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Post by Bayard Roux nó Eglantine on Mar 2, 2011 15:33:52 GMT -5
It had been a good day all told, worthy of being called a celebration even if it hadn't been the kind I usually indulged in. Essie and I had ended up spending the entire day at the Prince and Pony, drinking and joking around and on occasion even showing off some small tricks here and there. I was tipsy, well-fed and completely relaxed by the time the sun started to set and had the idea to go up onto the roof and see what there was to see from the Night Court and the nobles who would be on their way to slum on the Doorstep. She'd agreed, and now there we were, slightly back from the edge and looking over the streets. "What do you see, pigeon?" I asked with a slight smirk. "Anyone interesting?"
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Post by Estella de Cartier on Mar 2, 2011 15:47:41 GMT -5
It was a great evening, the second one where Bayard had kept me in good spirits, though I was content to be around him, sometihng in me had changed since that first night and I was easier amongst people, more easy than I had been in many many years. And I had him to thank for it, and he did not even know it yet. I smiled as we sat up on the roof, my fear of heights having diminished greatly since X's lessons, and my balance much better, even as far under the drink as I was. We sat together, both of us with silly grins as we looked down upon the City, like a queen and king looking upon their kingdom.
"Hmm," I hummed, looking about amusedly, then pointing, "there... that woman... it looks as though something has curled up and died upon her head, or do you suppose its a hat? No certainly a dead animal.. a possum or a raccoon or something of that nature?" I asked before giggling.
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Post by Bayard Roux nó Eglantine on Mar 2, 2011 16:02:29 GMT -5
When she spoke there was a certain cheer in her that had been lacking from the first time we'd met. Then again, if I thought back, it seemed that she hadn't shown anything but that sort of fledgling confidence today, with only the vague shadows that sometimes passed through her vision giving any hint that she could have once had a darker past. There was good in that, she was far too sweet a dove to need any more reasons to suffer, even if she did live down on the streets. It seemed unfair at times that the rich, who rarely suffered at all, got all of the benefits from places like the Night Court while the people who may actually need that sort of support couldn't find it at all. Rich noble bastards.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure it's some ghastly hat, or maybe her natty hair," I suggested in an amused tone as I looked over to where she gestured, leaning slightly over the rooftop in order to see more fully. "Why don't you jump down onto her head and try to grab it, then we'll know for sure." There was a pure jest in that though and I sat back again and reached out a hand to put it lightly on her shoulder. "But on second thought don't do that. You might break your leg or some such and that would be a shame, as well as keeping you out of work for a few weeks."
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Post by Estella de Cartier on Mar 2, 2011 16:26:39 GMT -5
I giggled loudly, not terribly mindful of whether people down below could hear us way up here... though way up here was not too terribly high. Certainly high enough to break some bones should I go leaping down upon the woman.
"I am glad you clarified, because the Gods know I might have done just that, only to humiliate her, and myself, though I believe she is a little portly enough to break my fall and we'd both survive," I snickered, then reaslising I was being rather rude, I coloured, feeling my cheeks heat a bit. Truly, the woman could lay off of the pastries. His hand against my shoulder, holding me back, had not hindered the smile that came to my lips, or the jovial response I had given, it was almost a common place gesture, it seemed, when it came to Bayard and me. When he touched me, to flick a stray strand or to comfort, it did not bother me in the slightest. I had wondered at it before, but now, having spend the day both sober and into our cups, I knew that it was not just the drink that made me relax around him, it was him. And thinking on cups, I turned to him with a wicked smile.
"So you know how you could not manage a magic trick, I think I have one you will like," I mused, knowing that I had shoved a bottle of wine from the Inn into a pocket in my cloak and brought it to the rooftop with us to continue the celebration.
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Post by Bayard Roux nó Eglantine on Mar 2, 2011 16:35:14 GMT -5
"Which is why I had to go back warn you not to, pigeon. Maybe I should call you some kind of bird that can't fly so you'll stop having such ideas," I joked, pushing a little bit of her hair back and relaxing against the slight slope of the roof for a moment. The sun was just finishing its fall behind the horizon and in an hour or so there would be nothing but stars and the moon to light up the area- well, and the various torches that these places kept lit so people wouldn't stumble into the windows in the dark. "Don't go trying it even if she is large enough to be a mattress. If nothing else you'd have to deal with a cranky woman afterward and that's the worst, though I generally try not to leave them cranky." I was comfortable enough by this point that I could make such jokes and not feel guilty, and I even gave Essie a wink and a smirk at the last bit.
