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Amira and kyr
I love them, this was a scenario in my head all night
I think they're slightly out of character? I don't know
Amira looked through the schedule of work they had today and noticed it was just paperwork. “Really is that all?” She muttered out loudly without intending to and Kyr who had been sitting at his desk raised his head at the sound. “What?” “No, just, if you wanted, we could make today a day off and move the 2 things you were gonna do to tomorrow. Have you ever even had a day off before?” “I can stop working whenever I wish.” She rolled her eyes. “Yes but have you ever ‘wished it’?”
He just stared at her for a moment. “Right. I'm going to make today your day off.” she ran 2 lines through something on her clipboard, flipped the page and rewrote them again. “Is the day off in question for me or for you.” “What do you take me for, do you really think I'd con my way out of work? I don't need to con, I could and would just slack off.”
Normally she could barely read a fragment of his emotions but he made it very clear, he was unimpressed. “I don't believe you should admit that to your employer.” “Yeah well my employers you and you love me froggy.” She leaned forward on his desk and batted her eyes, he shoved her to the floor. She decided to stay laying on it. “So, ‘employer’ what do you want to do with your day off. We could go to the music room, maybe you could write a new piece?” She heard a “hm.” In her mind from him as he stood up and began to walk out. She got up and followed him.
“Why do you walk so fast, a fucking man on a mission.” “God.” He corrected. “And I don't know what you're talking about, this is my normal walking speed.” “Bullshit, I've seen you walk, you're doing this on purpose.” “No idea what you mean.” He began to walk faster as Amira was chasing after him. When they finally got to the music room Amiras hands were on her knees as she was bent over huffing. “You're. A. Bitch.” “employer.” She swore if he could he’d have an evil smile plastered on his stupid face.
He went in first and she stepped in after, he headed straight for the piano and sat down. “Can I get a chair?” “You could, but I enjoy seeing you at my feet.” “You evil evil man.” “God.” She grumbled and sat on the floor on the left of his seat. When she pulled out a cigarette, he swatted it away. “Hey, that's my last one!” “No smoking in the music room. For someone who was just complaining about being out of breath you sure like voluntarily causing reasons for it to happen faster.” “Hey, what's that supposed to mean?” “Your lungs are destroyed.” “I'm not an addict.” “I didn't claim you to be.” She gave him a side eye and he returned it then began to place his hands on the keys.
He sat for a second she could assume pondering before he began to play a tune she'd never heard before. “What's this?” “One of the first piano songs I created.” Amira always enjoyed whatever song he decided to play on the piano but this one would definitely be in her favorites. He gave her inspiration to draw some designs. While he played she pulled out her notebook and began to sketch an outfit idea. She examined Kyr. What would look good on him. The real question was what wouldn't, that'd be hard to make or find.
Hm, if she was designing an outfit with him in mind it'd be frilly, colorful, it'd have a lot of string. Maybe a bodycon dress with a corset in the back, it could be tan, no, something darker that doesn't conflict with his hair color. Dark green. He could have frilly removable sleeves that were tan. They could button back on. He likes soft material right, so then they'd need to be made from cotton. If he wore a golden choker that had golden chains wrapped around his arms it could pull back his want to display his status.
When Amira went to look back up at Kyr again she noticed he was directly staring at her. She flinched back. “Fucking hell Kyr, why are you staring at me.” “You were the one staring at me.” “Okay, listen, I didn't think you'd care.” “What are you doing?” “Nothing.” She shut her book and Kyr stopped playing the piano. “Why'd you stop?” “Why'd you?” “Seriously?” “Deadly.” She sighed and opened it back up to the page she was working on. Then showed it to him, she felt like a little kid showing her mother her designs all over again.
