"Red would suit you," Darras counters, as he turns the lapel backwards to study the back side of it. The tailor has done it professionally, done that trick where the seams are all caught up in the inside and the back has the same color as the front. It's very impressive. "What makes you think red wouldn't suit you? You've worn it before, as I recall. Looked amazing in it besides."
He shoots a glance back at her. Then he picks up his coat, which lays forgotten across a near-by chair. He holds it out.
"You'd say that about anything I wear," Yseult replies, waving away his offer of the coat. "I know how it looks. It doesn't best flatter my complexion, especially that shade. It makes me look flushed."
"And whether I care for red is beside the point," she reminds him. There is a rack in a corner of the room, a number of other pieces of various cuts and fabrics hung from it, in a spectrum of shades: deep emerald green and a brighter forest, a few different blues and teals, a range of greys from the pale shade accenting his current outfit all the way to pure black, a wine-dark burgundy, tan like dry sand, even touches of silver and pale gold. Nothing has been said of them, but Yseult brushes fingers along a cuff or two in passing to collect her bag. "You are the one who needs to wear more colors, not me."
"Yes," Darras says, patiently, "I'd say that about anything you wear, and yes, I am the one that's meant to be wearing more colors, you wear loads of colors, I'm not denying that one either--but will you try this one on. For me."
He shakes the coat at her to get her attention on it, as she gracefully picks up her bag. The buttons on it click together from the force of it.
"I'm wearing the coat you picked out for me. And I'll continue to wear it. And I bet I'll come to like it--s' already growing on me--so the least you can do is try this on. For me. For a moment."
Yseult sighs, dropping her bag again with a thump onto a chair, and crosses the room to take the coat from his hand, and pull it on. She frees her hair from the collar and holds her arms out from her sides. "Well?"
It's too big on her, of course, and also too Big, the precise opposite of her personal style.
Immediately, Darras grins. She's stood close enough that he can grab her lapels now--and he does, with a certain kind of gentle intent--tugs her forward, closer to him, so he can lean in and kiss her.
"Thanks," he says, once the kiss has happened. His mouth still nearly on hers, familiar and normal.
She rolls her eyes, but it's fonder for his grin and the way he tugs her near, sanding the edge off her mood. "For proving your jacket doesn't suit me?"
"I'd need a big belt or three. And the sleeves rolled up. And a story about how I won it from a famous pirate. Then I might half pull it off." She bats at his hand flopping the lapel around, rocking on her heels but not pulling away.
"You can pay me back with a more open mind," she says, still a little dry, "I just want you to have nice things and look your best. You need some new clothes, why shouldn't they be a little finer? We can afford it."
Darras makes a quiet scoff, as he takes both lapels into hand now and tugs at her collar.
"I don't mind finer. I like finery. To a point. I don't see why we went so far in the other direction, is all. What's wrong with the clothes I had? Those're what I've been wearing since you've known me. These," he corrects, as he pulls at the lapels again, "are what I've been wearing. And you fell in love with me, as I recall, so they can't be that repellent. Big belt and stories and all."
"The problem is that you've been wearing them since I've known you," Yseult replies, taking her turn to straighten his lapel now, smoothing it into place with a palm, "And it shows. You hardly have any, with all the clothes you took to Deshaies lost or destroyed, and what's left has seen better days. I'm not trying to make you dress like a lord except now when you need to pretend to be one. Just like a man with enough money and a wife who cares to see he looks his best. You don't trust my taste?"
That's an easy get. Darras opposes Yseult in very few things, when all's said and done. In matters of taste, he considers his own taste to be good, for the company he keeps. Less cheap them some, showy in the way that matters. Yseult comes at taste from a different road, with different opinions and factors that must be considered. Better, among the company she can keep up with.
Darras puts his hands over hers, pressing them to his chest, to the soft lapels she'd taken the time to smooth out.
"Is that what I've got? A wife who cares to see I look my best? I do like the sound of that, I'll admit." He leans in to kiss the top of her head, with a grin. "S' a different way of showing I'm a man of money, is all. New tricks t' learn."
