ravkanwitch | [closed post: shadow and bone]

[closed post: shadow and bone]

Nina is back in the library but with a different task in mind today. She has a couple books on weaponry spread out on the table in front of her this time and she's flipping through them idly, glancing at some designs. Weapons have never been her forte; who needs them when all you need to do is think and squeeze a hand and be able to incapacitate a man that way? But death - death is more fickle than life. She can't just defend herself with the concept of death, especially in a place that seems to lack it. No bodies to control, no graves with secrets to collect. She needs something more substantial.

And yet, it's a slow process. She finds herself distracted, thinking about the day of visitors. Seeing Kaz Brekker in the flesh again. Liu Mingyan. Speaking with Baghra about the Darkling. She's thinking about the long, long life that must have led to lead him to who he is now. She's not necessarily sad, just -- pensive. Lost in thought.

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He makes a slow turn for her so she can get a full picture. "I'll try on anything thou wouldst have me try, to get an idea of how things look. I do realize I have very little shape to work with."

By now, they’ve made it to one of Nina’s favorite wardrobes. It makes sense that they’re all pulling random clothes from somewhere — maybe the same somewhere — but for some reason, she feels like this particular one has the most flattering pieces.

“Well, let’s see…” She says, starting to pull out a few gowns, looking for ones with the neckline and straps she’s been thinking of and the bodice that Sagramore wants. She hands a few to him. “Do you want to try these on and see how they feel?”

Sagramore takes the gowns as she hands them to him, and puts them down on the unused bed while he unbuttons his shirt. "I think that's an excellent idea." And in short order he's slipping into the first one, a dark green off-the-shoulder affair with a sweetheart neckline and a full skirt. His chest is too flat for the bodice to be displayed to best effect, and his waist and hips too narrow for it to have much shape, but when he spins experimentally the skirt does an excellent flare.

"That," Nina says, pointing to the flare. "That's what you want when you dance. That's fun. I think I like the neckline on that one, too."

"Yes," his eyes lighting with pleasure as he twirls again for good measure. "I think I need one with more structure, otherwise?" He glances at her for confirmation. "Something that makes a shape for me?"

"Yes, especially on the top and around the waist," she agrees, though she grins at him jokingly. "If I could share, I would."

"Bite thy tongue. Thou art perfectly formed, I'd take no single part of thy bounty." Sagramore unzips the dress and shimmies out of it before reaching for the next-- it has a fit and flared shape, narrowing at the waist and then flouncing outward, and it creates some of the shape he's looking for, more of the impression of hips and backside.

"Oooh," Nina says, admiring. "I think I like the fit of that a lot better. Didn't you say you wanted something with stays as well? That'll also create more shape. But -- with something closer to the collar of the first one, I think."

"I like frivolous things like laces." And Laertes undoing those laces. "But yes, I like the neckline thou first chosest. Let's try again."

Now that Nina has a better idea of what he’s looking for, she focuses really hard on bringing all the elements together and opens the wardrobe again — and it’s promising, it really is, but it’s distinctly fuschia, which is probably not the color he’s looking for.

She makes a face. “Well, see how this fits you, at least.”

He laughs, but changes into the new dress -- the fit is perfect, and the stays fit snugly around his chest, the neckline creating the impression of the swell of breasts. Immediately he turns for the mirror, and his expression is delighted. "That's perfect! I mean, not the color, obviously, but otherwise--"

“Nice fit. Nice collarbones too,” Nina says, appreciatively. “Maybe you try? You had a specific shade of red in mind, didn’t you?”

"Yes, that's imminently sensible." He reaches into the wardrobe and pulls out nearly the same gown, but this time in the rich red of a sun sunk nearly to the horizon. The stays are brocade, the embroidery a pattern of sprays of Solomon's seals, and the sweeping, gathered skirt is satin, and moves fluidly around his legs when he holds it against his body. He whirls around to show her.

Nina claps her hands together. "Perfection," is all she says.

"Now thee," eagerly. "What wilt thou wear?"

"Is there a dress code?" She asks, curiously. "I've been dressing differently since I arrived here -- more simple, honestly, but I don't want to wear anything too traditional or sleek. I want something fun."

"Thou shouldst wear whatever thou wouldst love to dance in -- as I will."

"Hmm," Nina thinks. She closes her eyes for a moment. After opening them, she opens the wardrobe and pulls out a beautiful gown with a bit of a v-neck, a mildly corseted front, and a lot of tulle. The only problem is that it's black. "Well, fitting for a Corpsewitch," she says, a little wryly. "Also not the color I was looking for -- but we'll see if it fits."

She isn't too concerned about changing in front of Sagramore (he's seen a lot more and she's seen a lot more) but she does turn around and quickly change into it facing away from him. After that's done, she spins back around again and does a little twirl.

Sagramore averts his gaze politely, although she's quite right, and he hadn't been particularly shy about changing in front of her. When she turns around again he applauds her twirl.

"Aye, that's too dour a color for thee, but the shape of it is splendid. Thou wilt have every eye on thee."

Nina grins at him, giving the dress another tentative swirl. “I’ll try and find a better color. Are you anxious about the dance at all? Excited? I mean, you’re already married — but the dance will be so symbolic and meaningful.”

"Anything that pleases thee will suit. --This isn't the sort of thing that makes me anxious," with a laugh. "He knows I love him. I just want him to have a wonderful time. And, ideally, to dance with Enjolras."

“We’ll all have a wonderful time,” Nina reassures him, squinting one eye at the wardrobe. Maybe that will help. This time, she pulls out a dress very similar to the one she’s wearing — except in a beautiful burgundy color.

“And Enjolras? He and Laertes are… together?” She asks, curious. She rarely asks him about his romantic life and his partners since he can be so secretive about it — but they’ve only become closer over time.

"Yes," his voice gone soft with affection. "Laertes loves him. I'm glad of it. We're built so similarly, and I wouldn't want him to think he couldn't love other friends or try out every possible way of enjoying himself. It's good. But," he adds, with a grin, "I do want to see whether Enjolras and I can fluster him."

Nina laughs approvingly, changing into this other gown. “You’re terrible.”

The burgundy gown on now, she gives him another spin. It fits about the same but the dark color of it goes well with her brown hair and emphasizes her green eyes. “Much better. The color, I mean.”

"I like to be terrible. It's good for me."

And then, "Jesu, it's marvelous. It makes the color of thine eyes more rich."

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