White.Glove
2009-04-18, 10:10 PM
That's all it is, really. Just a house. It has windows and doors, a chimney and presumably a fireplace to match, and a lovely, wrought-iron gate--fence included--but it is still nothing quite like the Lady-with-the-White-Gloves is used to.
"How terribly drab," she murmurs to herself, stepping out of her carriage. This isn't to say that the Lady is all so very eye-popping herself. She's dressed in what would be considered a common dress, moss green in color, despite the pleasantly plump breasts--though by no means large--that threaten to swell out of the rather tight bodice. "But if we must, we must."
"Too much only draws suspicion, Lady." Whereas calling someone 'lady' might be seen as a slight, the heavy emphasis of the word implies the capitalization. It is an honorific. "And we needn't scare away any of our guests."
"I suppose not." She raises a dainty lace fan and proceeds to wave it almost lazily before her face, staring at her companion with eyes that are almost inhumanely brown. Yes, one can see the inklings of color in the darkness, but it almost swallows up her iris. "Though I would prefer something more akin to home."
For all of his talk about drawing suspicion, the man is even worse. His eyes, rather than having a proper iris and lens and the like, has two per eye. At least, one thinks it is only two. They are the only ones a person can see, one set is perfectly centered as it ought be; one set hiding in the corners, the edges of the iris visible.
He looks outwardly odd as well, limbs a tad too lanky, muscles a tad too bulging, and his platinum blonde hair almost a tad too well slicked back beneath his fedora.
At least she, with proper proportions brown hair as nearly jet black as her eyes, seems to have a natural-esque feel.
Scare off the visitors indeed.
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"How terribly drab," she murmurs to herself, stepping out of her carriage. This isn't to say that the Lady is all so very eye-popping herself. She's dressed in what would be considered a common dress, moss green in color, despite the pleasantly plump breasts--though by no means large--that threaten to swell out of the rather tight bodice. "But if we must, we must."
"Too much only draws suspicion, Lady." Whereas calling someone 'lady' might be seen as a slight, the heavy emphasis of the word implies the capitalization. It is an honorific. "And we needn't scare away any of our guests."
"I suppose not." She raises a dainty lace fan and proceeds to wave it almost lazily before her face, staring at her companion with eyes that are almost inhumanely brown. Yes, one can see the inklings of color in the darkness, but it almost swallows up her iris. "Though I would prefer something more akin to home."
For all of his talk about drawing suspicion, the man is even worse. His eyes, rather than having a proper iris and lens and the like, has two per eye. At least, one thinks it is only two. They are the only ones a person can see, one set is perfectly centered as it ought be; one set hiding in the corners, the edges of the iris visible.
He looks outwardly odd as well, limbs a tad too lanky, muscles a tad too bulging, and his platinum blonde hair almost a tad too well slicked back beneath his fedora.
At least she, with proper proportions brown hair as nearly jet black as her eyes, seems to have a natural-esque feel.
Scare off the visitors indeed.
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