Lilacs in her hair!
Who: Chane Laforet and Claire Stanfield!
What: Claire is going to give Chane something for Valentine's Day!
When: Valentine's Day: Valentine's Day AM, February 14th, the year 20Valentine's.
Where: In town at a local tailor! Then wherever.
Rating: ... G-PG.
Warning: ...We might get lazy and switch to quick log.
She listened to conversations and watched people as she walked in the town, enjoying her time away from both the Castle and that noisy journal. It was her first time venturing out this far, and she willed herself not to focus too hard on observing the differences between the natives and the residents of the Castle. She did as she was told, and made her way to the shop at the designated time.
Chane Laforet was quite good at doing as she was told.
When she opened the door, she was greeted by a tailor that spoke (Babelfish) French.
"N'avez pas tenu l'odeur," the man sniffed, his mustache curled up at the ends to emphasize his Cheshire-like smile. "J'ai pris."
The silent woman's expression remained neutral for a moment, and she made sure not to inhale too sharply. After a polite and acknowledging nod, her eyes turn sharp as the tailor speaks her name.
She gives him a questioning and slightly suspicious look as he gestures to an elegant dress of pale lilac. Chane stared at it for a good long while, as if it were the strangest thing she had ever seen. Though beautiful to look at, she knew who it was from, and she wasn't certain how to feel.
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It takes Chane ten minutes to convince herself to put the dress on, two minutes to actually get it on, and another ten minutes to stare at herself in the mirror, flushed with uncertainty. It was sleek, easy to move around in, and customized for her daggers specifically.
He's too strange for me, Chane thought to herself, turning to stare at her back in the mirror. She pushed her hair up and turned to look at herself at a different angle, tilting her head curiously and forgetting about the tailor's awkward presence entirely.
What: Claire is going to give Chane something for Valentine's Day!
When: Valentine's Day: Valentine's Day AM, February 14th, the year 20Valentine's.
Where: In town at a local tailor! Then wherever.
Rating: ... G-PG.
Warning: ...We might get lazy and switch to quick log.
She listened to conversations and watched people as she walked in the town, enjoying her time away from both the Castle and that noisy journal. It was her first time venturing out this far, and she willed herself not to focus too hard on observing the differences between the natives and the residents of the Castle. She did as she was told, and made her way to the shop at the designated time.
Chane Laforet was quite good at doing as she was told.
When she opened the door, she was greeted by a tailor that spoke (Babelfish) French.
"N'avez pas tenu l'odeur," the man sniffed, his mustache curled up at the ends to emphasize his Cheshire-like smile. "J'ai pris."
The silent woman's expression remained neutral for a moment, and she made sure not to inhale too sharply. After a polite and acknowledging nod, her eyes turn sharp as the tailor speaks her name.
She gives him a questioning and slightly suspicious look as he gestures to an elegant dress of pale lilac. Chane stared at it for a good long while, as if it were the strangest thing she had ever seen. Though beautiful to look at, she knew who it was from, and she wasn't certain how to feel.
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It takes Chane ten minutes to convince herself to put the dress on, two minutes to actually get it on, and another ten minutes to stare at herself in the mirror, flushed with uncertainty. It was sleek, easy to move around in, and customized for her daggers specifically.
He's too strange for me, Chane thought to herself, turning to stare at her back in the mirror. She pushed her hair up and turned to look at herself at a different angle, tilting her head curiously and forgetting about the tailor's awkward presence entirely.