The mention of a magic trick drew my attention and I sat up a bit more to look over at her with a raised brow and an impish smile. "Alright, I'll watch your trick, but if I figure it out then you're going to have to sing me a song this time," I jested, watching her hands.
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Post by Estella de Cartier on Mar 2, 2011 16:47:05 GMT -5
I giggled at his joke, picturing myself jumping up and down atop the woman as though she truly were a mattress, though my mind moved to somewhat else when he mentioned he tried not to leave women cranky. I giggled again at his joke, swatting at him playfully. The more he joked though the more I wondered at his art and abilities. Not that I was any sort of judge of those types of abilities. I flushed slightly before he addressed the trick and I laughed, raising both my brows.
"But.. well you see I," I stammered. I had not thought that far ahead and really wasn't planning on doing anything eloquent. "Hmm," I mused. "If you could drink something right now, what is the first drink that pops into your mind?" I asked. Inside my head, I prayed that he would say wine, red wine, but even just wine would do. I almost squeezed my eyes shut as I hoped and wished, but instead, I kept them open, staring intently at him as though I was trying to plant the decison in his mind.
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Post by Bayard Roux nó Eglantine on Mar 2, 2011 17:20:22 GMT -5
The flush on her cheeks almost made me wonder if I'd pushed her too far with my little jest, but her quick strike to my shoulder left me laughing and I didn't even flinch and the matter was soon forgotten. One good thing about being a bit drunk was that you didn't have to worry too much about whatever wouldn't matter in two minutes. As long as she was all smiles again and still able to jest back I didn't see any reason to linger on a drunken slip of my tongue.
When questioned about her trick Essie seemed to get more nervous and she looked me straight in the eye as though willing me to read her mind, which made me wonder what she could be thinking exactly. Unfortunately I couldn't know exactly because I wasn't one of the creepy Gentian who had those skills, but I was an adept and I knew that she wanted me to say something. "Oh, you know me, anything wet is good enough for me," I told her with a chuckle. "The sweetest drinks are one with friends no matter what they actually are."
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Post by Estella de Cartier on Mar 2, 2011 17:28:01 GMT -5
Anything wet he had mentioned, and instantly, I thought of something I did not often think about, and this time, with him and myself and... by the Gods, this really wouldn't stop! I blushed again, the grin still on my face.
"Well, in that case," I said before mumbling some magical sounding mumbo-jumbo and pulling out a bottle of wine from inside my cloak, "voila! Something wet, and with a friend," I teased. "Great trick, no?"
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Post by Bayard Roux nó Eglantine on Mar 2, 2011 17:56:58 GMT -5
Something I said triggered another blush and I was beyond wondering what it could have been at this point though her smile assured me it wasn't some uncomfortable memory from her past. I was glad of that; I didn't begrudge her the right to be unhappy about the things that had been done to her but the sensations it brought out in me when she was sad and crying, that urge to hug her and pet her hair that warred with the urge to beat into oblivion what had made her sad, were too complicated for a simple street urchin turned Eglantine tumbler.
As she started her trick I watched, completely amused by her actions, and when she pulled a bottle of wine out of her cloak I chuckled and clapped my hands. "Bravo, very nice and cheers," I said with an impish grin, cocking my head sideways as I looked at the bottle she held. "Just perfect for this sort of scene I'd say, and clever to boot. Never have I seen a magic show with such a good ending as this one."
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Post by Estella de Cartier on Mar 2, 2011 19:33:27 GMT -5
He watched, intent, a grin on his face, and when I pulled the bottle - terribly obviously - from my cloak he cheered, clapping his hands and bringing a wider grin, the kind that showed teeth, to my face. I bowed, seated, my arm at my waste as though before a loud crowd, mouthing "thank you" and "you're all too kind," before laughing outloud and snorting lightly.
"I am glad you are amused, young Prince of the Rooftops," I teased, "and perhaps this humble display has saved me from having to sing? I do not believe that even the Gods would forgive you for bringing that about," I teased before I uncorked the bottle with a soft pop.
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Post by Bayard Roux nó Eglantine on Mar 2, 2011 19:41:17 GMT -5
"I think I'd have to let you go free from the singing just on the cleverness of bringing that bottle up here," I told her with an impish smile, watching her little act before she uncorked the bottle. We'd both already had a good bit to drink that day but with the food that would deaden the effects somewhat and hopefully keep us sober enough that we wouldn't fall off of the roof. "And are you calling me a Prince, really? I'm not sure exactly what a Prince of the Rooftops would do, except maybe keep trained crows to pick the shiny things off of the people passing below."
