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finalflight2024-09-12 10:58 am
retroductions) wrote in finalflight2024-09-12 10:58 am
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[ soft and flickering with contentment, happily limp in his hand. there is no way she would rather be than herself, and loved for herself, and her heart beats faster. ]
Yes.
[ she takes his hand and slips the ring onto his finger. the disguise... transfers over! easy as that. suspecting he might enjoy it. ]
Yes.
[ she takes his hand and slips the ring onto his finger. the disguise... transfers over! easy as that. suspecting he might enjoy it. ]
[DOES THIS MEAN HE'S A PRETTY VICTORIAN LADY NOW?]
[Then that means he now gets to look like a REAL Irene Adler — figure and all! And yes, it’s just a disguise, but surely it responds to physical touch the same way she did?]
Fascinating! Easy as putting on a ring! Unheard of!
[A bit wide-eyed, he… pushes up a boob????]
Fascinating! Easy as putting on a ring! Unheard of!
[A bit wide-eyed, he… pushes up a boob????]
[ it moves as real breast fat would. soft, warm, and generous. Sprezzatura watches with a faint smile. she thought he'd be interested. ]
Very expensive ring.
Very expensive ring.
[Oh, quite interested. The ease with which he could change his form, the simplicity of putting "on" a disguise!
He drops his hand, his boob jiggling beneath his dress shirt accordingly.]
It must have been, for how real it all appears.
He drops his hand, his boob jiggling beneath his dress shirt accordingly.]
It must have been, for how real it all appears.
Blast! The potential of a near-perfect disguise! The time saved from fussing with my wig, or stuffing my corset, or even painting my face! What ingenuity!
[hnnNNNGHHHHHHHH]
And what a curse it is to live in this backwater world that cannot grace a great consulting detective with an item like this, laden with magic and practicality and the essence of deception-for-the-sake-of-investigation! Why?!
[hnnNNNGHHHHHHHH]
And what a curse it is to live in this backwater world that cannot grace a great consulting detective with an item like this, laden with magic and practicality and the essence of deception-for-the-sake-of-investigation! Why?!
[ she anticipated this kind of reaction. lays back as his dismay unfolds, the smile still in place. he really does... endear her. ]
You are very much going to like your gift, in this case.
You are very much going to like your gift, in this case.
[?? Sholmes lifts his head, becoming slightly less sulky.]
Hmm?
Hmm?
[gasp, PERKS UP A LITTLE]
Disguising? What sort of disguise?
Disguising? What sort of disguise?
Any disguise you like. So long as you wear hat.
[
]
We must try it at once!
[Not Sholmes forgetting why they came in here.]
]We must try it at once!
[Not Sholmes forgetting why they came in here.]
[ she falls back on the bed with the rustle of newspaper, one arm draped across her eyes. hha. well. he is who he is, and that's the man she loves.
so, in a soft, defeated, but warm tone: ] ...It is in my bag.
so, in a soft, defeated, but warm tone: ] ...It is in my bag.
[Poor Sprezzatura.
Sholmes pushes himself off the bed, darts towards the door, unlocks it-]
Back in two shakes!
[-and he’s off, going to scrounge around in her bag for this magnificent hat. He’ll return once he’s found it.]
Sholmes pushes himself off the bed, darts towards the door, unlocks it-]
Back in two shakes!
[-and he’s off, going to scrounge around in her bag for this magnificent hat. He’ll return once he’s found it.]
[ he's an unstoppable force, sprinting out half-nude, looking like her...
she exhales a small sigh and pillows on one arm, and like that she'll wait!
he will find her luggage brimming with the nicest clothing she could afford, and Iris' gifts gently wrapped in tissue. there is only one hat, despite the propensity of the Victorian women to wear one with nearly every outfit, so that must be it. a small, elegant felt cap, also wrapped. she'd clearly meant to give it to him in a different manner than this. ]
she exhales a small sigh and pillows on one arm, and like that she'll wait!
he will find her luggage brimming with the nicest clothing she could afford, and Iris' gifts gently wrapped in tissue. there is only one hat, despite the propensity of the Victorian women to wear one with nearly every outfit, so that must be it. a small, elegant felt cap, also wrapped. she'd clearly meant to give it to him in a different manner than this. ]
[For what it's worth, he doesn't make her wait too long. The felt cap is found and unwrapped, and though he is so very eager to plop it onto his head as soon as possible, he'll wait long enough to return posthaste to his room, closing the door behind him. Miraculously remembering to lock it again because he is still, ah, half-dressed.
Moves to his bed and plops down on it next to her.]
This?
Moves to his bed and plops down on it next to her.]
This?
That is it, yes. [ propping herself up on an elbow, because... well, she does want to see his reaction. that was the entire point. ] You put it on, choose your disguise, and... there you are.
This was also very expensive.
This was also very expensive.
[He can only imagine. If the ring was pricy, then surely this was too, if not more so.]
Oh... Sprezzatura, you needn't have spent so much on me.
[Not that he isn't delighted to have this, you know. Speaking of the ring: Sholmes removes it first, then hands it to her, the illusion dispersing.]
Oh... Sprezzatura, you needn't have spent so much on me.
[Not that he isn't delighted to have this, you know. Speaking of the ring: Sholmes removes it first, then hands it to her, the illusion dispersing.]
[ at this, an unpleasant smile. ]
Oh. Eunoia and Selcouth funded this.
[ what's a little pilfering between fucking family, hm? the vile spite in her face melts away, though, when he slips her ring back into her hand. she can't bear to think of such wretched people here. ]
Oh. Eunoia and Selcouth funded this.
[ what's a little pilfering between fucking family, hm? the vile spite in her face melts away, though, when he slips her ring back into her hand. she can't bear to think of such wretched people here. ]
[Ah. Well, then he feels-]
Then I feel far less guilty about it, ha!
[Good. Sprezzatura's parents don't require the consideration; and besides, likely they don't miss the money, either.
He gives the hat a little spring as he holds it in both hands, grinning wide.]
Shall we give this a try, then?
Then I feel far less guilty about it, ha!
[Good. Sprezzatura's parents don't require the consideration; and besides, likely they don't miss the money, either.
He gives the hat a little spring as he holds it in both hands, grinning wide.]
Shall we give this a try, then?
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