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06.17.2012 , 08:10 AM |
Hidden Talents; Confessions
Characters: Amilia'n and Stion'n, my Sorcerer and Juggernaut respectively.
Stion'n lay on the couch, eating small cakes. Amilia was bustling about the room, selecting and re-selecting different articles of clothing. Various different outfits covered the furniture, though some had been clearly cannibalized into others.
"I was just going to wear my armour. If I give it a polish..." Amilia shot her a look, before casting a steely gaze around the room. It was clear what she was implying. "I did read the letter, it's just..." Stion'n popped another cake in her mouth at the next glare and gave up. She had not yet fully recovered from the cave incident and, as much as she would have liked to, could not wear her armour even if she did polish it.
"Here." Amilia indicated to three outfits, picked out from the devastation that had once been Stion'n's wardrobe. They had both been surprised by the amount of clothing the Pureblood had simply acquired during her journeys. In particular a large number had been very formal, very attractive and rather feminine - not something one would imagine for the Lord.
Stion'n chewed her lip in contemplation. The dress was lovely; a beautiful mid-blue, almost turquoise, which flowed like water and clung to all the right places. Amilia had also selected a body suit, a favourite of Stion'n's. She had picked up in a high-end boutique on Dromund Kaas, having fallen in love with the yellow basque top. The third outfit was some black and white two piece with a cowl neck and a skirt.
"You take the dress, I'll have the basque."
Amilia shot her a confused and angry glare.
"This is for you!" The dressed rippled as she waved her hand over it. "You're the one who's going to this little get together, these are your clothes. It's your family!"
"I have a plus one." Stion'n waved the little glass invitation around, after having to rummage for it in the cushions.
"I had assumed you were taking one of the marines."
"Ahaha! Oh no, no. Rochester would steal them from me," She grinned almost maniacally. "And besides, do you have any idea how randy those guys get after they've had a few? I'm still recovering," Amilia raised an eyebrow a this. "From being crushed," There was a slight pause. "In the cave. By the beast!" Amilia nodded, but said nothing.
"Aren't you going there for Lieutenant Windthorpe?" Stion'n shrugged.
"I suppose. It's his brother's engagement party, not ours," She picked up the remaining cake and examined it. "Though I'm sure their dad would like to parade us around as well."
Amilia started to unhook the back of the basque. It may be fiddly, but it was by far going to be the easiest part.
"I was a slave on their estate."
"I know. All the more reason to come back,
I'm starting bring all the other little bits together, hopefully I can end up at the engagement party scene mentioned above.