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[break] The Cloversationist, an elite fashion magazine whose covers are usually graced by only the most attractive of wizards needs a model for their upcoming weekly issue. Go pose for their flamboyant photographer until he is satisfied!
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Minimum Number of Players: 1 [break]Minimum Word Count: 1,000 [break]Location: Town of Silva [break]Special Requirements: N/A
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Post by Verena Reinsberg on Mar 25, 2021 19:42:25 GMT -5
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109
012
062
070
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MANA SKIN grand+senior
HEALTH senior
MANA REGEN 30 IC // 30 OOC
MANA POOL 190/190
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It wasn't every day that Verena found herself in the Town of Silva, and that was for a good reason. The simple fact of the matter was that she did not really like the Silva. They had always looked down on her family, and it was hard for her to simply let those feelings go away. The fact they had an entire town for their 'estate' as far as politics went was enough to drive her mad, but she knew better than to actually try to ever speak her mind to a Silva.[break][break]
No, she was here for a very simple reason. The girl had a magazine clutched in her hands. It was embarrassing to be clutching such a thing, but it was the entire reason she had traveled to Silva to begin with. The Cloversionist had taken a shoot involving Suna and Hans at some point. It was an old shoot, she knew. But the fact was they had done it.[break][break]
...If they could do it, she could too. And truthfully, Verena needed some sort of distraction. Between her search for a cure that was leaving her with dead ends every which way, the need of trying to secure favor with other noble families, and of course the fact she was going to die in four years -- all this stress was getting to her. She needed something to do that would permanently keep her existence on record.[break][break]
Even if everyone would forget this magazine shoot, even if everyone would forget her, it would be an undeniable record of her existence. The only catch was how embarrassing it was. The truth was the brunette had been wanting to do this for quite a while, but unfortunately she simply never had the courage to. Truthfully, she still didn't. But...[break][break]
Verena glanced at the cover. Hans and Suna were on it. There was no way either of them posed in such an embarrassing manner for the entire population to bear witness to of their own volition. This was before the Kikka reclamation effort most likely as well. So as a couple, they were still... new if she was to guess. Yet they did it.[break][break]
And if they could do it, why couldn't she? Verena had managed to secure an appointment for a shoot, and after an interview, she had passed. The date was set for today, the time a few hours from now. She had shown up early with the intent to try to compose herself. In general, she imagined that was for the best anyway, as it would let the photographers go over what the plan was.[break][break]
Once inside, Verena removed her coat, putting it inside her bag. Believing that it wouldn't do her any favors for this interview, the woman was clad in her usual blue jumpsuit. It was made from an expensive-looking fabric, as was the dress over it, but it clearly was soft just from a glance. Her sleeveless black dress' contained red stitchings all around the ends, wrapping around her chest as well as just above her hip. Near the bottom of this fabric, red cloud-like patterns could be seen, decorating it in an extravagant manner. Her usual black heeled boots comfortably protected her feet.[break][break]
Verena actually had her hair let down -- the first time in quite literally years, letting it fall right to her hips. The truth was this was just as much to protect herself as much as it was to show off her hair. She had made sure that she had groomed it appropriately, and her dark brown locks were as smooth as her skin itself appeared. It ran past her shoulders and almost completely covered her back.[break][break]
The Cloversationist was a well-respected and dignified publisher with some of the best photographers in the world. How bad could it possibly be? With innocence and grace, the brunette walked into the shoot so that she could go over the shoot with the others as well as the partner she hadn't met yet. It was time to see just what was to be shot today.
Post by Hania Ravencrest✾ on Mar 26, 2021 18:40:02 GMT -5
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POWER 61
DURABILITY 2
SENSORY 50
STAMINA 51
CONTROL 59
MANA SKIN Grand + Senior
HEALTH Senior
MANA POOL 145/145
MANA REGEN 10 ic | 15 ooc
SPEED 10 m/s
STRENGTH 1/2 junior
[attr="class","haniaimage"]❝I hear a song of woe shadowing our past in sorrow.❞
[attr="class","haniascroll"] Due to spending so much time in Ryuu with Satori, he hadn't even realised his own family had gained a province until Lydia decided to summon everyone for some 'bonding'. He wasn't so naive to realize that 'bonding' was code for something else, she wasn't exactly the type to call the family together to have a tea party and a chin wag. Turned out his feelings were correct and the 'bonding' they were doing was that of family training. He himself had fought the youngest of their four now generals but that didn't mean that she wasn't to be taken seriously, she was cute and bubbly but still just as lethal as the others. He enjoyed sparring with Noire as she did keep him on his toes. Though, he still found it hard to believe that she was still armed with that giant axe and she could swing it as if was a basic sword.
After the training he decided he would stick around for a bit before heading back to his education within Ryuu, it was nice to see how places had changed even if it wasn't a lot. It had only been two months since he visited the royal capital of clover but he was now feeling a bit out of his element. It was a strange sensation but an expected one as now he had a foot in two different cultures that seemed the opposite even if they did have similarities. It was on this visit he heard a voice behind him, he recognised it from the few times that he had to be a model for the ever flamboyant photographer Zel. Stopping he turned to look at her as she approached his left hand went to his chest, his right hand slightly away from his body with the palm turned towards her as he bowed to her.
"Miss Emory it is a pleasure to see you once more." he said his tone polite as always, more so as they were in the open she smiled and gave a slight courtesy of her own. He took her hand gently in his own and kissed it gently showing his chivalrous side making the woman blush and giggle in a bubbly manner. "Ever the gentleman." she said holding out a letter "We've been trying to send this to you but no one exactly knew where you were." she said warmly, Hania took the letter into his hand and opened it. He had a bad feeling about what this was going to be about but he was hoping he was wrong. Upon taking the letter out and reading it turned out that he was anything but. Zel wanted him to model again.
He knew that bet with Lydia was gonna bite him in the ass and it has as he was quickly becoming one of the favoured models to Zel it would seem. "When is this shoot scheduled?" he asked the blonde-haired woman standing in front of him "Today, in around an hours time." she answered. He honestly didn't want to deal with it but it wasn't like he could just turn it down either, it opened other avenues of the family and allowed him to serve them in other ways. "Lead the way." he said with a gentle tone the woman smile brightened as he agreed "I am so sorry that it is last moment like I said no one knew where you were." she said starting to walk towards where the shoot was going to be held. He let out a silent frustrated sigh as he walked behind her, it wasn't her fault he just hated doing this.
He moved to open the door allowing the hairdresser to enter the building first and followed after. The moment he entered Zel rushed over to him and started to shake his hand "Wonderful! Wonderful!" he announced Hania was at current wondering how much trouble he would get in for killing the gaudy looking tulip of a man shaking his hand as if he were some sort of sleazeball. "I'm glad to model for you once more, but, may I have my hand back?" he asked with a light chuckle, the moment that he mentioned that Zel let go of his hand. "Oh! of course! Of course!" he said his voice was as bouncy as ever. He wondered if the photographer was ever going to change to decaffeinated coffee at this point because he seriously would need to if he wanted to continue to breathe.
