The Missed Stitch

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Teagan Fern

    White to Yellow
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The Missed Stitch
« on: February 06, 2018, 12:18:26 PM »

Teagan flipped the sign on the door from Closed to Open, drawing the bolt back and checking that the door handle hadn't stuck. It did that sometimes. Not today though, the door swinging open, bell tinkling away to let her know. Smiling brightly, she let it swing closed again and went back to fussing at the shelves. Technically, she was ready to start the day, but something wasn't quite right.

She just couldn't put her finger on it!

Not that she had long to find that elusive something. Her first customer strolling in shortly after she'd unlocked the door, a petite, blonde creature that look straight out of a story book. Happily Teagan helped her find what she needed. A young bride, buying the last few essentials for her household. The small things that were easily forgotten in the rush of love. Notions boxes suddenly empty. Linens suddenly lacking.

Of course, a new hat for a honeymoon get away was always very useful. Teagan was holding the door open, biding the lady farewell when he showed up. Her fingers curled around the beveled frame of the door glass. It was early hours yet for a man to be looking so put together, Teagan thought, blushing as he chose her store for his next stop. Surely he had just come from somewhere important.

"Good morning!" Was it still morning? Teagan wasn't sure, too afraid to look at the clock to check. The street was bright enough that it could have been either side of noon. She had been quite a while with the new bride. "Can I help you find anything?" Some just liked to browse, she knew, but he didn't seem the type to wander a notions section, or linger over ribbons. Made he needed a hat! Teagan peeked at his hair.

It would be a shame to cover those curls, she had to admit to herself. He had managed to tame them most perfectly.



Willoughby Willowbank

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Re: The Missed Stitch
« Reply #1 on: February 06, 2018, 01:32:59 PM »
A few hours would have to be enough. It was all Willoughby had to spare. Between supervising the infirmary full of baffled apprentices and apprenticing himself there was hardly a moment to breath these days. He had asked for it, of course, and agreed. Let them heap the work on when he knew damned well he’d be up late each night listening to River recount every half tick of emotion from their queenling’s face. Torn between the duties of family and court. Coasting through well enough but the constant press of other people was wearing him thin.

So the day after the pup and lady were off to Rodgau (without him, of course, because he couldn’t be spared to go) Willoughby planned a few hours in which to be alone. After the morning flurry of business; before the afternoon rush of courtesans looking for brews. He had slept alright, at least. His bed oddly unoccupied with River gone. No one stirring him awake at midnight with pacing, or having to stick a sleep aide down anyone’s throat.

Still dressed for court and adorning his best pretend smiles he swept through a shop filled with teapots and coffee decanters. A replacement carafe for the one that had mysteriously gone missing. Shiny and new but otherwise exactly like Lord Redgrove’s favorite. And a second one, just in case.

Then on to the tailors for a much needed fitting. Winsol would be soon, so he’d need a suit fine enough to wear to whatever celebrations the territory court hosted. While he was there the dour old warlord running the place let him have a peek at Wren’s dress. When sweet talking failed light fingers managed to obtain a swatch of spare fabric as well. For finding a nice gift to match.

What sort of gift he wasn’t sure. Not until he was on the street again. A fair haired young woman nearly bumping into him as they passed one another. Too busy watching the upturn of his mouth to notice how close they came. He was still laughing away her mumbled apologies, feeling the cock of the roost when he spotted her.

Fair as anything. The sort of pretty that made your chest- and other things- clench tight. Wetting his lips he chased the trail of rosy color across her cheeks with keen eyes. Then swept the rest of her just quickly enough to be polite. Bottom to top, settling on her wide hazel eyes. Hand reaching into his pockets as he moved a step closer. ”It really is.” He agreed. A few hours. It would have to be enough. He didn’t really need to see the barber this week anyway. The hair could wait!

”May I come in?” He asked, head ducking with a playful smile towards the door she stood in. ”I’m looking for a gift. Something that says ‘Please don’t fire me, lady, it was in your best interest I swear.”

be with me, darling, early and late

Teagan Fern

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Re: The Missed Stitch
« Reply #2 on: February 06, 2018, 04:07:25 PM »

Teagan leaned a little closer to the door, shoulder, hip, cheek bumping against it. Color heightening. She'd had fancy gentlemen in before, of course. Handsome ones too. She didn't know why this one made her blush so painfully. Lips tucked against her teeth, smile threatening to be giddy instead of welcoming. He was a customer!

"I'm sorry. Yes of course." Foolish! Unprofessional. Teagan could hear her aunt scolding as she swung the door wider, moving it and herself out of his way. She peeked at him, as he came in, brushing her hair from her face and trying to remember just where she was. Working. Listening to him, a customer, explain what he needed. Teagan laughed softly, blushed a little harder, and shut the door behind him.

