"Of course I have a tailor for you," Nathaniel said. "I'm not sure if you deserve this one, but I suppose if you are good, you can keep them."
Nathaniel left Markus to his petty displays. He was impossible sometimes and got feathers all over the place. Picky, demanding, and the perfect man for him. What was he even doing with his life right now? About to watch his beautiful husband get dressed properly.
Nathaniel's tailor was a very specific type of awkward. Shuffled around a lot, never looked anyone in the eye, and liked to each parchment paper that had runes on it as payment. Nathaniel suspected the tailor to be some kind of lesser demon, but they could design, cut, fit, and complete ensembles in a very short period of time. It was almost mesmerizing when they had a sewing needle or a machine.
"They'll be here sooner than you think."
At that moment, a short creature - not human by any stretch of the imagination but still trying - shuffled through the house. They looked like a lump under a mountain of mismatched blankets, and long whiskers barely peeked out from the darkness within the fabric. They had Nathaniel's express permission to come in without knocking and though it was alarming how they would suddenly appear like that, but Nathaniel was unfazed. To call it trust would be a lie. Nathaniel had this tailor by the throat under a different name. The best in the city would be his and his alone.
"Make him pretty," Nathaniel demanded. "But poke him if he gets sassy."
The tailor moved awkwardly towards Markus, a measuring tape worming its way around their bony wrists - claws. Something like that. "Ready?"
Nathaniel left Markus to his petty displays. He was impossible sometimes and got feathers all over the place. Picky, demanding, and the perfect man for him. What was he even doing with his life right now? About to watch his beautiful husband get dressed properly.
Nathaniel's tailor was a very specific type of awkward. Shuffled around a lot, never looked anyone in the eye, and liked to each parchment paper that had runes on it as payment. Nathaniel suspected the tailor to be some kind of lesser demon, but they could design, cut, fit, and complete ensembles in a very short period of time. It was almost mesmerizing when they had a sewing needle or a machine.
"They'll be here sooner than you think."
At that moment, a short creature - not human by any stretch of the imagination but still trying - shuffled through the house. They looked like a lump under a mountain of mismatched blankets, and long whiskers barely peeked out from the darkness within the fabric. They had Nathaniel's express permission to come in without knocking and though it was alarming how they would suddenly appear like that, but Nathaniel was unfazed. To call it trust would be a lie. Nathaniel had this tailor by the throat under a different name. The best in the city would be his and his alone.
"Make him pretty," Nathaniel demanded. "But poke him if he gets sassy."
The tailor moved awkwardly towards Markus, a measuring tape worming its way around their bony wrists - claws. Something like that. "Ready?"
