[M | St Grumble] Friendly Companionship....right? Right!
Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2019 9:26 am
3rd Loshis, 2719
BRUNNHOLD| AFTER DUSK
BRUNNHOLD| AFTER DUSK
“Just keep your mouth shut, and you’ll be fine. Yes, totally fine.” Lilanee muttered to herself in the mirror as she leaned forward to put her earrings in, looking over her outfit for the ten thousandth time. The tailor in the Stacks had done a clocking impressive job, especially given the request was entirely out of the ordinary. Her dress itself was simple enough, an officially Brunnhold Approved crimson dress that was fitted to her upper form, flaring out towards the feet with a hint petticoats under the skirt. There were no sleeves, and a high neckline, the lace designed to look like leaves of rose bushes. Chiffon skirt and lace bodice, it caught the light with warm tones, matched easily with a pair of ruby earrings and red ankleboots.
It was the skeletal torso-piece that might cause some comments.
The item was designed out of stiff bone colored ribbon, carefully stitched and cut to look quite eerily like a spinal column and rib cage. There was a small bow against her throat and a series making each vertebrae down her back, with one large feature bow splayed across her lower back. It was a separate item to the red dress, worn over the top and carefully pinned to sit exactly where it should. The placement was clever enough to look like bones and muscle, accompanying the dress like some strange vest. Lilanee had been inspired of late, to express her fondness of the past and the fine physical evolution from their ancestors to today.
It had nothing to do with friends who happened to like that sort of thing as well.
“All you need to do is get there, make it through the first part of dinner, and not make a complete fool of yourself. Completely doable. Doable? Do able. I don’t think that’s a word.” The Hessean continued her exterior monologue as she crossed the room to her doorway, opening it and stepping into the dormitory hallway.
“Friends. Acquaintances. Yes, that’s right. We are friends attending the redtie in necessary companionship to ensure we both have at least one person to converse with.” Walking four steps down the hallway, she immediately turned back to her room, flinging the door open and grabbing a red satin coin purse.
“Focus Lilanee, focus!” She berated herself, reaching up to smooth over long fiery curls that had been tamed into loose ringlets, with the top half pinned back with a rather sharp looking hairclip that looked like a twist of briar thorns. Moving faster now, the ninth form all but jogged down the dormitory towards the doors and down the steps.
The rain had been heavy during the day, calming to more of a thick drizzle by the evening, falling softly on the redbricks of the University and giving everything a glossy sheen in the warm phosphore lights. Taking the undercover walkways to the Great Hall, the blue eyed Hessean nodded at the faculty staff manning the entrance and stepped inside.
Within the dining hall, it was what could be assumed as an inviting affair. Unlike the less formal red ties—if that could even be considered a thing—the entire interior of the building had been decorated with hangings of red ribbon and white painted thorns, lanterns hanging from them to compliment the crystal chandelier that glowed merrily. Students and staff who were still on the campus were seated at tables of white tablecloth, crimson napkins and shining silverware. The room hummed with low conversation, and at the head table the Headmistress watched it all with an eagle eye as she spoke quietly with her companions.
“What the clock--!” Lilanee heard the sneer in the comment before she even caught the owner of the words. Turning her head, the wordy student smiled warmly at Marissa.
“Good evening Marissa! Wow, you look amazing. Did you design that? I really like it. Are you here with—oh Janse. Hello too.” She nodded as the brutish boy joined the dark haired Bastian, his face not at all welcoming.
“What are you wearing?” The Bastian asked with a laugh, looking the other girl up and down with a mixture of bemusement and disgust. Lilanee looked down, brushing her fingers over the sternum of her curious not-overcoat with a smile.
“This? This is an anatomically correct skeletal composition of a galdori torso. Made of fabric. I thought it would be a fascinating representation of th—” Janse snorted, gesturing at the outfit.
“Fascinating? It’s morbid, you freak. They should be sending you back to your dorm.”[/color] Blushing slightly, the teenager made a small self-conscious laugh.
“Yes well…you have your opinion and I have mine. Let’s leave it at that.” She said with a soft hint of exasperation, quite ready to move onto her table, forgetting all at once that she had actually invited someone this year.
As friends, of course.
“I can’t believe her parents paid for that. How embarrassing. My parents wouldn’t catch me dead in something so garish.” Marissa said, not at all under her breath to her partner as they moved on, leaving the Hessean to bite her tongue. She closed her eyes, curling her hand tightly into a fist and running her thumb over the bones, silently saying the names of each one. There were so many things she could say to the girl, she wanted to say, but it wasn’t worth it.
“Table. Find your table.” Lilanee breathed, straightening her shoulders and opening her eyes to look for her table and hopefully Ezre Vks.
Mister Vks, her friendly companion.
They hadn’t really meant to be friends, it wasn’t like they stood there and said ‘let’s form a platonic bond over our common interests and hates’, yet since Clocks Eve and the visit to the crypts Lilanee had taken to sitting at the same table at meal times. Or in their shared history classes. They shared notes and discussed theories, or rather Lilanee discussed and Ezre tolerated. Listened. Same-same? The point was they had developed a tentative connection, and when it was decided that students remaining on campus absolutely must attend the redtie for St Grumbles, Lilanee had made a good case—with footnotes—on why herself and the quiet Hoxian should attend together. Not together together though, no, just as two like minded students who wanted like minded discussion.
