Nimble little fingers sorted through the racks of Savidge Design’s Phoenix 1328 collection. Still not out to the masses, Adonya spoiled the socialite by letting her have her pickings before the collection went public. Amber eyes glazed over as she pulled out a flowery frock.
"Ah! But this is perfect for my sylvari illusion! In fact, I dare say I’d even wear this as myself, as provocative as …wait, that strategically-placed flower. Is that going to show a little underboob, Addy darling?"
Before Adonya could reply, a swirl of shimmery lavender shrouded the socialite illusionist. Specks of light sparked around the area for a second and like the flip of a switch, Lux was clad in the sheer gown, its fabric clinging perfectly to ever curve. And yes, there was that underboob.
She cracked one of her insidious grins in Adonya’s direction, still holding up the actual dress while wearing a mirror image of it.
"Don’t worry! I’m just trying it on as an illusion. I’m still going to buy the physical gown!"
((Blumarine, Spring 2015))
Lux and Laurie as children. She always had to remind him why they were different.
((Love Jen and Kira so much…love this movie arrrgh))
She winks at Mia, "Aye, aye, Captain! I’ll be sure to keep an eye or seven out for you during this week’s shows. It should be over next week! In the meantime, I’ll leave you with this little suede number as a teaser for Phoenix 1328!" ((Right off today’s Milan Fashion Week’s Costume National 2015 spring collection!))
"That’s what I was trying to tell you last night. I’m glad we’re now on the same page. But remember, we’ve to be -very- careful. Neither of us is in any condition to fight should it come down to it, though I don’t think it will…."
She brought her right thumb to her lips, lightly biting its tip as the pretty little gears in her brain turned.
"We need to find a match to the photograph. We have to find out who that man is. That right there is our first clue. Drumand Priory would be a good place to start but…I’m /kind of/ not allowed in there?"
The socialite flashed the designer a smirk, fluttering her lashes innocently.
"There was an incident. Involving cats, balloons, and hallucinogens…. Ask your friend Dell sometime…."
Wrinkling her nose at the swindling norn, the socialite lightly yanked on the gunslinger’s duster’s sleeve.
"Oh, we’re not letting that go…" She huffed.
Taking a deep breath, the kind that made her well-endowed chest puff up, she struck a pose before the norn merchant: One hand on her hip, the other resting on the counter….as she drummed her fingers.
"Excuse me, but you owe us change."
"Listen little miss, I’m a businessman. I think I know how ta count coin."
"Uh, yeah, and so is he. And so does he. And he never makes mistakes. You didn’t give him the correct change," she cleared her throat, gesturing toward Araxus as she spoke.
The gruff merchant stood up, Lux now acknowledging his full stature. Still, her posture remained confident, shoulders back and neck elongated in that regal way of hers.
Flashing the pair a toothy grin, the norn continued: ”Miss, even if I made a mistake….what are ya gonna do ‘bout it, eh?”
Lux grew stiff, simply sideglancing at Araxus before reacting to the rage-inducing rhetorical question that always managed to get the best of her.
"But what if our ideas of freedom are relative? Some find the cities to be suffocating, constraining. They seek the wilderness and nature, calling it freedom. The Zephyrites found freedom in the skies, while seafarers find the ocean to be a great escape. Birds and fish."
She smiles politely, bringing her teacup’s rim to her lips as she takes a small sip.
"Now, if we’re talking about the fundamental idea of freedom…that of choosing what to do whenever you want to do it and so on, that, too, could lead to slaughter in a matter of speaking. Let’s say there were no rules, no moral codes to enforce, no restraints…. Don’t you think that would eventually lead to chaos and strife? If there was no order, no accountability, no laws to abide by? We’d end up at that slaughterhouse anyway, wouldn’t we…"
What went wrong with you.
What terrible thing happened to you in your youth that turned you into this deplorable person. Did you mother abandon you often? Did she beat you? Did your father? Were you punished harshly? What cruelty did you have to endure to twist your heart and soul in such a way you can only think of inflicting the same kind of misery and pain on others.
And why me? Why did you want me, of all people? I stand for everything you hate.
I made a fool out of you. In public, no less. I embarrassed you in front of your peers and I could see in your eyes how desperately you wanted to strangle the last breath out of me. But you put up a front and you defied expectations, wanting to marry me even more at that point. At that point it wasn’t the fortune or the prestige, it was a conquest.
You poisoned my lover. You tortured my friend. You hired a spy to follow me. You imprisoned my protege and forced her to participate in unspeakable acts.
Yet here you are in front of me, and I have to bite my tongue, smile, and pretend all is well…or I’ll run the risk of ruining my best friend’s wedding.
All I want to do is bash your head in a puddle of grime so you can taste the filth and know what it felt like when you pressed your lips against mine.
Then spray you with silver bullets till you resemble a crimson sieve.
But no, I’m smiling. I’m going to keep smiling. And then I’m going to compliment your date. Because that’s how you and I were raised. Oppression and repression are one and the same sometimes. And decorum must be observed.
Ah, decorum. Fuck decorum.
No, no. I can’t. I must exercise restrain. For Amelia’s sake. Can’t cause drama during her big day.
Smile. Smile… Keep your composure. Smile. Flutter your lashes. Blow a kiss. Smile. A toast? Sure. Hand, please don’t shake when I hold my champagne flute up. Smile.
Bullets. Blades. No…shhhh. Smile.
"What a lovely dress you’re wearing!"
Don’t think that way. Don’t wish him ill. You don’t believe in revenge.
Another smile. Lower lip, please don’t quiver.
Deep breaths. Deep breaths.
I don’t believe in revenge.
But I do believe in karma.
And oh, I’m smiling again. It’s a real smile.
((Srsly?! I have THREE more of these in my ask box. I should’ve just said plz ask me that and see if you guys do the opposite then too lol. This is all you’re getting!))