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100wordsTitle: Put On a Show
Original
Rating: PG
Notes: I do not own questionable fashion statements.
“Extravagant,” she says, scolding.
He spins an elegant circle: head thrown back to bare the loop of necklaces around his throat, arms curving over his head to let thick rows of bracelets glitter in the light. The silk brocade hangs loose across his shoulders. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“Hn. True enough.” Something catches her eye; she separates the ring from the pile on the end of her knife, squints assessment. Diamond, she thinks: hard and cold and practical. Scrubs it against her tunic, smearing the red before it dries and crusts in the fittings. “Got us in the door.”
Original
Rating: PG
Notes: I do not own questionable fashion statements.
“Extravagant,” she says, scolding.
He spins an elegant circle: head thrown back to bare the loop of necklaces around his throat, arms curving over his head to let thick rows of bracelets glitter in the light. The silk brocade hangs loose across his shoulders. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“Hn. True enough.” Something catches her eye; she separates the ring from the pile on the end of her knife, squints assessment. Diamond, she thinks: hard and cold and practical. Scrubs it against her tunic, smearing the red before it dries and crusts in the fittings. “Got us in the door.”
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Date: 2017-05-12 11:02 am (UTC)I do not own questionable fashion statements.
Hee!