Complementing Colors

[forsaken_bard]

It never surprised Asmodean how little things changed. They would be attending Graendal's party and Lanfear was determining what he would be wearing. He stood in front of his closet with his hands on his hips, glancing over his shoulder at the beautiful woman in white behind him

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[nights_daughter]

Lanfear smiles poitely at his next choice, but her eyes linger on the red lace at the cuffs and gold ornamentation. She has little doubt that she would wear a similar fall at his throat. Such an odd affectation.

"Not a little bright, perhaps?" she asks innocently.

Really. He should know better - as she wears white, he will look a garish fool in something like that.

[forsaken_bard]

A small sigh before an irritable quip. It was always like this. After all those years and how far they have gone, it was odd how easy it was to slip into familiar habits.

"Should I simply let you choose?

[nights_daughter]

"Only if you feel what I select is acceptable," she says softly.

Her eyes have aready settled on something in soft grey with touches of white lace - always lace - at the cuffs and neck. It will look well beside her white and silver gown. a slender finger indicates.

"Hmm?"

[forsaken_bard]

It would suffice, he supposed. Asmodean was quite tempted to disagree simply because agreeing felt like he was letting her win. He hated that feeling, but in this case, it was easier than prolonging this.

"As you like."