And here it is…the full, finished piece. My pièce de résistance.
What I started at the beginning of February has finally come to a close. Definitely the longest I’ve spent on any costume. Every bead hand sewn. Every piece of gold bullion hand cut and sewn. Everything patterned by me. It might not be perfect in a couple small spots, but I am so in love with it. I can’t wait to get my wig and makeup on.
So few people cosplay Faramir, and even fewer do the coronation look. Most just sew on a pre-made trim, and for damn good reason!! I say “most” like I’ve seen more than like two cosplayers with this costume, but I’m so happy to be a part of that small group and to portray Faramir and to try to do this costume justice. He deserves so much more love!
“Okay. What’s with that outfit?” Ogling you Sam tries to find out why you are wearing Princess Lea cinnamon hair and a golden bikini.
“Samuel Winchester! Don’t tell me you don’t know which day it is!” Lips pursed, eyes narrow you poke one finger into his chest. “Don’t you dare to tell me so!”
“It’s May the 4th.” Sam shrugs, still not getting why you run around in a golden bikini and with an odd hairstyle. “What’s the matter? Laundry day?”
“You…you…philistine!” Offended you glare at Sam, clicking your tongue. “How dare you not knowing why this day is that important to us.”
Turning on your heels, ignoring the whistle escaping Sam’s lips you sway your hips.
“Fuck me sideways, Sweetheart.” Dean groans, eying you up and down. “I knew this costume will be useful one day.”
“It is, Baby…” Smirking you slide your hand over Dean’s chest.
He’s wearing a Han Solo costume, even holds a lightsaber in his hands. “I want to peel you out of that bikini and do dirty things to you.”
Dean’s ’lightsaber’ pokes against your belly when his hands grip your waist to bring you close to his chest.
“Oh-Mr. Solo, I want you to do dirty things to me after we ate a slice of the death star cake I made for you, Baby.”
“Cake you say…hmm…” Dean’s hands are on your ass a moment later and you smirk hearing Sam groan behind you. “Let me devour you first before we devour the cake.”
“Happy May the 4th, Baby…” Giggling you grab Dean’s hand to drag him toward your shared bedroom. “Bye Sammy, what a pity you did not know which day it is. You would be an awesome Chewbacca…”
“Happy Star Wars Day, brother…” Running after you Dean growls when your ass bounces up and down.
“Baby? Is something wrong?” Dean asks wondering why you want to sleep in your room.
“I’m tired and you know, it’s that time of the month when I need some alone time with rom com movies and sweets,” you lie.
“Okay. Yell when you need me,” you smile softly but don’t give in this time. You know Dean means well but tonight you just can’t be with him.
“Night, Dean,” cupping his face you press a soft kiss to his lips, sighing.
When you left the library, Dean cocks his head. “Okay. What’s wrong with Y/N?”
“Tomorrow is Mother’s Day, Dean,” Sam looks up from his book, frowning when Dean doesn’t seem to understand the meaning of his words.
“Oh, she misses her mom?” Dean wonders, he misses his mother too and wishes he could give her a gift or just talk to her on days like these.
“Not just that, Dean. It’s…uh…you see she wants a baby but in life like ours,” closing his book Sam tries to explain why you want to be alone the night before Mother’s Day.