He looked over the man sporting a deep forest green pair of skinny jeans and a frilly bright red shirt. 'Seems like he's still falling into his closet in the morning.' he thought to himself "We have a wonderful female model to be your partner this time." he said walking off, the teenage heir followed silently nodding. He didn't care so longs this was done quickly because he would rather be anywhere but there at that moment but he had committed and so would see it through. "We're going to try something a bit different today, but we'll make sure that you are as fabulous as always!" he boldly announced as Hania took a seat in a salon chair so his make-up and hair could be done. He knew soon enough his partner would join him in this hell, it would be interesting to see just who that other unfortunate soul was.
Combat Summary
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Post by Verena Reinsberg on Mar 27, 2021 4:15:33 GMT -5
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HEALTH senior
MANA REGEN 30 IC // 30 OOC
MANA POOL 190/190
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Verena was not on a name by name basis with any of these people. She did not know any of them. But the receptionist who greeted her was at least pleasant enough, guiding the new girl to the room where the photoshoot would be taking place. Of course, she also answered any questions Verena had once she had confirmed that it was her as well. It seemed that she was in good hands, something she had already expected going into this, but it was always nice to receive confirmation in this manner given how strange this was.[break][break]
How strange was it... for six years, she had traveled alone. Verena hunted for her own food after she was taught. She honed her magic, her skill, learned a variety of elements. She did all of this just so that she could become strong. Even now, she was still seeking further strength and support from the Noble Families of Clover so that she could become head of her family, returning to the place where the source of all of her traumas began. And yet, she couldn't shake this uneasiness she felt with this shoot. A lot of people read the Cloversionist, didn't they? So many people would see her... well, it was at least a dignified and respected publication as far as modeling went, even if diverse in what it covered.[break][break]
Being brought back to the shoot, she took notice from a distance as a white-haired male shifted uncomfortably as an eccentric man had practically stolen his hand. His excitement was overflowing, eccentricity expected of one in this industry. She couldn't see his face, but it was clear that this was another noble she was to be working with given his manners. Not that she minded, of course -- though she did dread the idea of having to work with a Silva. If he was a Silva, it meant this entire shoot was likely to be a catastrophe. No chance that one would work with a mere Reinsberg. Of course, there was only one other possibility that would be even worse off, but as far as she knew there were none from that family that would be here... there was no reason to...[break][break]
Zel's attire was questionable in her eyes -- no, it was more accurate to say she thought of it as a disaster. The colors reminded her of some of the festivities she had seen in the Yule Festival, but the frilly red top showed class and refinement, whereas the skinny jeans were anything but. But given this photographer's clear zeal and passion for his craft, as well as how bizarre fashion could be at times, she assumed that was just how he was.[break][break]
The receptionist told Verena to stay put, as she went over to Zel. The two talked for a bit before she was called over. Verena grabbed the ends of the dress, though not the, crossing one leg in front of the other as she gracefully lowered herself for a moment, before standing back upright and clasped her hands together. "Thank you for having me," she began to say, smiling towards Zel, though her next comment was meant for both Hania and the photographer. "This is my first shoot, but I will try my best to make it worthwhile for all involved."[break][break]
It was at this point, however, that she actually took notice of Hania's face. Wait...[break][break]
White hair. Effeminate facial features. Blue eyes. Expensive looking clothing, though not gaudy like some nobles. She knew him. Verena knew that she knew him. This was... Hania Ravencrest, wasn't it? No, what business did a Ravencrest have here? She wasn't super attentive to the Cloversionist, so she wouldn't have known about the Ravencrest's modeling career. It was purely chance that she had come across Suna and Hans' shoot together to begin with. However, this didn't bode well for the brunette. Internally, she panicked even further.[break][break]
Hania was one who could control her family's entire future. Her entire future. If this shoot didn't go well, if he said anything negative to Lydia about her... then it was game over. Her dreams were over. She had to ensure that no matter what happened, she didn't upset him in the slightest. Or give him reason to even bring her up to his sister. "It's a pleasure to meet both of you, Zel. And you must be... Hania Ravencrest, right?" she asked, though she knew. It was only for formalities sake.[break][break]
"I'm Verena," she said, deliberately omitting her family name, before the reception butted in. "Verena Reinsberg."[break][break]
Post by Hania Ravencrest✾ on Mar 28, 2021 9:05:02 GMT -5
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POWER 61
DURABILITY 2
SENSORY 50
STAMINA 51
CONTROL 59
MANA SKIN Grand + Senior
HEALTH Senior
MANA POOL 145/145
MANA REGEN 10 ic | 15 ooc
SPEED 10 m/s
STRENGTH 1/2 junior
[attr="class","haniaimage"]❝I hear a song of woe shadowing our past in sorrow.❞
[attr="class","haniascroll"] Hania remained within his chair his eyes closed as his make-up was done by the normal brunette that dealt with him when he was modelling for Zel. He wouldn't have minded if another person was to deal with his make-up, hair or wardrobe, after all, this was just a job to him the only thing he had made clear was his hair was never to be cut. He didn't care if it would grow back, he wouldn't give permission for it to be altered in such a method. The first time he had met the blonde-haired hairdresser he made it clear in no circumstance would he allow it, that it would spell issues for both of them but it would be far worse for her given who she would have to deal with. It was on the second time she dealt with him she made sure to tell him his hair wouldn't be touched.
Of course, it was dyed black which he hated but he bore with it given the time of year, he hated the shade of black but it wasn't like he could pretend it didn't exist as much as he wanted to. He seemed completely at ease with what was happening to his face, the women were having a conversation with him and he would sign quite competently even with his eyes closed in response to them. It was easier to do that talking and causing issues when it came to his hair and makeup because it would have to be completely done again if there was even one slip-up. When he heard another voice however he stopped and raised his hand as if asking for a moment before they continued.
It seemed as if he was being allowed it but he was spun around in his chair so he wouldn't be able to see how he looked until they were finished. He looked at the woman in front of him as she introduced herself to Zel and confirmed who he was "I am Hania, yes." he said simply as he stood to take her hand kissing it lightly "It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Reinsberg, I have heard of your family." he said calmly thinking nothing of the implications that the other may think of his words. He was heir to one of the most prominent noble families of the kingdom so it stood to reason he would know of other noble families. Though, at this point calling her family noble was laughable at best as they had pretty much fallen so far from grace they may as well be commoners. He didn't think any less of the woman standing in front of him.
He didn't know of the circumstances but knew she was the heiress of her family, being an heir himself he knew just how much pressure that puts on a person's shoulders. It was believed between her father's psychosis and her running away that the family had fallen onto hard times. The thing was if rumours were to be believed it happened before she ran away but during the time Renfir had begun to lose his mind. It was a sad state of affairs as he truly was one of the shining stars of the magic knights, he had been lucky enough to meet him once or twice when he was younger. He had been polite enough but things had changed drastically when the shattering happened, that was when everything had gone downhill. It was like his personality had completely switched and for the worst, he often wondered the story behind it.