There was a casual, easy sort of manner between us and I enjoyed it a good deal, shifting slightly to sit more comfortably while still staying close enough that she could lean against me for some more balance if she wished. "You know, for all of the acting and performance you like to do with a little bit of drink in you maybe you should have considered Eglantine as a child. We're a fun House and at least you'd never be bored to tears the way the Alyssum always seem to be."
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Post by Estella de Cartier on Mar 3, 2011 10:53:42 GMT -5
I chuckled. "Oh yes Prince indeed, you' rule the rooftops with an iron fist and tumble from roof to roof with stunning accuracy and gracee so that all would be mesmerized from below, then your crows would cunningly pick their pockets and unfasten jewellry with the deftest of beaks," I teased, giggling and then leaning against his arm, taking a drought from the bottle. I listened to him, contemplating what he said and almost chokled on my gulp of wine when I giggled. I cleared my throat, but kept my sopt against him. He was warm, and not at all soft, but certainly not muscle bound - a wirey strength that fit his frame perfectly. "Oh I do not know about that. Until late i have been rather clumsy at times, and me singing is a terrible idea, but I suppose I could learn to tumble," I mused, "but the fun having, now that is true. I probably would have suited well in Eglantine. But I am certain you would have gotten sick of having to see me constantly, don't you think?" I asked with a giggle. It did not matter either way for I would never be able to be a part of that world, the world my parents had told me I was destined for, and slowly I came to grips with it. This was my world for now, steraling, theiving, and enjoyng a drink or two or a bottle or more with a good friend. And maybe one day I would be able to regain what was entitled to me. But until then, I would make the best of the situation the hand of fate had dealt me.
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Post by Bayard Roux nó Eglantine on Mar 3, 2011 20:06:16 GMT -5
"You seem to have quite the opinion of me, which is rather flattering," I told the blonde with a chuckle as she leaned against my shoulder and took a drink, then reached over and took the bottle carefully. "Let me assure you that if you'd had the chance you could have been a tumbler. If I can manage it, whore-born and thief-raised as I am, then you with your pretty face and grace and strong will would be able to do whatever you set your mind to, pigeon." Picking up the bottle I hesitated for a moment, deciding whether or not I would chance being stuck on a roof more drunk than I had been when I'd started up- but then what the hells else was I going to do, really? Nothing. So I took a long drink, gave her a smirk and offered the bottle back as I brought my other arm behind her slightly to keep my balance.
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Post by Estella de Cartier on Mar 3, 2011 22:37:16 GMT -5
His arm rested behind me, steadying us both as he handed me the bottle, and I inclined my head in thanks as I took it from him, taking another drink. "You think I am graceful?"I asked with a chuckle. "Perhaps more now that I have been learning to navigate the rooftops but certainly not when you first met me," I mused with a soft laugh. I looked up at the sky, a silly little grin on my face,but not caused by the alcohol. The sun was setting, pretty streaks of pink and purple against a hazy blue background. It was beautiful. "You know, I've never really appreciated the beauty of the night sky before, like I do now," I mused, looking up at it, leaning more fully against Bayard. He was warm, and a comfort at my side, and I was truly glad to have him as a friend.
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Post by Bayard Roux nó Eglantine on Mar 4, 2011 13:21:45 GMT -5
"Well, if you ever want tumbling lessons on top of learning a bit of climbing feel free to ask, I like to see pretty girls being flexible," I joked with an impish grin, taking the bottle again once she'd had her drink, our fingers unconsciously brushing as I did so. Not that I was going to think on the way it made my skin tingle, that wouldn't only lead to things being more complicated once I did stop to have a thought for longer than two seconds.
Pushing aside any last, lingering hints of speculation I took a longer drink from the bottle this time and then slid it back into her hand, chuckling slightly as she looked out over the sunset and wondering if she knew wha a charming picture she made. A dove considering the night, that was likely a topic that one of the painters would have liked. "Listen to you, waxing poetic as the sun goes down," I joked lightly. "And I'm supposed to be the artist here. But it suits you."