"I might be able to help with that." A Prince, she thought, though there was something warmer than that to him. A well dressed, well trained Prince. Teagan wondered what sort of lady he belonged to. "Do you suppose she'll believe you?" Rocking forward, because she herself believed him. Wondering if maybe his lady was a little more particular. Some were, Teagan knew. Taking a bit more to mollify, to believe.

He would look very dapper in a hat, though it was a shame to his curls.

Either way, how forgiving his lady was, would, of course, affect what sort of gift she steered him to. She twitched a pleat in her green skirt, nervous fidgeting, before really joining him in the shop. Teagan had to look away, to look around, to judge and weigh and try and guess what might suit him best. Or his lady, more importantly.

Mouth dry, stomach fluttering.

"I, ah, do have some ready made hats." Not a real gift shop to be sure. Teagan was determined to find him something, however, just to keep him a little longer.
 For the good of the business. Every sale was important. "And a recent shipment of ribbon, if she likes that sort of thing." Did he?

Willoughby Willowbank

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Re: The Missed Stitch
« Reply #3 on: February 06, 2018, 10:37:10 PM »
”Don’t be, Willoughby insisted softly. Happy to already have an excuse to squeeze in close. Sliding through the doorway without taking his eyes away from the pleasing rosiness of her cheeks. Pretty mouth set in a bright smile. His own lips turned up to flash his teeth too. Not quite so intensely as the witch did. It was fine for a lady to smile hard, though, not as intimidating as it might seem when a man did.

You had to be gentle when you were male. Soften the hard lines of your personality. Or bury them deep enough a woman trusted you before they were carefully bared for her to judge.

Too soon for that now, of course. They were just meeting. He didn’t even know her name yet!

”I do hope so.” He wasn’t ready to leave. Head tilting slightly Willoughby considered the question. Would Wren believe him? How angry would she really be? He supposed it would depend on how River behaved. ”I’m... not sure. Not sure it matters, even, she’ll probably be at least a little upset anyway.” His teeth flashed again briefly. It was hard to do the polite thing and look away. One finger scratched thoughtfully at his cheek while he forced himself to looked around.

Only interested in one thing now, if he were being honest. She was a blushing creature though and he didn’t want to make her nervous with the attention.

A tidy little shop. Filled to brimming with odds and ends and more hats than he thought he had ever seen before. Every sort and type. He stepped farther in, wondering why he had never developed an affinity towards hat wearing. Perhaps he’d have to take it up. If all haberdasheries employed such lovely women.

”She’s a hard person to read, Lady Cloverbridge. My cousin has had more luck getting to know her, but he isn’t here to help me decide.” He chatted to fill the void, not wandering far from the center of his focus. The still unintroduced lady. ”Ribbon. I’ve seen her mark her book pages with ribbon.” That seemed promising. And like it would take a while.

Turning his gaze back to the witch he offered his hand, ”I’m Willoughby, by the by. Lovely shop you have here.”

be with me, darling, early and late

Teagan Fern

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Re: The Missed Stitch
« Reply #4 on: February 06, 2018, 11:47:33 PM »

His smile went very nicely with his curls. Just enough teeth between lips that made Teagan lick the back of her own. Unfair for a man to have such plump ones. Even and pouty. Very unfair indeed, Teagan decided, clinging to the door as he slid past.

Customer!

She tried not to fuss as he thought. Adjusting one of the displays. Pinching a pleat on her skirt. Touching the buckle of her belt. Never really looking away. She was supposed to be helping him after all. All but bouncing when he answered. She smiled back, head ducking to hide her blush. Not helpful at all!

”I can’t imagine you could have done any too terrible,” she offered in his defense. Following him at a polite distance as he explored the shop. Teagan had tested it, that distance. Experimenting on customers. Making notes. It varied depending on various factors, but she had found a very good distance that worked well on most. Her aunt called it stalking. Teagan thought it was just good customer service.

”Lady Cloverbridge..” The name sounded familiar. Teagan had a feeling she should know it. A little worried that she didn’t. Teagan came a little closer. ”Sounds like you have been getting to know her, too.” She pointed toward the wall of ribbon. Rolls and rolls of ribbon, tucked into little cubbies, or lined on shelves. Ribbon by the piece, rounds fitted along wooden rods.

Tucking her hair back again, Teagan came close enough to fit her hand into his. She could feel it then, that warmth beneath his caste. A caste within a caste. Healer, it whispered to her, soft and sweet and gentle like.

”Teagan,” she offered. Willoughby. Now there was name you didn’t hear every day. Her smile came with a quiet hum. ”Thank you. It is a pleasure to meet you, Prince Willoughby. Shall we pick your lady out some ribbon?” Customer!