When he didn't say anything as he looked over it Amira panicked and let her mouth run to justify herself. It was a bad habit. “It was just a hypothetical if you were to wear a dress, I was just using you as a model if I ever had a model, and obviously you're the, you know, prime example of the human body, not that I'm overly looking at your body, that'd be weird.” “What shoes?” “pardon?” “To match the outfit, what shoes did you have in mind?” she blinked at him and just stared at him in silence. “You do know what shoes are, yes? Turn your brain on for a second, I could spell it out if you need me to-” “I know what shoes are!” She hissed “Then stop staring at me like you're stupid and answer the question.”
She looked back down at the design she had been drawing. “Heels wouldn't be necessary, you're already tall enough. But regular shoes wouldn't be able to reflect the vibe of power I'm trying to instill in the design. It would have to be boots, Green, with yellow lines trickling throughout it, spread out similar to that of the constellations.” She realized that was one of the first times she verbally said her thought process to another and got irritated at herself; he wasn't interested in hearing all that. “Sorry you just asked for an answer not a monologue, boots.” She wrote down boots the color and yellow highlights.
He thought about it then created the dress for him to wear. Amira was awestruck and shocked. She reached to touch it then hesitated. “Can I?” “Go ahead.” “Down to the last detail.” She murmured then examined the frills on his arms. “Hm the buttons stand out, it would be better to go the full string route. But I was right, the green did better for your hair. And the boots, they pulled it all together. “How's the choker, is it comfortable?” “indeed.”
“Wow, I, I mean wow, you're, okay this is the nicest thing I'll ever say to you, but this is the coolest thing I've ever seen. You really outdid yourself.” “It was your design?” She waved him off. “Man you piss me off, you look good in everything. You're like the perfect model.” Amira paused for a moment. “Say you can make anything as long as you know the materials needed to do it right?” “I can.”
She flipped through her notebook once again, stopped at a page then showed Kyr. He leaned closer to her to get a better look at it. “Well this ones not very good, and it's really old you know.” “Get to the point.” “Could you make this one as well, all the materials hypothetically needed are listed right there in the corner and I think it'd look good on you too. But keep the shoes you're wearing now.” This one was a dark green tux with a brown button up shirt under. He noticed a note that said flower patterns were etched into the suit design.
He analyzed the page for a moment taking in the materials needed to make it and created it to the T. He examined the cuffs on his sleeves, and noted the material she chose for it made it comfortable for the wearer so it wasn't itchy. Her mouth was agape as she repeatedly circled him running her fingers along the fabric and muttering to herself. “Wow it's just out of a dream. Better than one. Next time I'll make the brown darker, maybe add gold swirls to the tux to have it stand out more.” She wrote down a note in her note book for a color change and a tiny message recommending jewelry to go with the piece.
“Could you, try to wear one last one?” “Hm, if it's good.” she flipped through her pages again and it was a dress again. “I think it'd look nice with your eyes but if you don't want to do it you don't have to.” “Hm.” It was a white dress, that had a Fluffy fur coat accompanied by a pearl necklace and white shoes. “Why did I make it so white, could you change the dress to a dark green.” “What is it with you and green?”
He expected her to give him a snarky remark back but she looked happy he asked. “Well I know you don't like black and white, and your hair is blonde and your eyes are yellow so only specific colors look good on you. While I could use dark blue I think it's too muted for you, the type of royalty vibe you encapsulate is bold, you want people to notice your power. Blue to me is a more powerful silent color, it establishes the class difference more subtly. Take Nawdren for example. And while I have considered sunset and sunrise colors on you I haven't quite gotten it down yet, maybe I should try to have it fade into a light blue.” The ending bit of the sentence she muttered to herself. “But I don't know, I think green suits you, it's the best color to pair brown with too.” He blinked multiple times and she blinked back at him. “What?” “Nothing.”
He waved his hand and created the same dress following the exact instructions she had written for whenever she intended to make it and accounted for the color change she asked for. She somehow managed to look more ecstatic than she already had. “Oh wow I was right it did, only you or one of the people with your powers would be able to pull this off. Is the fur too fluffy? How does it feel against your neck?” “Fine.” Can you turn your head? I want to see if it does its intended effect in different angles. He tilted his head and he could see her brimming with excitement from getting the intended result she wanted.