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Post by Estella de Cartier on Mar 6, 2011 21:36:28 GMT -5
"Oh I would love afew lessons," I heard myself say before I could stop the words from tumbling from my lips in quick succession. Our fingers brushed, and I nigh gasped at the sensation the skin to skin contact left, and how it did not make me feel uncomfortable, although now I felt warmer, and I was certain twas not just the wine. I watched him take a sip from the bottle, his smile returning to his lips as he spoke.
"Well then perhaps I would have been perfect for Eglantine. Could you imagine growing up together?" I asked. I wondered if we would still be friends as housemates, and decided in the affirmative.
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Post by Bayard Roux nó Eglantine on Mar 7, 2011 8:18:42 GMT -5
"Oh, I think I can imagine it well enough," I told her with an impish smile as I handed her the bottle back. All Eglantines seemed to have at least a little bit of a taste for their Housemates, but that almost seemed to be part of the atmosphere there. To be an artist it was almost required that you be passionate and all of that kind of fed on itself, but that wasn't all there was to Eglantine either. Why did my mind wander there first anyway? Maybe I should slow down a bit on the alcohol before I said or did something stupid.
"It's fun enough coming up at Eglantine as long as you don't mind the fact that everyone has their own ways and all of them are a little arrogant over their skill but that's part of all of it," I told her a moment later, giving her a sideways glance and brushing a hand lightly across her hair to push it behind her ear. "You'd fit in fine. And if you really want to learn to tumble I'll give you a lesson or two when I come down, you're not so bad starting off that it'll be hard for you to pick it up." All of this talk of being at the Night Court reminded me of the coin I was keeping in my pocket and I smiled a little wider, cocking my head. "What if I told you I had a surprise for you, pigeon?"
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Post by Estella de Cartier on Mar 7, 2011 12:05:29 GMT -5
I smiled, grateful that he thought so highly of me, and my abilities. His hand moved to brush away a few errant locks, tucking them back, and I smiled more warmly.
"I would like that," I said in reply. Learning to tumble would be a great assistance in my work, especially if I needed a crafty escape. "I hope that the surprise isn't a leson right now. I'm nto so sure it woul dbe a great idea," I teased before laughing softly. I leaned closer, settling fully against him, takin gmy hands off teh roof to rest them in my lap. "I would be elated, and wary," I teased, looking at him with squinted eyes before they brightened again. I couldnt help that I was excited. "What is it, or should I guess at it?"
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Post by Bayard Roux nó Eglantine on Mar 8, 2011 21:32:07 GMT -5
"I'm not sure either of us trying to tumble right now would be a good idea, not unless you're looking for a reason to break something important, like your pretty little neck," I told her with an impish smirk. True, I probably could have managed it if I really had to, but there was no reason for her to know that and get some crazy, drunken idea like testing me on it. "So that's not the surprise, pigeon. But I tell you what, guess which hand it's in, that'll make it a surprise. It's not exactly something I could wrap." With that I slid a hand into each pocket of my breeches and pulled them back out clenched and held them in front of her. "Let's see if you're lucky tonight, shall we?"
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Post by Estella de Cartier on Mar 10, 2011 13:16:08 GMT -5
I laughed though the picture in my mind made me shudder just slightly, me, broken neck, cobbled stones. But my countenance brightened at the little game he played at, reching his hands into hi spockets, pulling them out and holding them up, fisted before me. I wondered for a moment wht could be in his hands, or hand, rather. But I would hopefully find out if I chose correctly. And so I looked at both of his hands, worrying my bottom lip between my teeth as I loooked from one to the other, trying to discern by some sort of measure which hand held the mystery item. Was one hand clenched more tightly than the other, or more loosely? Was one hand closed differently? No both seeme identical. I took both of his hands in my hands and shook them, wondering if I would hear a noise, but there was nothing. I furrowed my brows, and, looking from his eyes, to his ahnds, and back again, I decided to go with the left hand. I tapped it twice, daintilly with my finger tip.
"This hand," I said, nodding decisively.
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Post by Bayard Roux nó Eglantine on Mar 10, 2011 13:41:11 GMT -5
Her different methods to try and figure out which hand held the prize made me chuckle and would never work, but I let her try anyway because it seemed to be amusing her and that was far better than the alternative. There was a distinct tingle that moved across my skin at her contact was very sweet, but I pushed it aside. What kind of man could possibly imagine any attraction with her? Well, anyone with eyes really, but I knew about her past and that was more than enough to stop most people. Evidently her manner and sweetness overcame that though, at least in some part of my mind.