Willoughby Willowbank

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Re: The Missed Stitch
« Reply #5 on: February 07, 2018, 12:38:31 AM »
Slay him now Mother Night how was his heart still beating? Pretty girls had blushed and fanned their lashes at him plenty. That happened when you were a fit man of a certain age. Doubly so when you spent a year or two mentoring little healer apprentices at a Dendrabelle district court. But this girl- women really even though she batted her eyes like a doll on her virgin night... She was entirely too attractive for his smirking to work so well!

”Aha,” He grinned, shoulder bobbing up towards his ear bashfully as he disagreed. It was such a long story, though, and not about this girl. He didn’t really want to explain. ”Not terrible per say. I made her room with her escort. She, er, has trouble opening up. And he’s the sort that needs a lot of attention. They’re both better in close quarters, but she’d never try it on her own.”

Did this young woman like close quarters? He couldn’t help admiring the shapely legs peeking out beneath the fabric of her skirt. Daydreams of what might lie under the pretty blouse were interuppted by his lady’s name repeated at him. He cleared his throat, looking away with a flush at having been caught staring. ”Yes. A new apprentice to Lady Crag.”

Maybe it was true, he was getting to know her even though she tried to keep him at arms length. Shrugging lightly he ran a finger over a fine felt hat on the display nearest. ”I just happened to notice. I couldn’t even tell you what it is she likes to read.” Something interesting, he supposed. Wren certainly enjoyed pulling them out any time there was a second to spare.

Yes, safe boy, nice boy, gentle boy. He could feel the pull of his caste working at the air around her. A pretty name to match the pretty rest of the woman. Willoughby groaned internally, every pore on his skin tingling to conceal his want. Naughty, naughty, naughty! Barely settling to a tolerable itch once she finally crept up beside him. Near enough a good cough or twitch would have their hands skimming.

He knew the second she sensed it, the deeper caste. Always slightly overpowered by the maleness of his princehood. But everyone reacted the same way, relaxed more to some degree, once they caught the scent. What was more dependable than a steady healer prince? The dedicated the studies took was often enough to prove they were a class of men apart.

Enough. His hand brushed hers, almost casually except the space between them was suddenly heavy with the potent tinge of desire. Then in another second it was gone, buried, mastered. ”Sorry.” The ever present hint of gravel in his voice more noticeable when he whispered.

Good, gentle, safe Willbe his eyes promised as he stared at her again instead of the ribbons she pointed towards. ”Yes lets.” Only half aware of what he agreed to. Anything was fine. So long as he got to stand this close to her a while longer. ”Show me your favorite.”

be with me, darling, early and late

Teagan Fern

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Re: The Missed Stitch
« Reply #6 on: February 07, 2018, 09:36:56 AM »

"Oh!" Teagan squeaked, covering her mouth with the back of one hand, to stifle the giggle that escaped there. The bridge of her nose a shining pink. She was not sure she was supposed to be hearing these sorts of things! As if she were eavesdropping on the lady in question. But he had volunteered the information. Wiping her chin with her wrist, Teagan tucked her hand back down into a more natural position. "I hope it works out for them."

Oh, he was blushing too. For a moment she was mesmerized. The curve of his cheek just barely visible as he looked away, flushed a little too. Licking her lips, Teagan rubbed cool fingers over her own scalding cheeks, trying to calm some of the color there. Really, this was ridiculous, and unseemly! He was a customer.

"I have heard of her. I think they mentioned it in the papers a month or so ago." She really did enjoy reading the society section. All those glamorous lives being lead around her. Even touching hers, in these small ways. Beautiful young men parading through her shop to buy ribbons and bobbles for real ladies. Teagan sighed herself out of her daydreams.

"You still noticed," she assured him, peering up at him furtively. He was so devilishly handsome, almost pretty with it. That sort of male beauty you didn't find often, lacking the hard, dangerous lines, or any sort of roughness. They touched for a brief moment. Knuckles brushing knuckles. Teagan's fingers twitched, as if she would reach for more, but he withdrew, apologizing for the sudden heat in the air. Her skirts trembled, shiver running down her spine.

"It's alright." Reassurance, though Teagan wasn't really sure which was up, down, or alright at all. Staring up at him with wide, wide eyes. It took her a moment to remember. Customer! The desire tucked away, vanished, some sort of daydream. A deep breath, and she smiled, careful not to exhale all over him. "Right, then. This way." Her hands brushed her hips, tucked behind her back so she could pinch them together. Turning she strolled up to the ribbon wall and tried to make a decision.

Her favorite?