He could have attempted to gain an audience with the man but he wasn't too sure he would like the outcome so never had. With introductions and formalities out of the way he once again sat in the chair, he had been sat in previously. "We should get ready, we wouldn't want to keep Zel waiting, he's a very busy individual after all." he said the man seemingly enjoying the slight ego stroke that the white-haired male heir had given him "Oh, yes! Yes! Indeed! Tah-tah, for now, my darlings!" he said almost seemingly to skip off back to deal with something else. Hania closed his eyes and was turned around so his make-up and hair could continue being done. Where he did believe that Zel was indeed a busy person he just really wanted the eyesore of a man out of his personal space, he was just very tactful in his approach.
The woman once again started to talk with Hania and each other and he went back to signing having a pleasant conversation with the pair of the woman, as soon as Verena would sit down her own make-up and hair would have started to be done by highly skilled individuals. "Hania, you'll need to stop signing we need to put nail polish on your nails." he was caught off guard with that one, where they actually going to be turning him into a woman for this shoot. He doubted that they would have the gall but even if they did he knew that it was too late to back out and he wasn't about to fuss about something that would be removed before he left the building. He gave the signal for okay and allowed his nails to get manicured and painted listening to the others gab contently.
In honesty, he was dreading what to expect when he opened his eyes given they had been working a lot around his eyes forehead and cheeks. "Verena, if you wouldn't mind taking a seat we'll get your hair and make-up done. We are thinking something very natural for the idea of the shoot." the young man who was dealing with her would say turning the chair towards her. Verena would be able to see that Hania's makeup was anything but 'natural' it was however elegant and detailed. As soon as she sat down the dirty fair-haired male started to do her makeup "You seemed nervous when entering, it's fine honestly. Zel is super understanding and you have an experienced male model working with you. As much as many people may think he doesn't bite, though I wouldn't mind if he bit me." he said with a chuckle, this was met with a brief glare from the blonde-haired woman dealing with Hania's hair.
Combat Summary
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Post by Verena Reinsberg on Mar 29, 2021 13:26:21 GMT -5
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MANA SKIN grand+senior
HEALTH senior
MANA REGEN 30 IC // 30 OOC
MANA POOL 190/190
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When Hania motioned for her hand, Verena instinctively stepped back at first, but as quick as it was she made sure it didn't cause a scene, forcing herself to go along with it. He wouldn't cause her harm. He had no reason to. Her right hand moved so that he could accept it, a light kiss present upon the back of it per greetings of the time. It had been a very long time since she had dealt with the customs of nobility, but she hadn't forgotten what was and what wasn't acceptable. She hoped not, at least. This was just a greeting -- a gentlemen's respect unto a lady.[break][break]
Offering a smile to Hania when the younger man mentioned hearing of her family, the woman only offered a slightly awkward smile. There wasn't exactly a lot her family was known for. In fact, there was only one notable thing in recent years, and that was the fact her father had nearly killed her as far as the rest of the noble region was concerned. Of course, she knew there was no chance that Hania wouldn't be aware of her family and their circumstances. "Of course, yes... I do wish we actually had something positive to our name, but I do hope that I can turn things around in time. But that's neither here nor there," she said, trying to shift the topic from her family as she moved her hand back to her side when Hania freed it. Not too quickly, she had to make sure she didn't offer further disrespect to the Ravencrest.[break][break]
The less time spent talking about herself and her family in front of a Ravencrest was probably for the best. There was no reason for him to care, What could she offer one who had access to everything? Besides that, she knew that the Ravencrest family did not operate without Lydia making decisions. None would be able to support her without first having that ran by their own family head. And with as imposing as that woman was, Verena truthfully felt it best to not bother her with her own problems -- let alone her families. But because of the setbacks she was experiencing, she wondered if she even had a choice in the matter...[break][break]
Hania mentioned that the two should get ready so they wouldn't cause any delays for the ever-busy Zel, while Hania returned to being groomed by the beauticians. Verena glanced around when the receptionist who was leaving took notice of her. "Oh, Verena. Momo over there is waiting for you," she said pointing over a woman whose hair reminded Verena more of a rainbow than actual hair with how many colors she could point out. Combined with her long hair and the angle, it really did just look like a rainbow...[break][break]
With a silent nod of her head, Verena walked over to this woman. "Ayy, you're Verena?" the woman asked.[break][break]
"Momo" as it were carried herself with a sort of carefree and lax disposition. Her white top was loose, though still modest. Verena wasn't sure on just the fabric was, but it seemed like cloth. Nothing too expensive. Her pants were black dress pants went nicely with these pants, even if a basic combination. As plan as her attire was, her hair compensated. Still, her facial features were distinct enough, and the woman had a pleasant hourglass figure even if her assets might have come off as "flat" to any potential male partner. Not that Verena cared one way or another.[break][break]
"I'm Momo. It's a pleasure to meet'chya," she said, letting the brunette sit down in the chair. "You've got some really beautiful lookin' skin. Makes me jealous. Looking like porcelain or something."[break][break]
And so, the woman got to work; makeup, hairstyle, so on and so forth. Verena's hair was of decent length given what the shoot was, but she did trim it just a bit shorter. Not too much though. Verena sat down patiently and quietly, making conversation when and where it was brought up, but she herself didn't have a whole lot to say on matters. She was just letting the woman do her job. The truth was she was quite anxious -- she still had no idea what this shoot was going to be, after all. And not hearing anything about it still made her a little uneasy.
Post by Hania Ravencrest✾ on Mar 29, 2021 18:14:09 GMT -5
[attr="class","haniastats"]
POWER 61
DURABILITY 2
SENSORY 50
STAMINA 51
CONTROL 59
MANA SKIN Grand + Senior
HEALTH Senior
MANA POOL 145/145
MANA REGEN 10 ic | 15 ooc
SPEED 10 m/s
STRENGTH 1/2 junior
[attr="class","haniaimage"]❝I hear a song of woe shadowing our past in sorrow.❞
[attr="class","haniascroll"] Hania blinked as Verena pulled away from his gesture, he meant no harm in the action and even if he did he wouldn't be doing it with so many witnesses around. He began to stand straight, he couldn't say that he understood why she would do such a thing but he hadn't taken offence to it. He was aware enough to know not everyone was comfortable with such a formal greeting, still, it had seemed as if she had changed her mind and so kissed her hand lightly before standing to look at her. There had been a very brief interaction before he had once again taken his seat, he paid little mind to the gabbing around him after he was told that his nails were getting painted. It wasn't like he could talk due to his make-up doing, it was during this time however he went over how she had acted with his greeting.