She started to inspect his gloves. “Do you think plain gloves or detailed ones match it better? I feel like plain doesn't match as well but every detail I've thought of adding would be too intricate.” “Mm if you make the jewelry gold you could make the designs on the gloves golden as well.” “YOU'RE A GENIUS.” She frowned as she noticed him stand up taller. “Actually nevermind I take it back, sometimes I forget you're a narcissist.” “I'm not a narcissist.” She raised an eyebrow and he side eyed her.
She redirected her attention back on the clothes. “It's missing something.” “No it's not, I did exactly as you had written.” “No, not actually, I mean, hm, how do you feel about lipstick.” “I don't mind it.” she ruffled through her work bag before eventually pulling out dark red lipstick. “Lean forward and close your eyes.” He did as asked and she applied the lipstick. “There.” He opened his eyes and saw her digging through her bag again.” “Just how much stuff do you keep on you.” “Everything and anything.” She pulled out a hand mirror and held it up to him so he could see himself. “What do you think?” She heard a hum of approval in her mind.
“Why didn't you go into fashion designing?” “ah.” She paused and her mood dampened as she seemed to be looking for the right thing to say. “I, I'm not, Some things just aren't meant to be. It wouldn't be a profession I'd do very well in I imagine." She went back to flipping through her sketchbook and found another design to show him. “ Think you could try this one next but change the shirt from a black into a tan and the skirt to a cherry red that fades into a dark wine red?” “I thought the last one was the last one.” He raised an eyebrow and she drummed her fingers on his arm. “What I meant to say was the last one was the last one before the last one therefore this one's really the last one.”
She gave him a smile as if that were convincing. Who does she think she is? Thinking he'd do as she asks just because she's the one asking it. He could kill her just by swiping his fingers if he wanted to. Not like she means anything to him. She's just a human. She must've picked up on his reluctance. “Froggy, please, please, please.” She put her hands together and batted her eyelashes. He was just doing this so she wouldn't get more annoying that's all. He felt crownies light vibration on his head. “Stop that.” He said the comment to both Amira and Crownie, then begrudgingly waved his hand and made the last outfit she wanted.
“Oh that's perfect! And it matches the lipstick, your eyes look so nice with red, can you spin?” He gave her a look and she sighed, rolling her eyes and settled for circling around him. “And because the skirts long, the wearer doesn't have to worry about what shoes they're wearing. I feel like a headpiece should go with this outfit. Maybe a hair leaf comb, or a headband, a beanie even, without Crownie I feel like it would look slightly off. You're just such a handsome boy aren't you crownie, you pull the whole look together.” She reached up and started petting his crown.
She insisted it was sentient after she swore she saw it moving on its own and even if she was right crownie doesn't move around in public so she just looked stupid when she tried to get him to. “If you move right now I'll give you treats, chocolate chip cookies.” Kyr felt crownie vibrate slightly. “Don't you dare.” The vibrating stopped. She pouted when she didn't see Crownie give her a reaction. “I'm going to catch him moving one day.” “Whatever you say.” “I'm not crazy.” “If that's what you believe.” She punched him and he watched her awkwardly put her hand in her pocket after. “Show me your hand.” “Why there's nothing even wrong with it. I changed my mind. You don't deserve a day off.” She turned around quickly and stomped away.
He followed behind her. After a while she fiddled with her hands and looked up at him then away again. “Thank you by the way. For making the designs, you didn't have to do that. That was very nice of you, to listen and do that for me I mean.” Nice? He wasn't nice. He did it because he felt like it. He didn't just do it because it was her. Well. He didn't know how to process the compliment or rather his feelings that stirred from it so he shoved her across the hallway as a response. When she steadied herself she punched him again this time making a verbal whimper and breathed out her nose loudly. “How's the hand?” “It's fine.” she snapped.