Post by Mirsada Anezka on Jun 30, 2006 20:53:14 GMT -5
I was sitting across from Luka watching him furiously sketch. He was Illyrian, his father a friend of my father, and the greatest costumer I had ever known. He traveled everywhere, but due to our friendship and the unseemly amount I paid him, he was always in Terra d'Ange at Midwinter to dress me in his finest, and usually outrageous of designs.
"Not so much leather this year," I told him, "I sweltered last year when you dressed me as that goddess."
"She was perfect for you," he commented, not looking up. "Evil and prone to whimsy."
I made a dismissive noise, not bothering to hide the smile that curved my lips at the thought of the fun I had last Midwinter.
"Here," he said, turning his pad and showing me the sketch. "A succubus, and only a little leather."
I felt my eyes light up. A succubus, a demon who preyed on sleeping men, enticing them into sexual acts and drawing life-force from the men.
I met Luka's gaze. "I do believe you have rather unkind thoughts about my character," I said with a smirk. "What will the skirt be made of?"
"Layers of parchment thin lace, I just found it last month," he said, returning my smirk. "As for your character, I know you very well Mirsada, you embrace your sexuality in a way that disturbs many. That, and you can be kind of a bitch." The last was said with a laugh as he began to pack up his things.
"And you are a brilliant, and demented man, dearest Luka. Go find yourself a pretty young boy to satisfy your itch and then get to work," I told him, smiling and walking him out. "You know what a bitch I can be when I don't get what I want."
I pressed a very full purse into his hand and we kissed cheeks, before he fair dashed to the Night Court.
"Not so much leather this year," I told him, "I sweltered last year when you dressed me as that goddess."
"She was perfect for you," he commented, not looking up. "Evil and prone to whimsy."
I made a dismissive noise, not bothering to hide the smile that curved my lips at the thought of the fun I had last Midwinter.
"Here," he said, turning his pad and showing me the sketch. "A succubus, and only a little leather."
I felt my eyes light up. A succubus, a demon who preyed on sleeping men, enticing them into sexual acts and drawing life-force from the men.
I met Luka's gaze. "I do believe you have rather unkind thoughts about my character," I said with a smirk. "What will the skirt be made of?"
"Layers of parchment thin lace, I just found it last month," he said, returning my smirk. "As for your character, I know you very well Mirsada, you embrace your sexuality in a way that disturbs many. That, and you can be kind of a bitch." The last was said with a laugh as he began to pack up his things.
"And you are a brilliant, and demented man, dearest Luka. Go find yourself a pretty young boy to satisfy your itch and then get to work," I told him, smiling and walking him out. "You know what a bitch I can be when I don't get what I want."
I pressed a very full purse into his hand and we kissed cheeks, before he fair dashed to the Night Court.