When she tapped my left hand I opened it to show that it was empty and shifted my right to let the small coin dance across my knuckles and bring it into her vision. An adept coin, a simple thing, but from our discussion the other night I knew that it was something she may well appreciate. After all she'd mentioned going to Balm and having just enough money for it, but anything that she could save down here on the Doorstep would be a blessing at some later date. "It looks like you picked wrong, but maybe you can think of another way to win this," I teased lightly, watching her face interestedly.
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Post by Estella de Cartier on Mar 10, 2011 15:04:43 GMT -5
I frowned, pouting as I looked at the hand bearing no gifts, but was delighted when I saw the trick he played with the coin dancing over his knuckles and between his fingers. My smile returned, and a giggle escaped me, a llight, amused noise.
"I hope this isn't where you ask me to sing," I said, looking at eh coin as it danced across his fingers. it was not a coin I had seen before. "Where is it from?" I asked as I looked at it, wondering if it was some rare antique thing.
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Post by Bayard Roux nó Eglantine on Mar 10, 2011 16:55:55 GMT -5
"I don't want you to sing and to prove that it may be as bad as you say, just to tease you by reminding you that I could do so," I told her with a chuckle as I flipped the coin into the air and then caught it in my palm so she could see it more completely. "As to where this coin is from, I imagine it's seen many places a street rat can only imagine but it's home is somewhere that no one outside of Terre d'Ange can imagine." I was teasing her again with my phrasing, trying to make a riddle out of what this simple thing was, but somehow that seemed to make this situation a bit more fun where it could have been a little awkward. When in doubt, always try to be charming. "Now can you guess what it is?"
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Post by Estella de Cartier on Mar 10, 2011 17:02:56 GMT -5
He tossed it, catching it in his palm, and I looked at it as he showed it more closely. My fingers went to his palm, not i nan attempt to take it, but to trace my fingertips over it, around its edge, and in doing so, lightly touch Bayard's skin. My fingertips tingled, and I pulled my hand back slightly, still unused to the senation, though certainly not put off by it - moreso confused. "Someplace no one outside of Terre d'Ange could ever imagine, and someplace that someone lik eme could only dream of," I mused as I looked at it, then him, then it, and then the connection was made and I gasped softly.
"The Night Court?" I asked, my voice sounding a little smaller as I nigh whispered my response. I had heard of such things - a coin to use at a House of the night court for an assignation, sparing the patron the cost. "This is for me?" I asked as I looked from teh coin finally to him. "But... why?" I wondered if at some point I was so drunk that I had released the contents of what I had been thinking these past few weeks since I had last seen Bayard, but no, I was certain I had not told him where my mind had wandered. How did he know... well how would he know... unless he did not even mean it to be meant for him. I felt my cheeks warm all the same.
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Post by Bayard Roux nó Eglantine on Mar 10, 2011 18:34:54 GMT -5
Her shock was sincere, as was her flush, and I could only wonder for a moment whether or not I'd done the right thing by making such an assumption. After all for all I knew she'd never intended to go to the Night Court like we'd discussed when she was drunk, though all of the talk of Balm would have led me to believe otherwise. Well, no matter the reasoning the best option was to continue as though I knew what I was doing, even if I didn't. That was the credo of every rogue I knew- to fake it until it became as natural as a fact.
"That's right, it's an adept coin," I replied with an smile, flipping it from my palm to catch it between my fingers and offer it to her. "Unless I was drunk-dreaming the entire meeting last time you said something about visiting there, but you weren't sure when or which House. So now I'll let you in on a little secret so you can see what all of them are about. Tomorrow night there's a reception for the Queen's wedding and coronation and that will get you in, almost like you were a regular patron, and give you a night with any adept who agrees. And I have a plan, do you want to hear it?"
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Post by Estella de Cartier on Mar 10, 2011 22:59:10 GMT -5
My jaw dropped as he explained everything to me. I remmebered the conversation, all too well. I had thought about it over and over and over again mulling it over in my head. I had spoken of visiting Balm that night, but every night since I had thought of being with someone who made me comfortable, who already knew me. And here was that very person giving me the chance to see them all - all of the night court and how they interacted. He was giving me the chance I would have had as a child were it not stripped prematurely from my little hands. I snapped my mouth shut, and formed a smile, a warm one, one just for Bayard. He was the only one who made me smile like this. He tried so hard not to overstep and make me uncomfortable, and he did not know, but I would be forever greatful for the ways he looked out for my feelings.
