[closed] august catch-all!

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Who: Diarmuid & Zelda, Diarmuid & Berserker
When: Throughout August.
Where: Around the city
What: Reluctant modelling during Lúnasa, failing to drink unexpected emotions away, and other good shit.
Warnings: N/A!

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its called FASHION mom | closed to zelda

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[As a woman wearing a scarlet ruff applies flakes of gold paint to his cheeks, leaving his love spot conspicuously uncovered, and instructs him on which way to turn at the end of the runway, Diarmuid has to wonder how exactly this happened. He doesn’t remember ever agreeing to taking part in a show but, at some point in between accosted on his way back from the Coven and now, the words must have left his mouth. Or, more likely, whatever he did say was duly noted and ignored like it so often tends to be.

Ah, well. It can’t hurt, can it? The designer had looked so grateful to see him that he felt a little guilty for thinking about walking out; he’s never been one to turn away a lady in distress. It wouldn’t be gentlemanly. And, if nothing else, being tugged this way and that and buckled and laced and primped into place takes his mind off of more complex personal matters.

That doesn’t make it any less of a pleasant surprise when his mysterious partner-in-modelling is escorted into the booth to meet him. Diarmuid glances up from where he's been attempting to coax his curl- the one that's normally so adamant about hanging directly over his face- back forward to find himself face to face with a familiar blonde woman. So, that explains what they meant by a fairytale aesthetic; judging by the matching clothes and gold accents, they’re clearly being cast as the prince and damsel in the narrative of this seamstress’ collection. She even has a small crown balanced atop her veil.]

Ah, so they got you too. [Diarmuid gives her a smile along with an abbreviated version of his normal bow as he rises to meet her.] Though I fear you carry it better than I do. You look beautiful, Lady Zelda.