HOTARU
she is a flower, but she isn't soft
when her petals fall, they hit like bullets
when her petals fall, they hit like bullets
Flicking her hair in a plainly mean-girl way, Hotaru sniffs elegantly, smirking. "Of course, why wouldn't I?" Flouncing off imperiously to her own gown, she leaves Talyson to his own devices, confident the man can handle needle and thread given the life he has led for so long. As for herself, her gown requires a level of intricacy that means she cannot spare her attention unless he calls for it.
First she hand-sews the bodice, wanting to keep all the stitches invisible. Once that is done, she gingerly takes the dress off the mannequin to take it to her sewing machine (which in Caido costs more than one pretty penny). It's an old-fashioned thing, but it works far better than hand sewing, especially with the long pieces. The quiet hum of the foot pedal keeps them company as she toils away. It's not hard to make a fitted dress without ruffles or other adornments, so within an hour the base is done - as is her cup of tea. Standing with a cry of triumph, the Valkyrie carelessly rips her shirt off, standing in her bra and leggings as she shimmies into the dress without a care for what Tal does or doesn't see. Stepping around her desk, she twirls, checking the seams and the flow of the gown as she does. "What do you think so far?"
First she hand-sews the bodice, wanting to keep all the stitches invisible. Once that is done, she gingerly takes the dress off the mannequin to take it to her sewing machine (which in Caido costs more than one pretty penny). It's an old-fashioned thing, but it works far better than hand sewing, especially with the long pieces. The quiet hum of the foot pedal keeps them company as she toils away. It's not hard to make a fitted dress without ruffles or other adornments, so within an hour the base is done - as is her cup of tea. Standing with a cry of triumph, the Valkyrie carelessly rips her shirt off, standing in her bra and leggings as she shimmies into the dress without a care for what Tal does or doesn't see. Stepping around her desk, she twirls, checking the seams and the flow of the gown as she does. "What do you think so far?"
