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RE: Luminalia [Closed] - megs - 10-19-2019
Don't let your hands wander would have been suggestive were she not a thief. She would have preferred the more suggestive version. The elf watched him dubiously from her position on the bed. She hated the mask. Would be so much easier if she could read his expression. Still she made no immediate moves to join him, despite the haughty insistence with which he spoke to her. Fisel glanced down at the ring still affixed to her hand, a glaring reminder that she didn't have a choice but to heed his instructions. Not that he had any more control over her than the fact that she had committed a crime.
Which was surprising amount of control, in the grand scheme of things.
Fisel was in the middle of her musings when he about-faced and starting walking away without her. That little big of smugness that assumed she was just going to follow him irked her. She considered throwing a quiet tantrum and waiting in the room. To see how long it took him to realize that she had not accompanied him.
Once again, she glanced at the ring. Then, she quickly scrambled out of the bed. She ignored her armor and shoved her feet back into her boots without tying the laces. Lightly jogging down the hall until she caught up with him. She would pretend that she had definitely been behind him the entire time. Only her footsteps cut through the silence.
"I can't even have like...a hint?" She pressed. She would be loathe to admit she was nervous about whatever he had in mind for her. Moreso than he made her nervous in general.
RE: Luminalia [Closed] - Tindome - 11-17-2019
He swept through the halls, crystal faux-torches lighting themselves in their path. It was a gratuitous show of power, but not one he even thought about. It was automatic for him.
He was a little bit excited, almost nervous. He really did want her for a test, after all. He'd been working hard on this project for months, and now he was going to see if it had been worth it. His work didn't normally necessitate the involvement of another person, so usually no one saw it until it was ready to be unveiled. Letting someone see what might yet turn out to be a failure went against his instincts.
Under other circumstances, he might have hired a girl off the street for this. At least a girl being paid would have kept her mouth shut.
Unless he asked.
Anyway.
"You'll be fine," he said, not caring if she believed him. "It isn't dangerous, as long as you can stand still." He lead her finally into the room he'd been using as a workshop for this project, where it sat in the middle of the room.
A gown on a mannequin, deep blue embroidered with gold thread and seed beads of crystal. The beading grew denser nearer to the bottom of the skirt, until it looked almost white. More beading edged the long hanging sleeves, which bared the shoulders. It was held up instead by thin fabric straps that met with what could only be called a collar of the same dark blue silk. A single larger crystal sat at the center of that built-in choker.
He looked her over, a tilt to his mask. "You're going to have to take your clothes off," he said.
He was a little bit excited, almost nervous. He really did want her for a test, after all. He'd been working hard on this project for months, and now he was going to see if it had been worth it. His work didn't normally necessitate the involvement of another person, so usually no one saw it until it was ready to be unveiled. Letting someone see what might yet turn out to be a failure went against his instincts.
Under other circumstances, he might have hired a girl off the street for this. At least a girl being paid would have kept her mouth shut.
Unless he asked.
Anyway.
"You'll be fine," he said, not caring if she believed him. "It isn't dangerous, as long as you can stand still." He lead her finally into the room he'd been using as a workshop for this project, where it sat in the middle of the room.
A gown on a mannequin, deep blue embroidered with gold thread and seed beads of crystal. The beading grew denser nearer to the bottom of the skirt, until it looked almost white. More beading edged the long hanging sleeves, which bared the shoulders. It was held up instead by thin fabric straps that met with what could only be called a collar of the same dark blue silk. A single larger crystal sat at the center of that built-in choker.
He looked her over, a tilt to his mask. "You're going to have to take your clothes off," he said.
RE: Luminalia [Closed] - megs - 11-17-2019
Fisel did not believe him. She wasn't sure why. Insofar he'd only seemed haughty, not malicious, but being a test subject for the unknown would not have set well with anyone. Even with that particularly simple qualifications of being able to stand still. Could she stand still? She was suddenly doubting her ability to do so. Was she fidgety? Other clansmen had called her fidgety in the past, right?
Her brow was furrowed with such intense doubt as she continued to follow Baron. They came upon a large room. She stopped behind him, not bumping into him this time. Her pointy ears twitched in curiousity. "I'll have to...what?" She stepped out from behind him. It was then she caught sight of the gown. Completely unsure of how she had missed it before. Fisel stepped closer to it, her head cocking to one side.
