- Messages
- 967
- OOC First Name
- Anna
- Blood Status
- Unknown
- Relationship Status
- Engaged
- Sexual Orientation
- Homosexual
- Wand
- Straight 12 Inch Flexible Ash Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 35
Planning his own wedding while in the midst of continuing the search for his biological father felt like stepping between two different worlds. One world where he was emotionally drained, with a pit of worry and dread in his chest that they would find his father and similarly like the meeting with his mother, he would leave with a broken heart, and the other a world where he was with the love of his life and planning to spend of course, the rest of his life with him. The back and forth had almost given Archie whiplash, although it was never long after returning to the world of wedding planning before he felt his worries dissolve into a sense of love and happiness, and in that sense of love and happiness was where he found himself that day as he and Asher browsed through a large flower shop, taking in the sights and smells of each flower and considering how they paired together in colour and size so they could decide on the florals for their wedding.
Archie had taken a petal or two from each of the flowers they liked, placing them in the basket hanging from his arm so he could add them to their mood board later. They had decided in some way they wanted roses, however predictably he was spoiled by choice as there was a seemingly infinite selection of roses, in colour and size and price. If browsing the flowers and smelling so many of them wasn't so fun, Archie would have found himself in a similar amount of indecisiveness and confusion as he did whenever he continued the search for his father, but thankfully he was able to focus on what made him happy and retain his feelings of contentedness as he walked alongside Asher. "I like all of them, but there are too many pink ones to choose." Archie's mood board had shades of dusty pink, cream and white to pair with dark mauve and black, a colour combination of his and Asher's aesthetics. The issue was, 'dusty pink' was a vague image of a colour that could appear in so many forms, almost too many for that flower shop alone. "I don't know if I want it to be more salmon or more purple." Archie commented as he paused by a shelf of yellow roses. Yellow wasn't in their colour palette however he couldn't help but stop to smell them, just because. "What kind of pink do you like more?" He asked Asher, wondering if his fiance had any thoughts on the matter or if he would be alone in the spectrum of pink he had caught himself in.
Archie had taken a petal or two from each of the flowers they liked, placing them in the basket hanging from his arm so he could add them to their mood board later. They had decided in some way they wanted roses, however predictably he was spoiled by choice as there was a seemingly infinite selection of roses, in colour and size and price. If browsing the flowers and smelling so many of them wasn't so fun, Archie would have found himself in a similar amount of indecisiveness and confusion as he did whenever he continued the search for his father, but thankfully he was able to focus on what made him happy and retain his feelings of contentedness as he walked alongside Asher. "I like all of them, but there are too many pink ones to choose." Archie's mood board had shades of dusty pink, cream and white to pair with dark mauve and black, a colour combination of his and Asher's aesthetics. The issue was, 'dusty pink' was a vague image of a colour that could appear in so many forms, almost too many for that flower shop alone. "I don't know if I want it to be more salmon or more purple." Archie commented as he paused by a shelf of yellow roses. Yellow wasn't in their colour palette however he couldn't help but stop to smell them, just because. "What kind of pink do you like more?" He asked Asher, wondering if his fiance had any thoughts on the matter or if he would be alone in the spectrum of pink he had caught himself in.