"Eeerin," Dimitri says slowly, confirming what he's pretty sure but not confident he's seeing. " ... Little Molly. Yes, I can manage that." Open mouth; tick -- "I've spoken with Darcy about legendary swords of Earth but I was not aware Excalibur is cursed. Unless I'm mistaken and you're referring to a different sword."
Breathe.
"It's a lovely look," he says, meaning it despite the wince that immediately follows. "I-impressively complete, I mean. At the, at the 'drag show', I saw ... that is, I wasn't aware you could alter your voice as well as your appearance."
Fortunately for Dimitri's nerves, Faerghus has its own tradition of rowdier festivals, and the package of clothing he'd received back in December had included a lighter summer outfit in blue and white, with wide borders of silver embroidery. Along with the sword and his armored boots and gloves, he looks like he walked out of a high-budget ren faire. He's also, finally, shed a layer of the tight-wound neurosis that's haunted him all night. (All month.)
He did spent maybe ten of those thirty minutes hugging the folded clothes to his face and trying not to cry.
He gives Erin a tight smile. "That's a lie even I could maintain. I wonder if it might as well not be true. ... as long as I don't have to talk about it. I doubt sounding homesick will be taken kindly."
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Date: 2023-04-14 07:39 am (UTC)Breathe.
"It's a lovely look," he says, meaning it despite the wince that immediately follows. "I-impressively complete, I mean. At the, at the 'drag show', I saw ... that is, I wasn't aware you could alter your voice as well as your appearance."
Fortunately for Dimitri's nerves, Faerghus has its own tradition of rowdier festivals, and the package of clothing he'd received back in December had included a lighter summer outfit in blue and white, with wide borders of silver embroidery. Along with the sword and his armored boots and gloves, he looks like he walked out of a high-budget ren faire. He's also, finally, shed a layer of the tight-wound neurosis that's haunted him all night. (All month.)
He did spent maybe ten of those thirty minutes hugging the folded clothes to his face and trying not to cry.
He gives Erin a tight smile. "That's a lie even I could maintain. I wonder if it might as well not be true. ... as long as I don't have to talk about it. I doubt sounding homesick will be taken kindly."