"It's a dress." She almost sounded disappointed. A dress? How harmless. Maybe, this was less an experiment into the arcane and more of a deep dive into some new sexual preference he had discovered. Oh, wait, that was worse. Wasn't it? It was rather beautiful. Fisel had only seen such a thing in the masquerades and galas she broke in to. Someone wearing a dress such as this would have certainly been one of her top marks.
"You want me to...put on the dress?"
It wasn't the idea of losing her clothing that was bothering her. Fisel stepped out of her boots. It was that taking them off would bring her closer to the unknown and there wasn't even that much between her and the unknown already. A pair of wool stockings held up by a length of colorful ribbon and a thin ivory-colored tunic. With a quick motion of her arms she brought the tunic over her head. Her curls bounced every which way as she shook them out. "How much do I need to take off?" Stocking and underthings didn't seem like they would get in the way of putting on a dress.
Her gaze bounced between the dress and the Baron. She frowned at his mask. Why would he not take it off?
RE: Luminalia [Closed] - Tindome - 01-31-2020
"A gown," he corrected. It was an unnecessary correction. He didn't even feel that strongly about it. It was only that when she said 'dress', it felt somehow dismissive. She sounded disappointed about it. He had not labored with so many tiny stitches for anything less than awe.
A dress.
Harrumph.
He tried not to watch her strip, but as a practical consideration found himself looking at her underclothes. He'd been wrapped up enough in clothes these past few months that focusing on cloth instead of skin was easy enough.
"Not ideal," he muttered, tapping along the side of his mask's beak the way another man might tap his chin. Not her shape—though he certainly hadn't accounted for her shape—but she wasn't wearing anything half so structured as high society women preferred. And, really, anything that went higher than her nipples was going to end up visible, which would rather detract from the whole thing.
One problem at a time.
"Stand up straight, I'm going to try something." He stuck his arm out between herself and one of the lamps to cast a shadow across her middle, snapped his fingers to make it disengage and become itself, solid as the shadows that had trapped her to the floor the night before. It wound around her waist and higher, moving like a snake until it tightened all at once.
Not quite a corset, but it would keep her spine straight and her everything else… sorted. It made her a bit more dress-shaped, which was the important part.
"There—better."
A dress.
Harrumph.
He tried not to watch her strip, but as a practical consideration found himself looking at her underclothes. He'd been wrapped up enough in clothes these past few months that focusing on cloth instead of skin was easy enough.
"Not ideal," he muttered, tapping along the side of his mask's beak the way another man might tap his chin. Not her shape—though he certainly hadn't accounted for her shape—but she wasn't wearing anything half so structured as high society women preferred. And, really, anything that went higher than her nipples was going to end up visible, which would rather detract from the whole thing.
One problem at a time.
"Stand up straight, I'm going to try something." He stuck his arm out between herself and one of the lamps to cast a shadow across her middle, snapped his fingers to make it disengage and become itself, solid as the shadows that had trapped her to the floor the night before. It wound around her waist and higher, moving like a snake until it tightened all at once.
Not quite a corset, but it would keep her spine straight and her everything else… sorted. It made her a bit more dress-shaped, which was the important part.
"There—better."
RE: Luminalia [Closed] - megs - 04-30-2020
Brows lifted as he was quick to correct her. She must have offended him. "It's very lovely," she offered. As a consolation for her obvious wonder. Though, it was true she had seen many gowns in her days of sneaking and stealing that, this one in particular was not quite the same. The longer the looked, the more detail she could make out, and the more she felt this was no ordinary dress. Which could just be the paranoia of being a mad mage's sort-of-prisoner.
Not ideal...
The words echoed in the stony room. Fisel scoffed at him. The tips of her ears burning red as she crossed her arms. She had never had a high opinion of men or mages, but she never thought one could be so rude in such a short acquaintance.
The elf threw her arms down in a huff and squared her shoulders. Doing what she was told, because she did not have much of a choice. She glared at the mask, because she didn't have much of a choice in that either. "What are you-" Fisel was silenced by the shadows that curled around her middle, tightening all at once. "You're showing off," she complained. You'd think a man with an entire gown would have a corset or two lying around.
"How am I supposed to even put that on?" she complained. Suspiciously eyeing the delicate, but likely very heavy, bead work.