Private Tales What Wolves Hide Their Teeth?

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He managed to behave... enough. Hands loosened, one remained at her hip while the other lifted to push his own hair from his face, revealing the charmingly mischievous grin he'd given the shop keep as she waggled her finger to step away once more.

The grin remained, but he put his pointed canines away for something a bit more warm and fond for Vi.

"Maybe not, but I'm sure a Lady can have as many as she wants."

Need and want... was having that choice not the main differentiator between those of means and those without?

"I would like you even if you wore a potato sack," he murmured back at her, leaning in to playfully nip at her ear through her hair before pulling himself away to take up one of the chairs. When the shop keep returned again he caught her eye and look no less chastised for her humor. Rather, he looked well pleased with himself.
 
He left her to stand with a hot flush as he made her heart beat erratically, and even the coldness that clung to her now that he moved away from her, nothing stopped the need for wanting him close again.

Vittoria turned to stare at him, not seeing the store owner now become the seamstress she was.

"Right, coat off, I will need to take your measurements now."

Vittoria approached Kilien as she shed her coat, throwing it the distance so that it landed on him. "Hold onto this for me, will you Kilien?" She smiled, but turned back so that the seamstress began measuring. She noted down all the numbers and areas measured, made notes of how tall Vittoria was and how poised she was in stature.

"The gala is soon, no? Tomorrow night, or was it the night after? A design I have in mind is quite elegant, nothing too frivolous in design but the studded bead work will be the eye catching part. Here, imagine this." The seamstress took out a new page and began to work a design, showed Vittoria the very aged brass beads she intended to use.

Vittoria smiled, seeing the vision. "Whatever fee you name, I am sure you will have earned the right to be compensated."

"Oh, sweetheart, give me until midday tomorrow where you can come in for a fitting and we will finalise it then! Now! You two are much too young to waste time here, leave your order here with me and I will see to it that it is done. You two lovebirds should go on the climb, find the fairy garden. Quaint little spot, might be dark by the time you get there, but perfect view of the city and the river!"

Vittoria turned to Kilien, a brow arching. "What do you say?"
 
The jacket landed splayed across him, partially covering his face. He did not immediately remove it, but instead sat there smiling to himself.

"As you wish," his muffled voice sounded from under the coat before he slowly lifted a hand to pull it away from his face ... but not before taking a moment to drown himself in her scent. To his credit, he sat quietly and made no further mischief. Musings and daydreams, mostly of himself and Vi, took over his mind while she made the painstaking process of selecting the perfect fabrics in the best colors. No doubt whatever the Modiste made for her would look splendid.

He could not recall seeing her dressed in anything that did not.

"What do you say?"

He definitely had not been paying attention, but Vittoria looked intrigued and even somewhat excited. How could he say no?

"Absolutely," Kilien smiled. Whatever it was he agreed to was surely worth the mystery. He pushed himself up from the chair, took a moment to straighten out which way was up with her jacket, and held it open to assist her redressing it.

"Maybe if you have time to make a matching vest or tie?" he asked of the seamstress, "Something subtle."
 
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"Green would look lovely on you, Killy." Vittoria stared at him a moment before the seamstress wandered over to him and wound her measuring tape around his neck and measured his chest.

"A flattering colour on him, I would say. You mentioned he would wear black? Gods, you two would be quite the pair at that gala." She smiled, noting down measurements for his tie on her parchment. "Warms my heart you young ones have such adoration for one another. Takes me back to my youth when I met my husband." She waved her hand, chuckling. "Well, that is all I need from you both today. Come back midday tomorrow, yes?"


Vittoria held Kilien's hand as they once again wandered the streets. This time, they ascended the steep streets slowly and made their way to the gardens that overlooked the city. The views on the walk up were magnificent, reminding her of another city she had visited that was built into the mountainside. That city was just a skeleton of a place now, after Erodin and herself turned it upside down to smoke out any traitors of Vel Anir.

Elbion, however, was peaceful. Even as the last rays still clung to the sky, the welcoming blanket of stars splashed across the midnight blue shone brightly.

"The moon is almost full." She breathed, once they reached the gardens and took a seat on a bench that overlooked the city and river.
 
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