la Beauté et le Meilleur
Summer 517 19th
Summer 517 19th
Sometimes things don’t go exactly as planned when he’d said he wanted to intern at Alira’s studio he had hoped to learn to sew, he even knew that it was an Honor to work for the woman her commissions were well respected. He even had prior experience with the woman considering that when he had been in the possession of his master several of his outfits had been purchased here. Alira had been tactful enough not to ask why a slave was no in her presence as an Orphan, one looking to learn a trade at that. Though when the families, and worse, the stryfe are involved, it’s oft best not to ask questions which, she did not. So even when her face puckered in distaste at the idea of having to teach someone who had once been a slave her illustrious trade, when the Gelatos asked, she couldn’t exactly say no.
However his first assignment was one that didn’t exactly please him. In fact it hurt a fair bit. As her Kelvic assistant held him in place and Alira herself worked on the corset she was tightening around him, if the way she yanked the strings was anything to go by she was either taking her irritation out on him or was a sadist. Either way he gritted his jaw and endured it trying to flex his abdomen as best he could to resist the crushing embrace of the corset. Alira for her bad attitude did have some oddities about her, she was one of the few and first people to be aware that Hwyn was a boy, however this fact hadn’t surprised her, or gotten any reaction out of her at all. Nor had she commented on the fact that Eva only ever allowed him to wear such things. After many an agonizing chime she finished her work and went to tidying up the rest of the outfit, from tightening the bust to compensate for Hwyn lack thereof. Then even brushing his now almost thigh length hair the woman wordlessly worked on her prospective student venting her irritation into her work. Her Kelvic slave turning Hwyn about as per his masters commands, Hwyn and the Kelvic while not friends got on well enough out of a mutual understanding of loyalty to their masters and understanding that the strings of fate were well beyond there grasps.
Finally seemingly done with him Alira faced him, straightening the headband and looking at him before touching up the makeup on his face. For all of her eccentricity and poor attitude the woman knew her trade well. Hwyn saw a glimpse of himself in the mirror and was pleased with it. The outfit was decidedly ravokian, dark hues and dull highlights let his natural colors be brought out while maintaining an are of formality. His ruby and mint eyes glowing out from the dark outfit while his long blonde hair hung down his back tied together with a single black satin ribbon, on one way the outfit was fairly simple, but it’s craftsmanship was masterful leaving no need for garish distractions. Giving the Mirror an appreciative twirl he smiled in spite of himself his only complaint his inability to draw in even a single full breath within the confining outfit.
“lovely, well, lovely for an urchin anyways, anyways child if you really do intend to learn from me then you’d better follow all my instructions to a T, knowing how to sew is plebian, having an eye for what is aesthetic and beautiful however is farm more than most will ever accomplish sadly, tis an ugly world. Anyways… you’ll be learning what it means to have a good eye and I’ll be using you as my mannequin and dress up doll until I think you’ve earned otherwise. So, do a good job of looking pretty and we’ll see if there’s even a shred of talent in you.”
Pinching his cheek as she talked it seemed as if being demeaning simply came casually to her. Pulling him to the store front where many other outfits were displayed the woman looked about comparing other palettes to his eyes and hair.
“At the very least you’re lucky that you aren’t exceptionally hard to look at, otherwise I’d never have let you step foot in here.”
Hwyn nodded silently knowing better than to say anything in return and earn a tongue lashing or worse. It was almost a veiled compliment but he was decidedly too uncomfortable to be happy about it. His focus being partially taken by trying to control his breathing and not let his face become a frown or display any of the unpleasantness he was feeling. The Kelvic gave him a knowing look but said nothing seemingly well aware of his mistresses nature. Hwyn hoped some customers would show up and lighten the atmosphere, or at least distract the woman from him.
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