"This one, I think." A bold blue ribbon, soft as a kitten, and edged in sparkling silver lace. "It's a little presumptuous, but such a nice color. I the lace gives it a little more depth." She unwound a strip of it, so he could see it better. Reached too, for an unopened roll, standing on tiptoe. "I'm also partial to yellow. But I've never seen the Lady Cloverbridge, so I cannot say if it will clash with her own coloring. It does that, yellow." She set it on a sideboard, searching for another. "She wears the Grey? I do have some nice grey satin ribbon somewhere..."

Willoughby Willowbank

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Re: The Missed Stitch
« Reply #7 on: February 07, 2018, 04:16:04 PM »
An impish smile on his lips Willoughby displayed his hopefulness with raised eyebrows and lifted shoulders. If it didn’t work out they’d probably hear the explosion from here. Of course he didn’t really believe they would hurt one another. River, certainly, would never hurt Wren, or let her hurt anyone that didn’t deserve as much. They could do some damage though, those two together. He didn’t say so. Just kept smiling. There was no reason to risk fretting the sweet girl with details about the jewels involved.

Hands creeping around his back he clasped both wrists. Did his best not to rock on his heels like a sheepish boy. The corners of his gray eyes flicking towards Teagan again. Magnetic. Sheepishness turning to amusement as she tried to rub the blush away from her cheeks. Would it be rude to ask her to leave it? The way it made his inside twist was too pleasant to wish away. Even to lessen her coyness.

He had never minded shy.

”Was she?” Willoughby’s suprise was evident in his tone. He hadn’t noticed her mentioned, and he read the paper everyday. Perhaps it was before they had come. Did they talk about River, too he wondered. Would she realize at any moment he was brushing shoulders with an Ebon-gray warlord prince? The questions that came with such a friendship had plagued him for years. Only worsened by the odd relationship itself. Sometimes it prickled his tiny temper, though, the insanity of rude speculation or assumption. Even now just thinking of the things he’d been asked a million times over made his spine stiffen. How did he survive? Wasn’t he terrified? How had they tamed him? Did he really trust his cousin? As if River were nothing more than a Craft bomb waiting to explode. Poor cousin.

They sighed at the same moment, prompting Willoughby to look up from his thoughts with a grin. What had she been thinking about then? Gaze sliding over him through incredibly long lashes. Witch’s Britches he’d like to know.

Slow down, pup. Willpower and all that. Pretty made her nice to look at, and attentive made him want to flirt. There was time yet to figure her out. If she was the false sort of sweetness that really just wanted to close the blinds and get bent over the counter; or that one in a million sort you’d regret not getting to know.

Something in the doe-struck look she turned up at his flash of eagerness made him hope for the latter. But he was always hoping for the latter and finding himself balls deep in a brat instead. Such was life.

There was quite a collection. Every sort of ribbon a person could hope for. He followed beside her more interested in the flurry of her nervous fingers than buying gifts now. Dainty hands that danced over themselves as she revealed a long piece of ribbon from the main spool. It reminded him of Wren’s Sapphire and silver ring, but the thought was fleeting. His hand running over the length between Teagan’s hands. Such a lovely fabric, it gave him ideas. Terrible wonderful ideas. He laughed to himself, eyes searching Teagan’s face. Was she always so preciously shy? Or could she be the sort you’d regret not knowing and bending over the counter?

He was despicable! And no River in sight to blame for his deviant thoughts. Willoughby just couldn’t resist. Head cocking to the side so he could admire her legs again as she posed them perfectly on tip toe. Instinctively his hand braced the small of her back. Listening as she chatted on about coloring and colors. Of course she would be partial to yellow. The warm glow of the Jewel threaded through her psychic scent.

Swallowing he tried to focus on the conversation instead of the lips the words poured from. It took him half a second to summon Wren’s face back to memory. ”She’s very fair complected, and very blonde.” What difference that made he wasn’t sure. No yellow, he decided, for Wren. ”This one too, please,” He touched a loose end of a charcoal gray ribbon with white herringbone stitching down the center. Aside from the neat stitch work it was plain- not shiny or particularly soft. Somehow it reminded him of River, though, so maybe Wren would like it.

”Yes, the Grey. Sapphire to Grey.” He was staring again. Being rude. Teeth showing again he laughed at his own ridiculousness. At least he wasn’t trying to rub his interest out on her leg. ”Is it yours? The shop?” He asked to distract himself from the fact that he would indeed rub himself on those fine legs if permitted.

be with me, darling, early and late

Teagan Fern

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Re: The Missed Stitch
« Reply #8 on: February 07, 2018, 05:26:30 PM »

"Oh yes!" Was she not supposed to say so? Perhaps they did not realize, these ruling ladies, just how much attention they drew from the press. "When she joined Lady Crag's court. It was still up in the air, then, if Lady Crag would be staying." Teagan herself had been sick in her apartment the night it had all happened. Even she, barely floating in the Abyss with her Yellow, had felt that overpowering surge. She'd been nauseous for days once she'd learned just what had happened.

