Such excitement and passion. This woman would fair well with the Testa. They treated clothing as a luxurious as if it was the gold that decorated their castle. A strong hold from this woman let Lucinda know she was strong willed.
❝ I believe I understanding this. I like them a lot especially how they come in different colors and designs. It’s very lovely even thought some clothing doesn’t look right on me because of my body type. ❞ Her blue gaze settles upon her attire,
❝ Did you make this design? It looks quiet lovely on you. ❞
“NOTHING IS WORSE,” Her eminence said, with some measure of a neutral tone, though always there was that underlying passion in her – imminent, inevitable, like the eye of a hurricane. “Than human beings SQUEEZING their bodies into clothing that DOES NOT suit them. How delightful it is to see someone who KNOWS the limits of their body, of what CLOTHING looks on them.”
Manicured hands stroke the length of her own clothing, running a hand over sharp curvature. RAGYO KIRYUIN herself handled her body as one might have handled a decoration; ungently, and without an ounce of care for the fragility underneath. “Not I, no. My DEAREST TAILOR handled this design for me —- with all my SPECIFICATIONS in mind.”
“TEA,”Never had she been such a strong PROPONENT of the western ideal of COFFEE, but cafes catered to so much more than the lackluster TASTES of the masses —- thankfully, for her. Her nails she examines, back straighter in the chair. “NO SUGAR.”
With a brief glance around (alas, there was nobody else in the immediate area)it quickly became evident that this gaudy yet elegantly dressed woman was, in fact, referring to herself. Though to an extent, her words rang true, she wasn’t nearly as fearsome as Wrathia. At least, not to Ava. Small hands lifted up to her chest, idly fiddling with the key necklace that hung about her neck as pupils contracted, glowing and bathing her cheeks in the dim light of their unnatural colour.
❝ …Er, you’re– You’re“ Ragyō Kiryūin ”, then…? ❞
“NONE OTHER,”For who was alike RAGYO KIRYUIN herself, who could shake the entire lands of Japan underneath her feet —- who could BEND the world to her will by the strings of their greediness and their vanity? Where she went, the world would follow; the world would bow; the world would break. It was a beautiful thing, her own power, and she wielded it well. Like a true EMPRESS, with her hands coiled tightly around her own empire.
Her eyes followed the movements of the other woman, and then up the necklace onto the eyes, where her own did not leave.
“What exactly?” he gazed up at her hair, bright and colorful. Now, it was rather confusing as to what she was referring to in her statement.
“OH, NO DOUBT YOUaren’t that dense,” Replied the voice of RAGYO KIRYUIN, her disdain for the man’s outfit hardly RESTRAINED within her own voice. Those who did not dress well, those who did not SHOW themselves well —- they were beneath even her PRETENTION. “I’m talking about your OUTFIT. As colorful and HAPHAZARD as it is – but lacking anything even resembling a FASHIONISTA’S touch. Despicable.”
( Before I forget! This is an important announcement regarding my gender —- Please refer to me with they/them/themself pronouns from henceforth. I need to update this in the rules, but! It should be said, of course. )
Also, let me know if I did not reply to an old thread of ours TODAY. I’m recollecting my drafts & I’m sure my activity gave me the middle finger somewhere…
( i’m about 45% unsure on whether hot topic ‘ borrowed ‘ the design or not so if someone knows the shirt & knows another source let me – or aaestus – know y/y )
