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abraxaslogs2023-07-05 08:04 pm
cryptsleeper) wrote in abraxaslogs2023-07-05 08:04 pm
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Who: Alucard and Hilda
When: First half of July
Where: Old Public Hall, after hours
What: Discussing home spheres
Warnings: See thread markers
>[Old Public Hall will always have a sense of home for Alucard. It was the second major project he threw himself into when he came to the Free Cities, and it took well over a year of his life. The need to have a project helped center him, and the progress on the building was something the dhampir could settle against. It was easier to be human shaped with a project, with a need to finish something, and somehow everything else fell into place around the Hall.
It is why he's so comfortable now, comfortable in one of the chairs that occupies what is now Hilda's office. It feels homier somehow. Lived in, in a way he could never make it feel himself. There's a creative energy in it that is markedly different than the architect's need, all precision and properness. Now it's about keeping things running, but also about creating, and enabling others to do the same.
He lets out a little huff, eyes going over to Hilda's. How long have they been talking nonsense this evening?]
--Ah, I still owe you an explanation about the nervousness remark I made back in the Feywilds, don't I?
When: First half of July
Where: Old Public Hall, after hours
What: Discussing home spheres
Warnings: See thread markers
>[Old Public Hall will always have a sense of home for Alucard. It was the second major project he threw himself into when he came to the Free Cities, and it took well over a year of his life. The need to have a project helped center him, and the progress on the building was something the dhampir could settle against. It was easier to be human shaped with a project, with a need to finish something, and somehow everything else fell into place around the Hall.
It is why he's so comfortable now, comfortable in one of the chairs that occupies what is now Hilda's office. It feels homier somehow. Lived in, in a way he could never make it feel himself. There's a creative energy in it that is markedly different than the architect's need, all precision and properness. Now it's about keeping things running, but also about creating, and enabling others to do the same.
He lets out a little huff, eyes going over to Hilda's. How long have they been talking nonsense this evening?]
--Ah, I still owe you an explanation about the nervousness remark I made back in the Feywilds, don't I?
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The dhampir lets out a little snort at the comment about his shirt cut. Gideon had joked about it earlier, how it has become a thing is beyond him. But he turns around as asked.]
Likewise, if you think I'm too wide and might damage your hard work, then we don't need to do this.
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Hilda's hands as she pauses, peering around him to look up at him. ]
I never said you were too wide. Quite the opposite in fact. You're willowy and shapely. I'm jealous!
[ There may or may not have been a little eyelash batting before she resumes her work with the corset, fingers working under the ties and brushing gently against his back as she pulls them through. As willowy and shapely as Alucard is, he's right; the corset simply isn't made for him. Despite that she still makes quick work tying it.
It's definitely looser than a corset would be normally, but it works. Pink eyes peek around his arm being too short to peer over his shoulders especially without her heels having been discarded earlier in the evening. ]
All done! What do you think?
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Really?
[Alucard sounds genuinely surprised by that particular declaration. He's never dwelled much about body shape until now, and only because he doesn't want to ruin Hilda's hard work.
He's not surprised that the sizing is totally off. He has a good sense of his proportions, and the corset was very much not made for them.
Still, the actual look of the garment is lovely, and that's all to her.]
Given that I'm not meant for it in any way, it's going to be very flattering for the actual wearer. [With that, he turns around so that Hilda can appraise the situation properly.]
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Of course! Do you think I'm lying?
[ Insincerity probably looked like it sat well on Hilda. She was good at flattery because it worked on the right person when she needed something, but there's nothing for her to gain here. Alucard is already in the corset after all.
When he turns to show her properly instead of just giving her the view in the mirror Hilda gives a brief round of applause and a delighted smile. It's part in admiration for how her work is coming along and partly because, well. Look at him. ]
I mean, it's still doing something for you in the sense that there's some lifting happening – [ She cuts off, motioning to his chest. Mischief sparks in her gaze. ] I think you could pull a corset off if you really wanted to, Adrian. You could start a whole new fashion trend.
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Alucard does cast a glance downwards, just to see how significant the lift is. It is as Hilda says. Not much, but the boys are definitely higher up.]
I think that's Jaskier's job. His garments for the Fey party were entirely convincing, although I'm not sure if that was a one time thing.
[His eyes glance towards the door.]
Shall we?
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[ She hadn't seen Jaskier's get up at the masquerade which is really a shame. There is no doubt in Hilda's mind that it was probably fabulous and very fitting for the bard.
Hilda slips her arm through his, leading him towards the door, down the stairs and towards the stage. It doesn't take long to set up the stage lights and soon enough she's in the audience watching Alucard from afar. After another beat of admiration she calls out from several rows back - ]
I think I'll need to make the design on the corset bigger. I can barely see it from here.
[ To say that she sounds mildly disappointed is an understatement. More work? At least she's finding out now. ]
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[Gem of the Phoenix can, after all, go so many ways as far as clothing is concerned. There's a joke in there somewhere about how peacock is a better bird fit for his friend, but that's for later and really for Jaskier's ears only.
The next part is done quickly, and Alucard stands on the stage alone, hands on his hips to help emphasize the shape and silhouette that will be made. It is thanks to the hall's acoustics that he doesn't have to yell for Hilda to hear him. Rather, his voice is like he's standing right beside her.]
How much bigger? And will you need to simplify elements?
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(It is! Don't give her any looks.) ]
Maybe...a little bigger? And I'll probably have to simplify them the next time around so it doesn't get too busy.
[ Why didn't she bring her notebook? ]
Is it wearing okay?
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But alas, he does not, and so he can only stand there on the stage, considering.]
You already know you need to do some filing and smoothing stuff out, so I won't waste your time with that part. As for the rest, I'd say it is comfortable enough, especially if the scene is on the shorter end of things. You've done very well.
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With the distance between them she wonders if he can make out the barely restrained curve of her lips and flushed pink of her cheeks at the compliment. A part of her hopes not but that's wishful thinking and something she'll never actually voice aloud to confirm. ]
Aw, shucks. Hopefully the actor wearing it feels the same.
[ There's a brief pause as she continues to admire him on stage in a corset that, while it doesn't fit, still suits him the longer he's in it. When he inevitably comes down from the stage and they make their way back to her office she'll offer him a smile that rides that fine line of teasing and sincere. ] T
he offer is always on the table if you want something like that made. You look good in it.
i think call it here?
Lucky for Hilda, Alucard's good but not perfect. He'll only nod in quiet agreement, and then wait for the signal that he can come down off the stage. It's been a whiplash sort of night, and he is fairly sure it is going to end with him flopping down on some flat surface sooner rather than later.]
If we're ever invited back to the Feywilds, perhaps.
[That part is unsure, but sincere if it ever does happen. Alucard doesn't know if they ever will be, but he suspects that they will be expected to dress up further if that is the case. He may as well encourage more homegrown creativity, rather than relying fully on Fey magic and material.]