So much needless death. It was really quite sad.

Shrugging her shoulders in delicate dismissal of such topics, Teagan lead the way to the ribbons. It was what he'd come in for, after all. Not to stand about and gossip with her. Really, she should know better. But he was terribly friendly. And worse still, prettier than that. It was wrong to call a man pretty, Teagan was sure, but he was. It was really wretched of him to be so beautiful. She might have been jealous if she hadn't appreciated it so much.

Smiling face tipped toward him when he look at her, ribbon taut between their combined fingers.

"It's nice yes?" Blinking as his hand cradled the small of her back. Blushing, Teagan snapped her head away, bending all of her attention onto the blue-silver ribbon as she worked it free and set it aside. Unable to feel much of anything but where his hand rested. Mother Night. Her heels were loud on the wooden floor as she settled heavily into them, a little breathless from the reaching.

"Oh, yes. No yellow then. We wouldn't want to wash her out." Teagan herself favored bold colors. Rich greens, and deep purples. Changing out her Jewels to match her dresses. Pale and blonde would not do very well with too much yellow though. Too bright and pale itself. "That's a nice one! Good eye, Prince Willoughby!" Teagan reached for it as well.

"Oh how lovely for her!" What a great color combination for the lady! "She must look very nice in them," Teagan burbled. Scissors appeared in her hand as she trimmed a few long lengths of ribbon free. Unraveled an nearly empty spool, and began working a new one free. "It is," head tilting to smile at him. "I inherited it from my aunt. Been in the family ages." Fingers picking, pulling, body stretched to its limit. She gave the rod a little nudge with her craft to get it to loosen up.

"Have you been in Walcourt long?" Teagan asked, looking toward him again. Not really paying attention. Until the rod really did come loose, half a shelf of ribbon and hard wooden dowels raining down on their heads. "Oh no!" Teagan cried, trying to shield both herself and Willoughby with her hands. And to catch the ribbon. Blast it all!

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Re: The Missed Stitch
« Reply #9 on: February 08, 2018, 10:39:38 AM »
”Yes, very.” Willoughby assured her. Quite pleased with the brief fantasy the ribbon inspired. Behavior impeccable even while his mind roamed far and wide of such decency. Impossible really, not to feel at least a little aroused by the witch. Sweet blushing thing. Easy under his touch, despite the nervous energy in the air. Not afraid of him or his encroachment on her personal space- nor would she would never have to be. He’d never hurt anyone. Couldn’t if he tried; Too much a healer. The Craft always waiting to bubble out. It made his rough play something to see, for sure.

Strange what a woman’s praise could do. Smiling like a fool he released the ribbon they both reached for only once their hands had brushed again. This time he made no apologies. But he also kept a firm grip on the lust behind his barriers. Good Willbe, Nice Willbe, Safe and dependable Willbe. Did she think so? Did it show? Or was the want pulling at the muscles in his groin flashing in his eyes instead?

Better safe than sorry, he turned his gaze away. Studying the wall of colorful strips with a keen eye. He shrugged and nodded simultaneously at her approval of Wren’s jewels. ”They suit her, and she’s quite lovely if you’re into tiny blondes.” Or ice sculptures maybe. He preferred a bolder look. A sturdy body- not necessarily feminine. As long as it was eager for his touches. Though a bright pair of eyes framed by dark hair never hurt. Was he smiling too much? Too strongly? Probably, but he couldn’t help it. Nor the way his eyes swept over her figure yet again.

Hip finding the counter he leaned against it and towards her just a bit. ”That’s neat.” He relaxed his stiff court speech while she stretched and posed for him more. Well, not really for but not, not for either. ”Web weaving was my family business. Sadly I did not inherit that ability.” He chuckled. It was alright, his mother adored her apprentices.

”Not very, no. I’ve visited a few times though over the years. I’m from Goth.” He told her cheerfully before the wall’s contents attacked. Laughing he stepped closer as she tried to keep the dowels from striking them. Nearly too late to be useful against the onslaught he settled a soft Rose shield over their heads until the clattering stopped. ”Well, that was exciting.” He didn’t blame the wall at all. He felt like erupting too.