Yes, that was exactly it.
“Where are you Ez…” She whispered nervously, blue eyes scanning the tables with only a hint of worry in her field.
Was she really worried he wouldn’t show up? That was silly. It wasn’t a big deal, it was St Grumbles. A forced event.
Back to regular everyday things tomorrow and all that.
It was the skeletal torso-piece that might cause some comments.
The item was designed out of stiff bone colored ribbon, carefully stitched and cut to look quite eerily like a spinal column and rib cage. There was a small bow against her throat and a series making each vertebrae down her back, with one large feature bow splayed across her lower back. It was a separate item to the red dress, worn over the top and carefully pinned to sit exactly where it should. The placement was clever enough to look like bones and muscle, accompanying the dress like some strange vest. Lilanee had been inspired of late, to express her fondness of the past and the fine physical evolution from their ancestors to today.
It had nothing to do with friends who happened to like that sort of thing as well.
“All you need to do is get there, make it through the first part of dinner, and not make a complete fool of yourself. Completely doable. Doable? Do able. I don’t think that’s a word.” The Hessean continued her exterior monologue as she crossed the room to her doorway, opening it and stepping into the dormitory hallway.
“Friends. Acquaintances. Yes, that’s right. We are friends attending the redtie in necessary companionship to ensure we both have at least one person to converse with.” Walking four steps down the hallway, she immediately turned back to her room, flinging the door open and grabbing a red satin coin purse.
“Focus Lilanee, focus!” She berated herself, reaching up to smooth over long fiery curls that had been tamed into loose ringlets, with the top half pinned back with a rather sharp looking hairclip that looked like a twist of briar thorns. Moving faster now, the ninth form all but jogged down the dormitory towards the doors and down the steps.
The rain had been heavy during the day, calming to more of a thick drizzle by the evening, falling softly on the redbricks of the University and giving everything a glossy sheen in the warm phosphore lights. Taking the undercover walkways to the Great Hall, the blue eyed Hessean nodded at the faculty staff manning the entrance and stepped inside.
Within the dining hall, it was what could be assumed as an inviting affair. Unlike the less formal red ties—if that could even be considered a thing—the entire interior of the building had been decorated with hangings of red ribbon and white painted thorns, lanterns hanging from them to compliment the crystal chandelier that glowed merrily. Students and staff who were still on the campus were seated at tables of white tablecloth, crimson napkins and shining silverware. The room hummed with low conversation, and at the head table the Headmistress watched it all with an eagle eye as she spoke quietly with her companions.
“What the clock--!” Lilanee heard the sneer in the comment before she even caught the owner of the words. Turning her head, the wordy student smiled warmly at Marissa.
“Good evening Marissa! Wow, you look amazing. Did you design that? I really like it. Are you here with—oh Janse. Hello too.” She nodded as the brutish boy joined the dark haired Bastian, his face not at all welcoming.
“What are you wearing?” The Bastian asked with a laugh, looking the other girl up and down with a mixture of bemusement and disgust. Lilanee looked down, brushing her fingers over the sternum of her curious not-overcoat with a smile.
“This? This is an anatomically correct skeletal composition of a galdori torso. Made of fabric. I thought it would be a fascinating representation of th—” Janse snorted, gesturing at the outfit.
“Fascinating? It’s morbid, you freak. They should be sending you back to your dorm.”[/color] Blushing slightly, the teenager made a small self-conscious laugh.
“Yes well…you have your opinion and I have mine. Let’s leave it at that.” She said with a soft hint of exasperation, quite ready to move onto her table, forgetting all at once that she had actually invited someone this year.
As friends, of course.
“I can’t believe her parents paid for that. How embarrassing. My parents wouldn’t catch me dead in something so garish.” Marissa said, not at all under her breath to her partner as they moved on, leaving the Hessean to bite her tongue. She closed her eyes, curling her hand tightly into a fist and running her thumb over the bones, silently saying the names of each one. There were so many things she could say to the girl, she wanted to say, but it wasn’t worth it.
“Table. Find your table.” Lilanee breathed, straightening her shoulders and opening her eyes to look for her table and hopefully Ezre Vks.
Mister Vks, her friendly companion.
They hadn’t really meant to be friends, it wasn’t like they stood there and said ‘let’s form a platonic bond over our common interests and hates’, yet since Clocks Eve and the visit to the crypts Lilanee had taken to sitting at the same table at meal times. Or in their shared history classes. They shared notes and discussed theories, or rather Lilanee discussed and Ezre tolerated. Listened. Same-same? The point was they had developed a tentative connection, and when it was decided that students remaining on campus absolutely must attend the redtie for St Grumbles, Lilanee had made a good case—with footnotes—on why herself and the quiet Hoxian should attend together. Not together together though, no, just as two like minded students who wanted like minded discussion.
Yes, that was exactly it.
“Where are you Ez…” She whispered nervously, blue eyes scanning the tables with only a hint of worry in her field.
Was she really worried he wouldn’t show up? That was silly. It wasn’t a big deal, it was St Grumbles. A forced event.
Back to regular everyday things tomorrow and all that.