The merchant squints at the pair of them, her fingers tapping an absent rhythm against the wood of the counter. She looks between Caly’s syrupy drawl and Nova’s starlit mischief, and for a moment, something flickers in her expression—not quite a smile, not quite a smirk. Just the faint upward tick of someone enjoying the show a little more than she’s letting on.
The man, meanwhile, doesn’t budge at first. His eyes narrow as Nova points out the new galaxy silk, and his expression darkens like storm clouds over a warm sea. "That one wasn’t there before," he says flatly, voice rough from a life of shouting over machinery. "And the guy I’m making this for specifically asked for the velvet. Said it reminded him of home."
But then the merchant chuckles low, rubbing the edge of her thumb along her jaw. "Funny, that—‘cause the folks who just took over my favourite bar say it reminds ‘em of Torchline." She steps around the counter, plucks the bolt of navy velvet from the shelf like it weighs nothing, and props it against her hip.
"Tell your Silk Houses client it was snatched up by the Marins," she tells the man, her voice warm but unyielding. "If he wants to complain, he knows where to drink."” With a wink tossed to Caly, she turns back to the counter and thumps the bolt down in front of Nova.
"To the victors go the spoils," she says, plucking a bit of lint from the fabric and brushing it off. "And the marketing opportunity." The man scowls but doesn’t argue—he just mutters something under his breath and storms out with the jingle of the door behind him. The merchant only smiles as she rings them through.
Nice work! Now off you go to get some lighting!
The man, meanwhile, doesn’t budge at first. His eyes narrow as Nova points out the new galaxy silk, and his expression darkens like storm clouds over a warm sea. "That one wasn’t there before," he says flatly, voice rough from a life of shouting over machinery. "And the guy I’m making this for specifically asked for the velvet. Said it reminded him of home."
But then the merchant chuckles low, rubbing the edge of her thumb along her jaw. "Funny, that—‘cause the folks who just took over my favourite bar say it reminds ‘em of Torchline." She steps around the counter, plucks the bolt of navy velvet from the shelf like it weighs nothing, and props it against her hip.
"Tell your Silk Houses client it was snatched up by the Marins," she tells the man, her voice warm but unyielding. "If he wants to complain, he knows where to drink."” With a wink tossed to Caly, she turns back to the counter and thumps the bolt down in front of Nova.
"To the victors go the spoils," she says, plucking a bit of lint from the fabric and brushing it off. "And the marketing opportunity." The man scowls but doesn’t argue—he just mutters something under his breath and storms out with the jingle of the door behind him. The merchant only smiles as she rings them through.
Nice work! Now off you go to get some lighting!
I'm pedal to the metal make no mistake, this is my pity party, pity party
& I'm living out of time, eternal heatstroke
& I'm living out of time, eternal heatstroke
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
