[Feldspar Tailoring] A Stitch in Time... (Juniper)

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Sat Sep 07, 2019 6:22 pm

Dentis 33, 2718 | 14th Hour
Feldspar Tailoring
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Vanity wasn't a foreign concept to Drezda and she was a woman who had always taken great pride in her appearance. In truth, the young Hoxian took great pains to present herself in a particular way. She tried to use her natural assets to her advantage, to package herself favourably. Beauty could be used as a weapon and as a source of strength. Many people were intimidated by a beautiful woman who held confidence in her appearance. It was an image that she attempted to project while out in public and in private, she also went to a great deal of effort to maintain something of it. Her looks, her means of dress and use of cosmetics, and her demeanour were all wrapped up in her sense of self-confidence.

So much of what the young woman did was an act though. Her public political persona, the strong Hoxian woman arrogant, in control and perhaps at least a little bit in love with herself. Some masks were easier to wear than others, so comfortable that you could slip them on with ease. Some of them fit so well that they were nearly impossible to take off as if fused to the skin, requiring oh so much effort to lever off. It fit so well that people didn't realise how low the woman's self-esteem and that compliments were quite welcome and often necessary. She usually fed on what she could get because most people avoided saying nice things about her; she was too scary to most people for that.

Juniper's reaction was unexpected and while it was non-verbal, it conveyed as much as words could if not more. Internally, a warmth grew within her, self-satisfaction and pleasure glowing within her and although her expression remained unchanged aside from raised brows, she was smiling inside. His response wasn't a libidinous one but one purely based on a joy of aesthetics, an appreciation that she rarely got from men unless they weren't actually interested. Although it was muted at the moment, no doubt because of his professional role he was currently engaged in, the tailor seemed to have a strong flamboyancy about him. That was no guaranteed indicator of his sexuality but there was definitely something in it. Drezda saw a great deal of Luca in him and her passive servant was a flaming homosexual so it was possible that she was simply projecting.

Or she was seeing commonality between them. Birds of a feather after all...

Even the thought that she could share such a thing with a wick made her want to wrinkle her nose. She didn't allow her thoughts to escape her careful control.

"It's... a rather Hoxian taste," she responded neutrally, praying that the warmth of pleasure at his compliments hadn't resulted in spots of colour.in her cheeks because her visage certainly felt hotter than before. She was simply emulating something she'd seen in her homeland, a particular style that she couldn't really take credit for, even if she had had a hand in the design of this dress.

His query was met with a quick, curt nod, the man hardly needing her permission to carry out his job and certain that the question was more of a courtesy given that he was already moving, already ready to carry on regardless of her answer. The redhead took his time to examine the applique he'd so temporarily pinned. While he did so, she resisted the urge to look down, staring impassively ahead while her spine remained rigidly erect. Only when his hands moved carefully beneath the garment's hem did her calm crack and splinter.

A wobble of distress went through her field, mona crackling briefly apart in a slight flex before the particles were tugged in tightly, humming discordantly against each other. Her inhalation was audible, air gasped over slightly parted lips as her throat moved, a spasm of fear as she swallowed quickly, feeling ready to choke as the breath she'd so hastily dragged into her lungs screamed to escape. A jolt in her chest, a sensation of suffocation that made her want to pant as her onyx eyes widened.

Fear. Discomfort. Horror.

It reached its peak when his skin brushed her own, the galdor doing her utmost to control herself. She couldn't let this wick frighten her, couldn't allow him to witness her weakness and yet how could he fail to notice it when her field was basically on top of his feeble little glamour, the agitation of the mona surrounding her unmistakable and unmissable. Just because he was a man didn't mean- She wasn't in danger simply- This was his job, she couldn't react so poorly every time a man touched her but damn it, he'd touched her thigh. How could she refrain from feeling fear? From feeling sickened and horrified?

And then it was over, the diplomat able to breathe again, air shuddering in although she certainly couldn't breathe easily as of yet.

The young woman took a careful step back from him, not too fast but a little jerky, certainly lacking her usual grace before she turned her back on him, the mask of her face not quite right just yet. The curtain was a welcome barrier, her reactions hidden from view as her control over her own body slipped while she got her field in order. For a moment, it looked as if the Hoxian was ready to collapse to the floor in a sobbing lip as her lip trembled and her legs sagged. But she soon got herself back under control, breathing normally again even though she felt horribly shaken.

Returning to her more casual daywear, the diplomat placed the gown neatly over her arm and ready to return herself to Juniper's presence, calm and unruffled once more. The garment was passed to him without ceremony, the young woman resuming her seat as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. This time, she was a little less inclined to watch him work, her gaze seeking an alternative form of distraction as she considered the shop's interior once again.

"It's a very underappreciated style here, largely because it doesn't agree with Anaxi fashion. Anaxi women still have a penchant for sleeves although they are rather less... extravagant than they were only a few years ago. We value styles that show off skin, largely because our kingdom is so cold. If you show skin, it means that you're well off enough to afford to heat your dwelling sufficiently," she confided, the explanation allowing her a chance to talk about something trivial, trying to throw her mind down that rather innocent trail of conversation.

"I'm surprised that it's a fashion that interests you given your background. The culture is very different here and our opinions on beauty differ. What is becoming in Anaxas is... not necessarily becoming in Hox and vice versa."

White teeth flashed briefly as she dragged them back over her lower lip, dark eyes returning to him and his work.

"Will this take long?"

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