Nathaniel took a seat. He'd have to deal with the horrible furnishing for now, but he was more concerned with Markus being made presentable. It was obvious that he was showing off. Threatening the tailor, splaying his wings, standing straight, deliberate positioning. And to a certain extent, it worked. Nathaniel found himself studying the other intensely, going over every muscle and making mental notes about future intentions.
He had his hand folding and he rested his chin on them, eyes half-lidded. "I don't think that behavior is necessary, my love. You are the most beautiful thing in all of Xira. Would you rather be made to look something other than pretty?"
The tailor was unfazed by the threat, the posturing, or the buffeting. They took their measurements, remaining scarily quiet as they moved around Markus. As soon as they had everything they needed, the fabric blankets that covered them peeled away a little at a time, until a handful of materials in glorious shades of royal blue and purple slipped out and hung in the air.
"These colors?" the tailor asked. It didn't matter who answered.
He had his hand folding and he rested his chin on them, eyes half-lidded. "I don't think that behavior is necessary, my love. You are the most beautiful thing in all of Xira. Would you rather be made to look something other than pretty?"
The tailor was unfazed by the threat, the posturing, or the buffeting. They took their measurements, remaining scarily quiet as they moved around Markus. As soon as they had everything they needed, the fabric blankets that covered them peeled away a little at a time, until a handful of materials in glorious shades of royal blue and purple slipped out and hung in the air.
"These colors?" the tailor asked. It didn't matter who answered.