”Here, let me have a look.” Gentle hands, the soft sort that had never had a callous, brushed at her chin. Eyes losing their focus as he checked with a different sort of sight for cuts or bruises that might be hidden beneath her hair. So close now he could taste her breath, but the healer and the man never coexisted. He was one or the other. Or else he’d really be some sort of pervert.

be with me, darling, early and late

Teagan Fern

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Re: The Missed Stitch
« Reply #10 on: February 08, 2018, 05:29:47 PM »

"Tiny blondes are quite the mod right now," Teagan commented without rancor, thinking of the new bride who had been on her way out while he was on his way in. She'd seen many of the like, some not even naturally blonde. Helped them pick out ribbons for their hats, or lace for their parasols. Dainty creatures. Most sweet, but some sour.

Teagan could understand their appeal.

Eyes sliding sideways, she wondered if he did, too. Understand their appeal. What Teagan found was his hip propped against her counter, and his body half leaning toward hers. Fingers cold, suddenly, and neck too warm. Her cheeks had been hot so long she barely registered them anymore. Sure that by now the stain of her blush was permanent.

"Not even healing webs?" She asked, not quite sure where her voice had gone. It sounded watery to her ears. Almost breathless. Licking her lips, Teagan swallowed, hoping it would come back. She would have to brew herself another cup of tea, once he was gone. Or maybe go see Lindy on her lunch break. Tell her about the man from Goth she'd had in her shop.

Yes, she would definitely need a pot of extra strong tea from Lindy after this mess. Teagan didn't know how he could laugh with ribbon raining down around them, but laugh he did. She managed to block a few falling rolls, but the rest were caught by his shield, which Teagan was very grateful for, having already given up protecting him, and ducking, instead, against the offered cover of his body.

Blushing, Teagan let go of the corner of his jacket.

"I'm so sorry!" Mortified that she'd very nearly murdered him with ribbon and a wooden rod, which rolled listlessly on the floor. Calm now that it had bounced of the shield and spilled its contents everywhere. Her eyes swept the floor, and up his body, worried he'd been hurt, her own shoulder aching where a full roll of ribbon had struck it. "No, I'm alright," Teagan assured him, blinking under his touch. Hands almost trying to stop him.

"Its terribly unfair, I can't look back at you the same way," strange, the look his eyes got. Healer warmth in his fingers. Teagan brushed the sleeve of his coat, then lowered her hands and twisted them in front of her. "Are you? Alright? Willoughby? I'm so very, very sorry." It was all her fault too. She must have knocked it loose while trying to get it to behave. Ah! She felt horrible. Assaulting her customers!

His ribbons would definitely be free. All of them. If he even wanted them anymore. Oh, blast it all.

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Re: The Missed Stitch
« Reply #11 on: February 08, 2018, 09:34:38 PM »
”Are they?” Maybe it had felt like it that first blistering second he met Wren. A bubble rising in his chest, blooming into something foreign and fascinating. Not quite possessiveness, but infinite all the same. Realizing in a second he would never serve another, not willingly or happily. The uncommon bond he shared with River making almost perfect sense. Bound for life to the same queen. His interest was less intense, of course. By nature, position, or caste he couldn’t say. All three perhaps.

Tipping his head to the side lightly he met her gaze with a grin. ”I’ve always been partial to dark hair myself.” Which was true. Man or woman, shy or bold, he liked all sorts of people. Their insides more interesting than their shells. Even if a firm layer of skin and graceful legs made his collar feel tight. Skirts. Help him Mother Night did he love a properly fitting skirt.

”I do alright when they’re needed.” He admitted. No one bought regenerative webs, though. They had to be used right away or the effectiveness deteriorated. ”My mother, though, she can tell you the weather, accurate to the very hour, a month in advance.” That was the sort of web people paid to have read.

”No harm, no foul Ms. Teagan.” Willoughby told her gently. Eyes traveling to her hand to look for a ring. Make sure miss was proper and he wasn’t embarrassing himself by flirting with another man’s wife. If there were vows in her life they were not writ there on her finger. He leaned in a hair more. Too glad for the excuse to stand so incredibly close to be bothered by a few bumps on the shoulder.

He wished there was a chair to set her in. There was only the counter though. So without asking he hoisted, a hand on each hip, to sit there while he looked. Not fooled by her declaration that she was fine. ”I like the way you’re looking at me just fine. I trained very hard to be able to anyway” The grit of his voice catching as the man tried to peek through the healer. One hand trailed up to her elbow. The other found hers, twisting over one another nervously. He parted them, holding her wrist gently with encircled fingers. Lifted her arm slowly to test the shoulder joint. ”Just a bruise or two.”

Rose guided power spilled out to settle in the tiny vessels under the skin. The coloring would stay a while, but it would stop hurting soon. ”Better? Was that only the place?”