"All done." the blonde hairdresser said allowing Hania to open his eyes, before he even looked at the mirror he looked at Verena "Miss Reinsberg, I do apologise if I made you uncomfortable. I do understand I was quite forward with what I done upon greeting you. Never feel like you must allow another to do such a thing regardless of situation or status, your body is yours and only you have rights to decide what happens to it." he said with a softer than normal tone "In fact, I would have fully have accepted being hit and told I was being inappropriate." he smiled faintly "A little piece of advice from one heir to another stand your ground and don't waiver regardless of how hard that might be." he said it was clear he was trying to help her, he was starting to think that was becoming a secondary job at this point.
"As foolish as this may seem you are more likely to be taken seriously and will gain more respect in doing that single thing." he finished before turning his attention to the mirrors his hand going to his head the moment he seen how he looked his eyes closing as if he was in pain. 'That's all I need right now.' he thought to himself, the woman beside him starting to panic and sending someone to gain some water and a medic to help him. He raised his hand to stop them "There is no need, I have had shooting pains recently, it is nothing to worry about. I'll be fine shortly." he said calmly the women looked at each other biting their bottom lip "I would love a cup of lemongrass tea however." he said knowing if they didn't do something then they would continue to worry.
"Why do I have to look like a daemon?" he caught himself before he winced due to the faint trigger just by saying that word. "Zel wanted starcrossed lovers this shoot." the brunette that had been doing his make up said "And given what happened to the royal capital, Raque and Kikka he wants to do it with a daemon? Is he insane?" his voice showed he really didn't really approve of making a romance between a human and a daemon, he knew that Lydia was going to flip her lid when she saw this, in all honesty, it made him more than a little uncomfortable given what he saw via triggers daily. The looks of those around him told him everything he needed to know, they must have tried to talk him out of it but being the eccentric man he was Zel ignored them.
It was honestly too late for him to back out of this, he calmed his mind reminding himself from some of the flashes that he got that not all daemons were the same. They were still all bastards in his mind but some were worse than others. "Do you want to leave Hania?" the blonde asked he sighed shaking his head "No, I gave my word and I will stand by it even if I do not agree with the topic." he said his tone was once again calm as he looked at his black nails, he had no idea what their fascination with the shade was, at least this time he was being allowed to keep his hair white so he was thanking the gods for small miracles. He truly hated his hair being messed with in such a way especially with the threat of it being shortened.
Hania stood from his seat and looked Verena "I will see you after we have dressed in whatever has been decided for us." he said to the other, the makeup artist had decided to be the one to accompany him "Hania, that thing you wanted help with last time..." she whispered making Hania nodding "You'll need my help again this time." she was making sure to keep her voice low so it was discrete which he appreciated "Very well." he opened the door allowing her to walk in before he did so when the pair where inside he closed the door and locked it before he started to undo his top. He was obviously reluctantly doing so in front of another but this woman was now under contract with his family if she broke her silence it would come with severe consequences as his family liked their privacy and their secrets shrouded.
With his top off he folded it and put it to the side neatly, the makeup artist now saw just how marked he was. She had absolutely no idea that the 'tattoo' was this large. "Not exactly what you were expecting is it." he said to her, she shook her head "This isn't a tattoo unless someone really hated you." she said starting to paint over it with makeup "My birth parents were not kind people." he said simply, she dropped the conversation after those words as it wasn't her place to pry into his personal life. She also realized if she kept pushing into a subject he didn't want to go into it would cost her job and with him being the heir of one of the most powerful families in the kingdom she knew if he truly wanted to he could ruin not only her but her entire family.
He remained perfectly still as her transformation continued "You realize I wouldn't affect your livelihood if you asked about the thing." he said calmly the woman looked up at him, his eyes were closed but she could see it wasn't easy for him "I know, you aren't a vindictive person." she answered she actually felt pity for him if his parents were as cruel as he had mentioned. Soon enough the makeup covered up the black mark completely, if a person was to see it now they wouldn't have believed he actually had a 'tattoo' at all. "Thank you very much, now if you will excuse me I have to change." he said standing escorting her to the door of his dressing room, once she left he closed down the wall and closed his eyes. He wanted to know what the hell he had done to deserve this.
After a moment he regained his composure and got up moving to where the clothing was hanging, it was white and in his style the thing was it didn't have a top for under the robe and now he understood why she had warned him in advance. His torso at least was going to be on view in this shoot. Why did Zel do this to him? He changed out of the trousers he was in and into the ones provided for him. They were light and comfortable so he couldn't exactly complain about them, when he put on the robe however he felt like he was going to drown in it, he also noticed how there was a moonstone like belt that was to go around his waist. This was foreboding in his opinion but he put it on and left his room heading to where the shoot was to take place. He wondered how Verena would be looking and just how badly this was going to go. It wasn't as if he liked he walked around like this at home even when he was tired or sick so to do it in front of strangers make him wish the earth just opened up and swallowed him.
Post by Verena Reinsberg on Mar 31, 2021 3:11:11 GMT -5
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109
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062
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HEALTH senior
MANA REGEN 30 IC // 30 OOC
MANA POOL 190/190
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It wasn't that Verena didn't like it. Growing up, she had just come to expect such greetings. However... she did not like being touched. No matter how small, no matter how brief the contact was. It only reminded her of how her father had nearly taken her life -- with mere touch. That one single instance had such a traumatizing effect on her that the very nature of the magic prevented her from being able to comfortably enjoy even the most basic of human interactions. Hania had done nothing wrong; if anything, he had only done what was considered proper, even if as a Reinsberg she was beneath such graces.[break][break]
When Hania apologized for making her uncomfortable or rather apologized for the possibility, Verena shook her head. "N-No, you're fine. It's uhm... just personal reasons. I've been away from the Noble Region for awhile after all... so I haven't exactly been greeted in such a way for some time, either. It simply caught me off guard. Please, pay it no mind. I'm the one who should be apologizing. I offer my sincerest apologies for my rudeness to your manners."[break][break]
Verena's tone was sincere because she was sincere. She knew that Hania was only doing what he had been raised to do when greeting another woman, and though she thought herself beneath such a greeting. The Ravencrest were the elite of the elite. She did not expect him nor want him to know of her circumstances nor her reason for that slight, but she also did not want to be rude about it. Her tone was not trying to belittle herself or her family; though she knew both Hania and herself were heirs, she also knew the social hierarchy of the two families. As one who believed in structure, following that structure until she had the means to bring change to it was an important part of her life. "I do appreciate the advice though. I'll be sure to do just that when I feel the need to do so." she said.[break][break]
Still... the way he was giving advice right now. It reminded her of something. Glancing at her right hand after the Ravencrest had went to get his makeup down, she glanced back. What an odd impression. The idea was absurd, but it wasn't her place to bring that up. She knew how impossible that was -- how ludicrous that was. Hania had existed well before the attack in Kikka, Raque, and the Royal Capital after all.[break][break]
After this exchange, Verena went to this Momo. Momo was quite talkative, unlike Verena. However, she was more quiet than usual as a result of her nerves -- something Momo caught onto. "You know, relaxing is key to a good shoot. First time, right? You needn't worry. There's no pressure -- you're in good hands. Zel is a true mage when it comes to his craft, and when it comes to make-up and style, I know my thing. You'll be even more gorgeous by the time I'm done with you."[break][break]