"No not dreaming," I murmured, still smiling as I took the coin gingerly between my own fingers, looking at it a little dazed before I turned my gaze on him again. I grinned widely.
"Yes, I want to hear this plan of yours," I said, truly interested. I moved so I could lean against him again, glancing at the coin then him. With me positioned beside him, resting upon his shoulder, I was very close to him, and could feel his warmth emanating from his body. I rarely let anyone get close enough to me to feel such things, and though a part of it was frightening, in a good way, it was also exciting.
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Post by Bayard Roux nó Eglantine on Mar 10, 2011 23:15:18 GMT -5
Her smile was bright and comfortable and I smiled back as she took the coin and leaned back against me while I tried not to notice it in the wrong fashion. Even through that though I felt my blood warm and I pushed aside that train of thought because it was completely inappropriate. I was here to make sure that she had the healing she needed because she deserved it, not because the image of her finally being able to smile and laugh without any fear of anyone was so tempting. That was not the sort of thing I should let my mind wander to.
"Well, you'd have to use a bit of your money, but not too much," I admitted as I shifted slightly to let her lean against me more and get comfortable with her head on my shoulder, turning my head slightly to look at her. "Buy a nice dress, and then come to Eglantine in the afternoon and I'll help you get ready. We'll make you up perfectly and you'll be able to see as many adepts and as much wealth as you could ever want to. Make sure you pick what you really want to wear, don't worry whether or not it fits, I can sew enough to fix it up. Then we'll go to the reception and you'll have a good time and get a real feel for the Houses. How does that sound?"
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Post by Estella de Cartier on Mar 11, 2011 10:18:53 GMT -5
The thought of buying a dress, of being fitted, of having Bayard take care of the details made me smile, and blush a little. A girl like myself, if I were of the peerage, would haveknown more about these things, but truly I knew nooothing. Even when I was a little girl before I ran away my mother took care of picking out my dresses, of curling my locks. I looked at Bayard, and I wondered if he could see how truly greatful and excited I was.
"That sounds like a dream come true," I told him, smiling more brightly than I had in a very very long time. "Though to be honest, I hope that my taste isn't terrible. I've not bought an even remotely well-fitted gown for... for... well I never have," I said, laughing softly. I held the coin in my hand, and though it was cool, it felt warm and left a tingle in my palm. "Thank you Bayard, thank you so much," I said softly. "You truly are a prince."
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Post by Bayard Roux nó Eglantine on Mar 11, 2011 10:44:42 GMT -5
It was nicer than I could have expected to see her so happy and I smiled a bit wider for it, glad that I hadn't made some hugely drastic mistake that might remind her of less pleasant time. Now she seemed lighter and more cheerful than I could have imagined her being and that was more than enough reward for this. I wasn't often given much of a chance to even try and do anything decent or moral and now that I did I was starting to find that helping this pigeon was a nice change. At least she'd have the opportunity to end up something other than the other bitter, dirty women with no choice down here on the Doorstep.
"Right, the Prince o' Alleyways and Rooftops," I teased in my native brogue, eyes flashing in mirth as I ruffled her hair slightly, then smoothed it back out while trying to ignore its inherent softness under the grit and grime of the City in general. "With just a hint of taught grace to keep me from falling about like an alley cat. For your dress, pick something you like, but I will say that blue or green would look good on you and bring out your skin and eyes. Soft colors will draw more attention to your features rather than your dress, which is a good thing. The style- think of what you like and get that, you're slender enough to wear anything." No, I wasn't a clothier, but I was pretty used to telling girls what they looked good in and I'd picked a few things up. "No matter what you'll be great anyway, pigeon."
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Post by Estella de Cartier on Mar 11, 2011 11:03:46 GMT -5
I smiled at him, laughing softly as he ruffled my hair, sticking my tongue out at him in jest whie he smoothed it back. he seemed pleased, which of course made me feel even happier that he didn't think me a foolish woman to not even know wht to do. he truly did understand me, and in his eyes I was not being judged. Juded. i frowned oftly at the gentlle tugging reminder, teh itch of my scar.
"But... my scar... oh how will I find a dress to cover something ilke that?" I asked him, worrying that drawing too much attention to my features would, thusly, draw attention to the scar that slashed from shoulder to breast. I leaned more firmly against him, feeling a slight chill stroll up my back at the memory. "I.. I don't want people to stare," I whispered. i felt small fora moment again, and though he had made it out to be something beautiful before, who knew what other people would think when they saw it. "What if people think I am not pretty because of it?"
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