There was far less concern for himself. Distracted by her upset he held her hand still. ”Hush now. How could I stand to call myself a prince if a tap like that bruised more than my ego? I’m fine, Miss Teagan. Perfectly alright. I needed the chuckle even.” It had been a long week. He realized then he was still holding her small hand between his own. With a bashful grin he set it on her knee with an awkward pat. Fine legs.

”Let me help. Pick them up while you thread them back on?” He asked, swooping down to grab the long rod.

be with me, darling, early and late

Teagan Fern

    White to Yellow
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  • Played By: dergon

    Little Terreille Kaeleer
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Re: The Missed Stitch
« Reply #12 on: February 08, 2018, 10:41:55 PM »

”Oh yes!” Probably not the most acceptable topic, but it interested Teagan all the same. Fashion. Society. Trends. They all lead into one another and were endlessly fascinating to her. ”Two of our ruling queens are blondes, did you know? And your Lady is another, young and in training and winsome, they say.” Teagan shrugged and smiled as she fussed at the ribbons. ”People can be very romantic about their queens, even those they’ve never met.”

When they weren’t killing them. But Teagan kept that thought very much to herself. Startled out of the melancholy turn her mind had made, she looked at him, eyes wide and lips parted. Blushed, ducking behind the fall of her hair.

”Oh.” Too flustered. Too flushed. All that useless prattling. She’d nearly talked right over his declaration. Was it a compliment? Kindness? Teagan hoped she hadn’t sounded like she was fishing for compliments. Quite happy with herself, really. Just talking away like a useless ninny. Ruining any chance of flirting with her great big mouth.

And then she tried to kill him.

Flabbergasted as he lifted her up onto the counter. Teagan couldn’t remember the last time anyone had lifted her anywhere. Maybe her mother when she’d been a girl. A wide smile full of broad teeth flashed through her mind. Hands so big her child’s body could have been secured in one, held instead in two. Lifted high. Not the same at all. Willoughby’s hands on her hips instead of around her ribs.

”Oh.” Flirting again? Teagan felt twelve all over. Madly in lover with Harker Lakes, a blond warlord in her school, and unable to string more than two words together in his general direction. ”Of course you did.” Completely absorbed in watching him part her hands. Fingers caressing wrist and helping. Seeing beyond her clothes and skin. ”Mhm.”

Really fine. Especially fine as he filled her wound with Rose powered Craft. Eased the ache in her shoulder. Make the shop ten degrees too warm.

”Yes, thank you.” More than fine now, certainly. ”I’m sure, yes.” Her fussing further rejected. He did it kindly enough. Stilling her hands and reassuring her pensive, guilt ridden spirit. ”That is not my usual way of selling ribbons. I just wanted you to know.” Teagan smiled, chin dipping. Her fingers curling over her knees as he released her hand. ”I’m glad you enjoyed it, however.” A chuckle! Really?!

”Um.” Her heels drummed against the counter as he ducked down for the dowel, offering her help in cleaning up. Guilty squirmed. Amazement too. ”No, I couldn’t! I very nearly maimed you. Please, I will clean it later.” Not sure how she was supposed to get down, Teagan fidgeted before reaching for the rod. ”Please, just let me get you your ribbon. The mess will keep.” She had been meaning to rearrange anyway.

Slipping down, Teagan swirled the scattered ribbon rolls together with a bit of craft. Plopping the miniature hurricane at the corner of the cabinet she had vacated. Those Willoughby had selected unraveling themselves or floating free so she could cut from them.

”Do you think your mother’s webs saw that mess?”

Willoughby Willowbank

    Rose to Purple Dusk
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    Little Terreille Kaeleer
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Re: The Missed Stitch
« Reply #13 on: February 09, 2018, 06:11:30 PM »
When she got excited, which was endearingly often, there was a spark of green in her eye. The cant she held her head at, perhaps, caused it. He didn’t care. Just drank it in. The offhand way she spoke about queens as if they were the most amazing idea ever contrived. They were, of course, but courtesans often forgot. Grew used to standing alongside people burdened with great responsibility. Willoughby had never thought about people who had never met the queens that ruled them. It almost seemed far fetched. He had been placed in a court as soon as his basic apprenticeship ended. Hardly more than a boy.

”She’s an interesting young lady,” Willoughby struggled not to overshare. He wanted very much to give Teagan some inner glimpse. Not gossip, really, just a thing to set her apart from all the other fanciful romantics daydreaming about the courts. ”It can be hard to tell in that passive face she wears but Wren wants to do good work. She came in person to ask Lady Crag to mentor her, you know? To improve those aspects of her Craft her late start at apprenticing caused.” No secret, nothing he thought anyone would lift a brow to know he had said. But it was suddenly very important both for Teagan to know he served a worthy lady, and to set her apart from the average chat he had in the post office line.

