@friekugel // a.c.:
❛ what do you think of my whole look today ? ❜
❝ hm. ❞ he tucks an index under his chin. his is a stern appraisal, keen eyes that can glean a sloppy seam or loose thread from an impressive distance ( oh, how he misses his personal tailor, the best in enbarr, in moments like these ! ), can match colors as well as he can pair tea.
his hand drops, decisive, to his hip. ❝ yes, it is quite fetching. you have an eye for fashion, hilda. ❞
he would confess to cursory glances at hilda across the classroom, the dining hall, the battlefield in his youth, if pressed. the flushed sort, hot-eared, quickly blinked and shaken away. and the years have done her no disservice, a statement accentuated by the deep cut of her décolletage, drawing his eyes down, to her -----
❝ ah ! forgive me. a gentleman should not stare. ❞
