smiling and Aelin smiled right back.

“I now pronounce you man and wife!”

They didn’t wait to be told. Aelin threw her arms around Rowan’s neck and he caught her as their lips met. Once again the world fell away and they were the only two that mattered as cheering erupted around them. When they broke apart they were grinning at each other.

“I love you so much, Rowan.”

“I love you too,” Rowan whispered onto her lips before kissing her again.

~~~~~

The day had been perfect. After the ceremony the bridal party had explored the grounds for photos, and then it had just been the two of them with Asterin for a while as the rest of the wedding guest mingled in the barn.

Rowan had barely been able to take his eyes of his wife the whole day. When he had turned around and saw her walking down the isle towards him his heart had stopped dead in his chest. Aelin looked stunning. Her dress fit her perfectly, it was the perfect choice. He couldnt have imagined a better dress for her. It seemed she thought he looked just as good and it had led to some very... passionate embraces while the photos were being taken, much to everyone’s apparently good natured disgust. Rowan had even seen Lorcan crack a smile at one point.

After everything, the photos, the food, the speeches, the cake, they were now sharing their first dance. Aelin’s hand rested in his and his other hand rested on the on the small of her back as they danced, his thumb brushing against the bare skin her found there. For a while they only danced, content to be holding each other.

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close?

Forever, forever

“So what do you think of my dress?” Aelin asked, her turquoise eyes dancing with mischief. She had already asked him this question multiple times today. Rowan chuckled, he was having trouble coming up with new answers as to exactly why he loved it.

“It’s perfect,” Rowan said simply, spinning Aelin so that it fanned out, like something from a fairytale.

“Not too princessy? That was my main concern,” Aelin told him.

“I would say it’s the perfect amount of princess,” Rowan said as he brought her in close again. “Besides, theres a few things about it definitely bring down the princess factor by few levels.”

“Oh?” Aelin asked coyly. She knew exactly what he was talking about.

His hand brushed up her bare back, making her shiver. “Well there’s this,” Rowan explained, then he twirled her fast, her skirts tangling and exposing her leg through the slit. “And there’s that,” Rowan added with a smile of his own.

When they had been taking photos Rowan had dipped Aelin for a shot out in the forest. His hand had travelled dangerously high. Aedion’s exclamation from witnessing such impropriety had Aelin tipping her head back and cackling. Rowan couldn’t wait to see how that one turned out.

We would sit on the stoop

I'll sing love songs to you when we're eighty

See, I finally got you now, honey, I won't let you fall

“I love it when you sing to me,” Aelin said almost wistfully then she gave him a dazzling smile and added, “husband.”

Rowan loved the way she said that word. Husband. It had him grinning, “Lucky for you I plan to please my wife the best I can. In every way.” The low timbre of his voice and his implied promise had a beautiful blush blooming on her cheeks.

As the music built and they moved faster, Rowan really showing off his skills and he led Aelin through the steps. Their movements were a question and an answer to each other, it must have been a sight because cheers and whistling sounded around them.

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

Look in my eyes, they will tell you the truth

The girl in my story has always been you

I'd go down with the Titanic, it's true, for you, lover

Luckily Aelin’s train had been expertly hemmed up by Lysandra, using some magic Rowan didn’t understand, so it was out of the way as spun and dipped and twirled his wife. She was breathless when he pulled her up from a low dip and sang along to the next line of the song.

And you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

Aelin tipped her head back and laughed at that. “Oh, I plan to, dearest husband.”

“Look at me and say it again,” Rowan said quietly.

Aelin didn’t feign ignorance as he expected her to playfully do, she only looked into his eyes and said exactly what he wanted to hear. “I love you, my dearest husband.”

The song came to its crescendo, and they were spinning again. And when it came to an end they stopped perfectly in time with the music.

Rowan said to her, a quiet reverence in his voice, “And I love you, my beautiful wife.”

A tear slipped from Aelin’s eye and she didn’t bother to wipe it away. Instead she threw her arms around him and kissed him.

~~~~~

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