Pretty blushing girl. Even more adorable in the throws of surprise his inspection brought on. Wide eyed. The color pooling along her throat and cheekbones. Not a shamed sort of blush, he decided as the healer was stored away. Eyes sharpening again. No, it was a flush, really. Willoughby knew the color well. It was the color of sex. A bright  pink you found in the fleshy parts of your partners, and in that blinding moment when your eyes rolled back at the very cusp of a climax. He put the idea from his head, bottom lip sucked between his teeth roughly to ground his thoughts. He wouldn’t go there, wouldn’t press. Would walk the thin line of propriety for her sake.

Toothy again he laughed. Tucked a loose hair back behind her ear before storing his hands back in his pockets. A step back to give her room to breathe. ”It was effective. I’m sold.” He’d buy them all if he had the marks. Just to stand by the counter and watch her cut them into lengths. Another minute, an hour, any time he could get her spare. Suddenly she was in a hurry though.

”Of course,” It was his turn to be bashful. Head ducking to pat at the wild hank of curls on his head. As if he were checking to make sure none of her ribbon had mixed in. ”I don’t want to impose on your time.” The flirting was fun, she had a business to run. Enough was enough.  And it seemed he’d seen to much.

Standing back he watched her pretty craftwork. Sorting and setting the rolls in a stack. Her question brought another small laugh, ”If so she must have thought the result was worth the bother.” She certainly hadn’t written to him about it. Every eligible girl in Goth. But not spilled ribbon. ”I um... was thinking- if you eat. No, of course you eat.” He gestured with his hand, which kept finding the back of his neck as he tried to sound less like a fool, ”If you wanted to eat sometime with me. I mean. A date. I’m mucking up trying to ask you on a date. If that’s not too forward.”

His teeth flashed, too much, but not a humored smile. A strained and nervous grin. ”I wouldn’t blame you for saying no. I didn’t even ask if you had a beau.” Witch strike him dead. Where was River to shut him up?

be with me, darling, early and late

Teagan Fern

    White to Yellow
  • witch
  • Played By: dergon

    Little Terreille Kaeleer
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Re: The Missed Stitch
« Reply #14 on: February 09, 2018, 11:01:06 PM »

Laughing softly Teagan rubbed the side of her nose with two fingers. Face half hidden behind her hand. Of course the blush stayed. How could it not? His fingers tucking away her hair. The brief and faint tickle of his fingertips against the curve of her ear. Not at all like the healing he’d imparted.

”I will remember how effective it has been.” Teagan rolled her eyes at the very thought. ”Just upturn the ribbon cabinet on customers heads.” Shaking her own, Teagan tried to pull her lips back over her teeth. Face aching. Warmed from top to tip. Glad no other customers had come in to witness the assault. Or interrupt the strange play between them. The banter.

To distract her from the way he turned in on himself. Hands checking his hair. Teagan’s fingers twitched. Tempted to smooth the few wayward curls that has escaped his careful grooming. Smiling wistfully, she set about tidying things up, neat and ready to be actually tidied.

”Oh no. Its no imposition. Its just... I’ll clean the mess. I pay myself to do just that, anyway.” Too late for it now anyway, ribbons and dowels resting against and on the counter. She picked a stray roll off of a floor display, shaking her head before floating it to join the others. Willoughby’s choices at hand so she could use the cutter at the main counter to make the lengths into something pleasing.

”A clever mother then.” Good. She was glad he’d come, embarrassing as it was to have dropped a shelf on his head. Teagan cut the first ribbon, then again. A pair of fine points at each end. One inward and one outward. Pausing to secure the edges, craft turning the cut ends smooth and solid so they would not fray. ”Hmm? Teagan blinked, staring at him.

Licking her lips she set the ribbon down, watched him stroke the back of his neck and then the air. Back and forth as he worked the words out between his teeth. Smile sharper than it had been before.

”Oooh.” Oh. Teagan pressed her knees together and leaned against the cutter. Oh. Cheeks pink and round as her lips pushed them upward. ”I do eat, yes.” She could barely say it. Barely believe it! Her! Him! Her stomach fluttered in anticipation. ”And yes. Yes I would like to eat with you.” On a date. Teagan swallowed a squeal. She was a grown woman!

Quickly cut the last ribbons. All the same length, each with a different end. A blunt cut for the blue and silver laced ribbon. A simple cut to accompany the ribbon’s detailed appearance. And the grey he’d chosen, with the harringbone stitching.

”Here,” Teagan held them out, bound with a piece of twine. Four complimentary book marks for his lady. A fine lady, by the way he talked of her. ”For the Lady Cloverbridge.” As if he had forgotten. ”On the house, of course, since I very nearly killed you with them. And no. No beau.” She pressed them on him.

 

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