Verena took a deep breath. It was just... all too bizarre. She had gone almost her entire life without ever wearing make up. She had learned to style her hair from her caretakers -- it was why she was so partial to twin tails. The old woman who had taught her cloth magic also helped her braid her hair into that ponytail as well. But beyond that, she had no real experience in styling her hair. These were all foreign concepts to her, and the excess of it all caught her off guard. Hania seemed quite at home. It seemed he did this quite a bit. Was he hired by the Cloversionist then? She wasn't entirely sure.[break][break]
"...Thank you, Momo. By the way, uhm... what exactly is the shoot to be about?"[break][break]
"Eh? You mean you don't know?" Momo asked, astonished. "Ugh, that's just like Zel and the others. So caught up in their own little worlds. 'Starcrossed Lovers' is the theme. A daemon and human. We'll be doing a few single shots, then follow up with a couples one as well."[break][break]
This completely caught the heiress off guard. "I'm sorry? A ... A daemon? Z-Zel does know that the attacks on Kikka, as well as the Royal Capital and Raque are still fresh on people's minds, right? Isn't he worried about the backlash?"[break][break]
Momo nodded her head as she ran a brush through Verena's silky locks of hair. "That's precisely why he's doing it. Artsy types like him seem to balance out risk and reward, and he seems to think the reward is worth the risk. Controversy gets people speaking. That in turn creates attention. It's free publicity, really. Regardless of if you feel it's right or wrong, it works. A proven fact."[break][break]
A simple, irritated huff showed her feelings on the matter. As one who was part of the Kikka reclamation effort, she couldn't exactly say she took too kindly to the struggles of everyone who had been involved in the reclamation effort as well as those who tried to protect it. It felt like it spat on the lives of everyone who had died during that time, and she truly wasn't sure if it was a good idea or not if she went through with this or not. But at the same time, she was a Noble. She was already here. To turn back now wouldn't just be going back on her word -- it would cause a massive set back. And that would be far worse for her own image than likely going through with this shoot.[break][break]
Verena's makeup was much simpler compared to Hania's. Whereas he was to play the part of the daemon, she was to play the part of the human. Momo decided that it would be best to apply the makeup in a more natural manner. The makeup was applied not too strongly, instead only adding emphasis on the strengths of her facial structure.[break][break]
However, the length of her hair did give Momo a bit of a problem to ensure it was neatly groomed. There was a lot to cover, and that took a lot more effort than the makeup. It was for that reason, combined with the fact Hania's makeup artist was already with him, that he had managed to finish first -- though it wasn't exactly a long wait in between. Hania informed Verena that he would see her when they had decided what they would be wearing. "Mhm. See you then," she said just before the finishing touches on her makeup were completed (her hair had been done first, after all).[break][break]
The makeup artist who had been with Hania whispered something, then the two went off. Momo, however, tilted her head in an ever-so-curious manner. "Those two have quite an interesting rumor about 'em, wanna' hear?" she asked Verena when the two had left.[break][break]
"U-uhm... respectfully, I must decline. I'm afraid I'm not too into gossip..." Verena said, offering a slightly awkward smile.[break][break]
"Ah... that's fine. 'Nother time then. Keeps things lively. Anyway, let's see here... I'll toss you over to Rebecca to help with the wardrobe. She's got more details on that sorta' thing than I do," Momo said, looking around the room before she spotted a blonde woman. "Ayy! Beck! All finished here; she's all yours."[break][break]
'Rebecca', as Momo identified, approached the two. Unlike Momo, Rebecca seemed much more like Verena. Her sense of fashion was a little more... revealing than what she herself would personally choose, especially given the woman's assets, but she carried a sense of dignity about herself. If not for the revealing outfit, Verena would have believed her from a proper noble family -- though it still wasn't out of the realm of possibility.[break][break]
"Come," she said flatly. Her tone wasn't really personable, but it also wasn't distant. It was clear the woman was just doing her job and nothing more -- Verena didn't really mind that though.[break][break]
"That dress you're wearing now -- it will work quite well for the shoot at large. However, it's quite old. At least by five years. It won't work. Thankfully, we have something quite similar -- no doubt made by the same people. More modern," the woman said as she guided the brunette to the wardrobe. "It's very rare someone wears something that serves to give inspiration. You have wonderful taste."[break][break]
"Than-"[break][break]
"Shame you ruin it with that jumpsuit. It's bizarre fashion sense; something like that to be worn under an exotic-looking dress? Color wise, things work. But I personally find the jumpsuit distasteful in combination with it."[break][break]
Ah... Verena didn't like this woman anymore.[break][break]
The woman looked around, expertly moving her way through the various racks of clothing. It was clear that she knew exactly what she was looking for given that she managed to find the dress pretty quickly. Indeed, it was similar to Verena's own dress, even with the red stitchings and cloud pattern. However, the fabric seemed to be of much higher quality, and the clouds were a little more detailed. In addition, the various straps that fell downward seemed to all be more firm. There wouldn't be any risk of exposing anything.[break][break]
"Get changed," Rebecca said as she carefully handed the dress to the brunette -- though her tone was more of a demand.[break][break]
"Uhm... what do I wear underneath?" Verena asked, her cheeks flaring up a bright red. Was this woman seriously insinuating that Verena...?[break][break]
For the first time, the woman's stern demeanor dropped as she couldn't help but laugh. "Relax, relax. There's no risk of anything unwanted being captured. This dress was specifically made with that point in mind. To proudly stand liberated from the conventional and societal norms as one's own woman, free from earthly matters. Even then, we wouldn't ever let a model have that shame. You'll be exposing skin, but nothing that you wouldn't want the world to see."[break][break]
Rebecca paused for a moment. "Well, there might be a little bit of your tush."[break][break]
Verena's rosey cheeks flared up even more. "E-Eh?!"[break][break]
"A joke. You're quite innocent for someone wearing one of the Delacroix line of clothing. How strange."[break][break]
Verena thought about responding why she wore this dress, but explaining that she just thought it comfortable was probably way too silly a thing to respond. Ultimately, Verena let out a defeated sigh. Was she really about to go out to a shoot and ... and... how many people read the Cloversionist? How many people would see her? What would they think? Did she have any right to be in this shoot? It might cause problems for plenty of people in the kingdom... Verena's mind raced as she stared at the dress...[break][break]
Verena took a deep breath. It wasn't as if she could turn back now, but she had ended up here now. Whether or not she should be in this shoot was no longer a matter up for debate. She effectively had to now. "Oh, and. You don't need your glasses, right? Go ahead and hand them to Zel or one of the others when you finish, they'll keep them safe."[break][break]
Verena blinked, before recalling that during the interview it was Rebecca herself who had interviewed her. In that interview, she didn't have her glasses on. It seemed she had forgotten to take them off. With a heavy sigh, Verena did as she was told...[break][break]
Verena made her way to the shooting room. Her figure was already visible due to the form-fitting nature of her clothing, but Verena had on a choker necklace around her throat -- something that this dress thankfully came with. It would hide the marks from her curse. Between that and her hair, she didn't need to worry about anyone seeing it. Momo hadn't said anything so Verena assumed she didn't see it, either.[break][break]
Verena was clearly having to force herself to hold her head high -- both metaphorically and literally. She was clearly embarrassed to be exposing this much even if nothing indecent was shown. Her arms, hips, belly, the upper part of her leg from the sides, and most embarrassingly was part of her cleavage. Though not too much of the latter, it didn't exactly matter with this dress.[break][break]
The brunette had to force her eyes over to Hania, but when she saw he was shirtless, she quickly averted her gaze. "Aha... this is going to be a very rough first shoot..." she muttered aloud.[break][break]
Everyone but Hania was busy when she said that, so she didn't need to worry about them paying attention to her. At least they were suffering together. She hadn't even had a chance to get a good look at his face. Not yet, at least.