"Precisely," Yseult confirms, smiling now. "Just expanding your repertoire." She leans up to press a kiss to his jaw, and then tugs her hands away and steps back. "Now, hurry up and change back, we still need to pick up my gown before we leave. They'll deliver the other clothes when we get back."
He grabs for her wrist before she can pull away--but not too well before; she's gone too quickly for him to hold to. With a sigh, Darras shrugs off the coat.
"Yes, m'lady," he says, as he drapes it over a near-by chair, "anything you say, m'lady--"
But a careful eye might note that he's careful with it, more careful than he might be with his own things. Though of course this is his own thing, now. He glances at himself in the mirror a moment, trying to reconcile the images. A repertoire, is it. Well.
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Date: 2019-09-01 09:20 pm (UTC)He shoots a glance back at her. Then he picks up his coat, which lays forgotten across a near-by chair. He holds it out.
"Try it."
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Date: 2019-09-01 10:03 pm (UTC)"And whether I care for red is beside the point," she reminds him. There is a rack in a corner of the room, a number of other pieces of various cuts and fabrics hung from it, in a spectrum of shades: deep emerald green and a brighter forest, a few different blues and teals, a range of greys from the pale shade accenting his current outfit all the way to pure black, a wine-dark burgundy, tan like dry sand, even touches of silver and pale gold. Nothing has been said of them, but Yseult brushes fingers along a cuff or two in passing to collect her bag. "You are the one who needs to wear more colors, not me."
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Date: 2019-09-01 11:41 pm (UTC)He shakes the coat at her to get her attention on it, as she gracefully picks up her bag. The buttons on it click together from the force of it.
"I'm wearing the coat you picked out for me. And I'll continue to wear it. And I bet I'll come to like it--s' already growing on me--so the least you can do is try this on. For me. For a moment."
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Date: 2019-09-02 12:20 am (UTC)It's too big on her, of course, and also too Big, the precise opposite of her personal style.
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Date: 2019-09-02 04:46 am (UTC)"Thanks," he says, once the kiss has happened. His mouth still nearly on hers, familiar and normal.
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Date: 2019-09-02 05:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-09-02 03:48 pm (UTC)Teasing, he flips the lapel over and back again. Heavy with the weight of the buttons, the fabric falls, limply, however he moves it.
"My thanks was for spending coin on this for me. Unless I'm meant to pay you back now?"
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Date: 2019-09-02 04:46 pm (UTC)"You can pay me back with a more open mind," she says, still a little dry, "I just want you to have nice things and look your best. You need some new clothes, why shouldn't they be a little finer? We can afford it."
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Date: 2019-09-03 05:49 am (UTC)"I don't mind finer. I like finery. To a point. I don't see why we went so far in the other direction, is all. What's wrong with the clothes I had? Those're what I've been wearing since you've known me. These," he corrects, as he pulls at the lapels again, "are what I've been wearing. And you fell in love with me, as I recall, so they can't be that repellent. Big belt and stories and all."
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Date: 2019-09-03 02:16 pm (UTC)cass i'm slackless today
Date: 2019-09-04 07:33 pm (UTC)That's an easy get. Darras opposes Yseult in very few things, when all's said and done. In matters of taste, he considers his own taste to be good, for the company he keeps. Less cheap them some, showy in the way that matters. Yseult comes at taste from a different road, with different opinions and factors that must be considered. Better, among the company she can keep up with.
Darras puts his hands over hers, pressing them to his chest, to the soft lapels she'd taken the time to smooth out.
"Is that what I've got? A wife who cares to see I look my best? I do like the sound of that, I'll admit." He leans in to kiss the top of her head, with a grin. "S' a different way of showing I'm a man of money, is all. New tricks t' learn."
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Date: 2019-09-05 01:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-09-07 04:22 am (UTC)"Yes, m'lady," he says, as he drapes it over a near-by chair, "anything you say, m'lady--"
But a careful eye might note that he's careful with it, more careful than he might be with his own things. Though of course this is his own thing, now. He glances at himself in the mirror a moment, trying to reconcile the images. A repertoire, is it. Well.