It's not THAT as strange as it sounds...
"You should move the rosette more to the left."
He rolled his eyes as he heard that irritating voice again, while he let go of the black satin ribbon to let it fall back to the summer dress. His eyes traveled over the white, soft fabric as he answered, muttering to the other.
"Shut it, you don't know a shit about fashion." The man turned to the table to the left side of the mannequin, and reached for the scissor to shorten the satin. He had misjudged the length with about two centimeters...
"No, but I think deserve saying since, I'm gonna be wearing it." The baritone was dripping with sarcasm, so thick that he could have felt it run down the nape of his neck. With a sigh, he scratched his scalp with the side of the scissor and tried to come up with a good retort so the other would shut up. Since it was really starting to get on his nerves.
"Well, I can skip the rosette and put a cloth-flower with ribbons on the shoulder instead, if you'd prefer that." The offended snort and silence that followed it made him smile, satisfied, as he clipped the ends of the ribbon. He worked the best when the only sound he could hear was the ones of the ocean, after all. And speaking about his home; there was a lovely wind blowing through the open door ,which carried the salty scent of fresh air and water.
That, along with the cries of a seagull from afar, were all the convincing he needed before he put down the scissor again and headed for the porch. Once he had stepped through the door, he was greeted by a light breeze ruffling his short hair, making him smile. He took his time to savor the feeling of the worn, old tree beneath his naked feet as he looked out over the beach. He loved it almost as much as the feeling of water and sand. But just almost.
"Going for a walk?" There was still a trace of irritation in the voice, but he choose to ignore it as he answered.
"Yes. It's a lovely weather, after all." The small sigh that was heard inside his mind made the corner of his lips turn upwards again, as he walked over the porch and down the little staircase. It didn't take long before he could bury his toes in soft sand, closing his eyes to the sensation. He walked slowly over the beach towards the shore, the call of the waves compelling him to dip his feet and ankles in their salty water.
As he stood there, he didn't know what would happen, only that he longed for his home. He didn't know the movements of other's actions, only the ocean's scent embracing him. And the only thing he could hear except that, was the happy sigh of his brother. When he closed his eyes, he could almost believe that he was back in Atlantis...
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Started this last week in Åre, finished it now since I just had to get it off of my chest ^^'
He rolled his eyes as he heard that irritating voice again, while he let go of the black satin ribbon to let it fall back to the summer dress. His eyes traveled over the white, soft fabric as he answered, muttering to the other.
"Shut it, you don't know a shit about fashion." The man turned to the table to the left side of the mannequin, and reached for the scissor to shorten the satin. He had misjudged the length with about two centimeters...
"No, but I think deserve saying since, I'm gonna be wearing it." The baritone was dripping with sarcasm, so thick that he could have felt it run down the nape of his neck. With a sigh, he scratched his scalp with the side of the scissor and tried to come up with a good retort so the other would shut up. Since it was really starting to get on his nerves.
"Well, I can skip the rosette and put a cloth-flower with ribbons on the shoulder instead, if you'd prefer that." The offended snort and silence that followed it made him smile, satisfied, as he clipped the ends of the ribbon. He worked the best when the only sound he could hear was the ones of the ocean, after all. And speaking about his home; there was a lovely wind blowing through the open door ,which carried the salty scent of fresh air and water.
That, along with the cries of a seagull from afar, were all the convincing he needed before he put down the scissor again and headed for the porch. Once he had stepped through the door, he was greeted by a light breeze ruffling his short hair, making him smile. He took his time to savor the feeling of the worn, old tree beneath his naked feet as he looked out over the beach. He loved it almost as much as the feeling of water and sand. But just almost.
"Going for a walk?" There was still a trace of irritation in the voice, but he choose to ignore it as he answered.
"Yes. It's a lovely weather, after all." The small sigh that was heard inside his mind made the corner of his lips turn upwards again, as he walked over the porch and down the little staircase. It didn't take long before he could bury his toes in soft sand, closing his eyes to the sensation. He walked slowly over the beach towards the shore, the call of the waves compelling him to dip his feet and ankles in their salty water.
As he stood there, he didn't know what would happen, only that he longed for his home. He didn't know the movements of other's actions, only the ocean's scent embracing him. And the only thing he could hear except that, was the happy sigh of his brother. When he closed his eyes, he could almost believe that he was back in Atlantis...
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Started this last week in Åre, finished it now since I just had to get it off of my chest ^^'