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Post by Hania Ravencrest✾ on Mar 31, 2021 16:12:48 GMT -5
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POWER 61
DURABILITY 2
SENSORY 50
STAMINA 51
CONTROL 59
MANA SKIN Grand + Senior
HEALTH Senior
MANA POOL 145/145
MANA REGEN 10 ic | 15 ooc
SPEED 10 m/s
STRENGTH 1/2 junior
[attr="class","haniaimage"]❝I hear a song of woe shadowing our past in sorrow.❞
[attr="class","haniascroll"] He had given his advice and returned to have his preparations done, in his mind the brunette had no reason to apologise to him. It was clear he was far from insulted, he was more confused than anything else in all honesty. It was then that the pair were told by their individual groups what the theme was this issue. It was beyond controversial and it seemed as if they both were unhappy with it. It was beyond insensitive to those who had been affected by the daemons in the not so distant past and spat on people's attempts to heal. He was a man of his word and so would see this through, had he known in advance he would have blatantly refused. He may have not personally been affected by what happened but he lived in the Royal Capital, his families allies lived in Raque and Kikka... well he still avoided that place like a plague.
He hadn't ever stepped one foot in Kikka since even before the darkness claimed it and yet he could give you a detailed map of where things were all over the town. In fact, he knew details of things that happened within the town during the initial attack, during the two months that it was left in darkness and even during the siege to gain the town back. It was unnerving, these flashes he got were a menace, had he come forward and even told his sister about what was going on maybe they could have gone in sooner but he still didn't really speak of anything. He had told his sister during the spirit ball that he had seen down the corridor towards the royal archives, he didn't know if she had taken him seriously. He had been handed a glass of wine and told to drink it.
He drank it and within the first sip, he already could tell he didn't how it made him feel, he was instructed to drink it all and did so though didn't do it without his complaint being heard first. He understood why Lydia had made him do it, she was trying to take the edge off but he told her in no uncertain terms he would never touch alcohol again due to how it made him feel. Other things since have been looked into to help him with triggers but at current, they were very situational and so no permanent solution had been found to help him with his situation. It was a bother to him but it was his life and it was something that he had been dealing with his entire life and he didn't see it ending till he breathed his last breath.
After his makeup, hair and nails were done he was escorted to his changing room by the make-up artist that had told him about needing the same service as he asked of her before. Out of the staff, she was the only one who knew about his marking, he had agreed and after a short time, he was left alone in his changing room to get changed. He needed to compose himself due to not liking anyone seeing that external reminder he was a cursed child. Dressing himself he made his way out of the changing room and headed towards where the shoot would be taken. He listened as the women gushed over his appearance, it wasn't exactly like he normally allowed his form to be seen. He was toned and clearly, he was in shape, it was well known that the teenager was still single which none of the women could understand.
Hania was called over and the scene was instantly changed, it looked like a regal palace of marble, red and gold silks "Do you need instruction on how to do this?" someone asked that helped settle him "No, I'll be fine thank you." he said moving to his knees his eyes changing colour to amber as the one who asked him the question used transformation. He simply looked longingly and defeated his eyes to the side and the image was taken, his eyes closed as a look of pain crossed his face his knees coming to his chest and the second image was taken. He moved to take a single knee almost as if he was about to swear an oath as a knight his hand reached out towards the camera, his body moving to lean forward as a look of desperation appeared on his face. The next image was taken.
It was clear he was comfortable in this craft, in truth he hated it but he had to do everything he could to show otherwise. This was more his cousin Cooper's scene, he was the one that was into fashion and always looking good. He still couldn't believe he had a wardrobe in his carriage but he honestly wasn't surprised. He stood up allowing the robe he was wearing to fall off his shoulders and stopping at his waist, it hadn't been planned as a pose but it was still captured. He listened as each and every time he was praised by the eccentric and gaudy tulip of a photographer. Soon he lowered himself to the ground, his torso touching the cool ground that felt like marble. He rested his head on his right forearm, his left arm was under him, he was smiling almost as if he was at peace.
The hairdresser that had been dealing with him moved into the scene quickly to move his hair where it would be that much more natural. She also lowered the robe to the small of his back the moonstone belt seen around his waist, he listened to Zel's praise of him once more before he took the image and then told him he had everything he would need. Standing he dusted himself off and headed to where a seat was waiting for him. The moment he sat down Verena would be called and a cup of lemongrass tea would be offered to him. He thanked the one who gave it to him before looking at Verena "Remain relaxed and follow your instincts." he advised her before taking a sip of the tea, this was not exactly an easy shoot for either of them most likely but he concentrated on other things while he was doing his solo shoot.
Post by Verena Reinsberg on Apr 1, 2021 15:02:51 GMT -5
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109
012
062
070
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MANA SKIN grand+senior
HEALTH senior
MANA REGEN 30 IC // 30 OOC
MANA POOL 190/190
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Verena was of course praised by Momo when she stepped out. "I already know you had an astonishing figure, but your skin is so impossibly amazing!" she said, causing the brunette to awkwardly smile. "It's like porcelain, but at the same time, it's so distinctly healthy. You'd do well to grow some more meat though, Verena. You're practically just bone! It's one thing to prepare for a shoot, but I don't like seeing our girls kill themselves just to look good."[break][break]
Moving about uncomfortably, Verena offered a faint smile -- albeit forced to the rainbow-haired woman. "U-Uhm... you don't need to worry about that," Verena began to say. "I just don't have much of an appetite to begin with. But I make sure to eat till I'm full if I have the opportunity all the same."[break][break]
The hairdresser suddenly drew closer, right in Verena's face as if trying to get an honest reaction out of Verena. "...You're a terrible liar, you know? But that's a good thing. You shouldn't ever become skilled in lying. I won't pry though. Not my business."[break][break]
...It wasn't the first time someone had realized she was lying, nor would it be the last. Verena let out a defeated sigh. She couldn't just say what it was her father had done to her, nor should she specify that it was her who was nearly killed that day. Truthfully, not bringing up her family in any capacity was for the best. There wouldn't be a reason for them to be brought up, as they were unremarkable. Their only claim to fame in recent years was her father's attempted murder of one of his children. Other than that, they were only known to argue and fight amongst themselves.[break][break]
Momo walked back to her place, as Verena took a seat. Hania was getting his photos taken care of, which gave the brunette a chance to ruminate and think. How were her cousins doing? She hadn't seen them in some time. Verena did miss them dearly. There was still the matter of getting in contact with Julien too. But it would be quite difficult to actually get in contact with them without going home. No doubt her family had gotten word about her by this point. She... wanted to stop by again. It had been a while. They had met her with scorn the first time she returned, despite participating in the Kikka reclamation. They accused her of stolen valor. But she didn't care. She hadn't visited them expecting a warm welcome to begin with.[break][break]
Deciding she would pay them a visit after this, Verena glanced forward to the shot. Hania's upper body was in stark contrast to his face. His effeminate features were in stark contrast to his own toned body. He was in excellent shape. For a mage, being physically fit wasn't too important. But obviously, it still had its uses. Verena thought of it as a strange combination -- that face on that body, but it wasn't as if he was grossly muscular. He was simply fit, and so it wasn't too strange. Of course, she didn't really have anything to base that on other than her own sense of aesthetic...[break][break]
Still, as each shot was taken it was clear that Hania had done this before. This was not his first shoot. That caught her a little bit by surprise, but she supposed with features like his own he was certainly desirable by many women. How they reacted just a bit ago was honestly just proof of that. But something was... strange. Even when he saw her come out, Hania hadn't said anything to her. Was he focused on the shoot at hand? It would make sense if so. Still, was he the sort that was that engrossed into what he was doing? Did he enjoy it that much?[break][break]
Hania's shoot finished, and it was her turn now. Approaching the woman with some simple advice -- to remain relaxed and to just follow her instincts -- she nodded her head. But it was clear something confused her. His advice made sense, of course. But he hadn't really said anything beyond that. Curiously, Verena checked her clothing. Was something off? Did she have something on her skin? Her face? Surely, someone would have said something sooner if that was the case. She didn't really know what to say, so all she could do was just... nod her head to the Ravencrest as she moved to the 'stage'.[break][break]
Verena was given the basic instructions of the shoot -- what she should do. The woman was given instructions on what to do for each pose, but more importantly, was her expression. As embarrassed as she was, she struggled in the beginning to hide it. However, she knew she had to get over it. Instructions given. Fingertips gingerly placed just below her lips, head tilted upward. "Look like you're longing for something. For affection, for love," one of the voices in the background said.[break][break]
Ugh, this was so embarrassing. But maybe that would change Hania's opinion. He wasn't on the set now, he was just enjoying some tea. Maybe...[break][break]
Camera flashes and lights were all she really got familiar with in this instance. The last pose had her laying down, looking towards the camera. Her posture was incredibly relaxed, though as a result of this angle there was a bit more shown than she was comfortable with. Thankfully, however, she could tell that nothing she didn't wish to show anyone wasn't on display. She was still... modest? This dress hardly counted for such, but that was beside the point. "C'mon. You're in control. You have the power to bend one to your will. Beckon the viewer to you. Make them want you. Make them work for it. They only thing they have control."[break][break]
It took everything in her power not to light up in embarrassment with those words of 'encouragement'. However, she managed to compose herself enough not to. Several more photos were taken, as were several more poses but ultimately it seemed like she was done here now. [break][break]
Now... Verena's crimson gaze found its way back to Hania. Maybe he had something to say now as she moved to her seat?
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Post by Hania Ravencrest✾ on Apr 2, 2021 15:47:30 GMT -5
[attr="class","haniastats"]
POWER 61
DURABILITY 2
SENSORY 50
STAMINA 51
CONTROL 59
MANA SKIN Grand + Senior
HEALTH Senior
MANA POOL 145/145
MANA REGEN 10 ic | 15 ooc
SPEED 10 m/s
STRENGTH 1/2 junior
[attr="class","haniaimage"]❝I hear a song of woe shadowing our past in sorrow.❞
[attr="class","haniascroll"] Hania remained drinking his tea enjoying quiet polite conversation with those around them, he hadn't even glanced over to Verena once as she was doing her shoot. He knew some people may not be comfortable with others watching especially of the opposite gender. It wasn't anything personal against the woman he was just being considerate as he had been when he modelled with Genesis a few months prior. He smiled happily as he continued having conversations with the others around him about things that had been going on in the last few months, he also informed them that he hadn't actually been in the kingdom so that was why it had been so hard to find him. It was actually quite nice his makeup and hair were fixed if anything had fallen out of place or been smudged. He of course had the women gushing over him but he was getting used to that in this line of work.
He didn't understand why, to him, he was nothing special and he most definitely knew that they would want nothing to do with him if they knew of his birthmark. It was silly in all honesty, but perception was everything in his world. He was listening to the direction that the brunette was being given but still didn't look to see what she was doing, to him it sounded as if she was struggling. He couldn't say that he had even on his first shoot but he couldn't deny that this was not exactly an easy shoot to start out on. More so if you had never had that kind of longing. He had never had a romantic longing, he had never been in love after all but he still understood the want and need to be with another. He still longed for his 'sister' Ai to this day.
It would seem as if the other shoot had come to end and now came the dreaded couple shoot. This was going to be an issue because he already knew that the other didn't like really being touched. This was going to be challenging for him and her alike due to that, but she had signed up for this job where he himself had been sought out to take part. It didn't exactly make it easy for either but it meant that her standing would be weaker than his own, this was nothing to do with their social standings just by how they had ended up there. He handed his cup to one of the assistants with a smile "Thank you very much, the tea was perfect." he complimented one who gave it to him who seemed happy about it, his eyes going to Verena.
"I have no idea where you are going as we are both going on set currently." he said walking back in front of the camera, knowing just how difficult this he stopped and leaned into her ear "We are going to have to touch, please bear with it as the sooner we can make Zel happy the sooner we can stop." he whispered into her hear, he, of course, would stop if she told him he was uncomfortable but it was important that they got this done for both their families sake. He waited for her to join her as he thought of exactly what he himself wanted to do. Slowly he moved behind her with that done he moved his arms around and brought her close. Her back to his chest the embrace was delicate, he was barely touching her.
Yet those watching from the sidelines would be fooled into believing that it was a strong protective, embrace that he was giving her. His eyes were those who dared the person to try to harm her because they would regret their every breath from that second on. The second pose he decided that would be good was to sit on the ground, well more kneeling in his case as it was more natural to him. "Miss Ailas, please could you make it seem as if the scene is on fire?" he asked politely she did as was requested though was confused until he saw the scene he was setting up when he spoke to Verena. "Miss Reinsberg, if you would do be the honours of either sitting in my lap or laying down with your head on it and looking up." he said to her calmly.
If she decided the former he would again make it look as if he was hugging her though he wouldn't be touching her otherwise as he would have the robe covering them enough to just give the illusion that would look convincing for the pose. On the other hand, if she had decided to put her head on his lap he would delicately cup her cheek in his hand. Either way, he would look sorrowfully at her as tears seemed to fall from his eyes. They looked real and in honesty they were but no one would know this, he was thinking about his late sister and how she would do that exact thing for him to make him feel loved and supported. When the image was taken he would allow Verena to move when she did he stood next to her "Please face me." he requested, he was charming and in no way demanding. She moved to do what was asked of her though he himself had no idea what was going through the woman's head.
He clasped his hands in his own and closed his eyes allowing his cool forehead to touch her own his eyes closed appearing as if he was at complete ease. He hoped that she would take direction and follow suit. When the image was taken he done one more pose, the one that would likely make them both uncomfortable, he cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes. His own eyes were filled with love and devotion but at the same time, he had lent in as if he was going to kiss her. Their lips were never going to touch but the camera would catch the intent. Once done he would allow Verena to choose the next few poses. So far Zel was singing their praises between taking shots.
Once the shots of her desired poses were done, the illusionary background would fall. He smiled and placed his hand on his chest, his other slightly away from him through the palm was flat and faced towards her "It was a pleasure to do this with you Miss Reinsberg, I hope we will get to work together in the future." he said to her, when she had said her farewells he moved to his dressing room to get the makeup off his face, body and nails. He removed the decorative hairpieces from his hair and brushed it simply before changing back into his clothing hanging what he had been wearing for the shoot. With that the Starcross lovers shoot had come to an end for him, he wasn't exactly looking forward to when it was released but he had kept to his word but he still had a pit at the bottom of his stomach and had no idea why.
Post by Verena Reinsberg on Apr 3, 2021 21:00:35 GMT -5
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"E-Eh?"[break][break]
There wasn't even going to be a moment for her to catch her breath? It might have been too physically taxing on her, but with how embarrassing this was combined with her racing thoughts on the situation, the brunette found herself quite fatigued on a mental level. Nervously looking around as if expecting someone to say that it was fine to take a small break, Verena realized that no such relief would be coming. Ah... she hated this. She hated this in the pit of her stomach. But then what was that other strange feeling that she had noticed when she was doing this shoot? Was she ill? She hoped not... Well, hopefully, this feeling akin to a fever would go away soon. It was distracting...[break][break]
"T-T-Touch?!" Verena practically screamed insider her mind.[break][break]
Could she even get married after this? Surely this was against some sort of religious practice. With how exposed both of them were, surely this was against all sorts of religious practices. Did the Church of Clover say anything about this? Surely it was against some part of the sect. Growing up, she might have attended church, but she didn't really see it as anything special. Many used the Church as an excuse to be a good person. In her eyes, that only made them bad people -- one should never need an excuse to be a good person. Of course, that was neither here nor there.[break][break]
Early on, it was obvious how uncomfortable Verena was. It took Verena a little bit to actually overcome this awkwardness and just outright fear. Not long enough for Zel to grow mad, but it wasn't something that the brunette could overcome so easily. Even still, she at least managed to get to a point where she could deceive the photographs, and that was likely good enough for Zel. If it was good enough for the flamboyant and passionate photographer, then it was good enough for the world most likely. For better or worse.[break][break]
Truthfully, the sole reason that Verena was able to adapt at all was because Hania was going out of his way to only make it seem like he was actually touching her. While that didn't completely rid her of the feelings of embarrassment, nor did it completely mitigate the feelings of discomfort, she knew she could at least trust him. And if he was going out of his way for her like that, then the least she could do was try to persevere like he was. It was likely an awkward and uncomfortable experience for him as well. But at least, he was probably...
The woman had to force the thought from her mind. Why did that matter at all?! This was always the problem. This wasn't the first time such strange and unwanted thoughts crept into her mind, and with great reluctance, the heiress doubted it would be the last. She wasn't sure what was wrong with her mind sometimes, but ultimately it was best to shove the thought so far back that it ultimately could not come to the surface during this time.[break][break]
The two had to move about for a variety of angles and shots. From standing upright, with his arms wrapping around her in a protective embrace, an expression showing murderous intent. Verena's own was to be one who found comfort and security in these, eyes closed as she simply held onto the arm gently with a single hand and a faint but content smile. A very simple pose. One where she felt protected, and secure -- as though the daemon would protect her from any hardships that came her way.[break][break]
"How disrespectful..." she thought to herself, trying to gear her mind on the nerve of Zel for even thinking this was acceptable. Of course, she knew all too well there was nothing she could do about it other than just bite her tongue and roll with it.[break][break]
The next post required him to take a seat with fire in the surrounding. To set the mood? Verena needed to take a moment when she was given the choice of what to do. Both options available to her would normally be unthinkable but ultimately decided that to lay down on his lap would be better. It would be best to avoid any possible reactions, after all. In the same way, he was showing her respect, she would show him that same respect.[break][break]
Carefully positioning herself carefully so her dress would not slip downward nor get caught under her, she laid her head on his lap. From this perspective, she could see just how toned the man was. It was genuinely impressive. Though she personally had no interest in muscles per se, Hania's body was at least fit. Nothing more and nothing less. She could at least see the appeal. However, his more effeminate face contradicted this body. Still, it wasn't unsightly. Just confusing.[break][break]
What surprised her was that he was able to basically cry on demand. Was she supposed to play dead? Ah... she didn't like that. She didn't want to think about her own death. But right now, it was just for a shoot. It was just for a shoot. She wasn't dead nor would she be dying. She would find a cure, no matter what. She instead focused on the talent that Hania was demonstrating. Whether or not he had to get himself into that mental state to cry or he could simply will it was another matter entirely, but she just went with it all the same.[break][break]
It seemed there was one more pose after this one, and just wishing to get this over with so these crazy thoughts in her head would cease, Verena forced herself to be a bit more obedient, reminding herself that walking away or making it difficult on the photographers would bring far more shame and to her family than going through with it. To that end, she simply had no choice but to make it as painless for the others involved as possible, even if it wasn't about her.[break][break]
A few more photographs were taken before Zel announced that things were done. By the end of it all, Verena felt like she was on fire, and it had nothing to do with the fire from the earlier scene. The near kiss caused her heart to flutter in embarrassment -- if they had actually had to kiss, she knew there was no way she could carry through with this scene. Even the implication of such was difficult on her but she had to force it. All that mattered, however, was that it was finally done.[break][break]
"It was a pleasure to do this with you Miss Reinsberg. I hope we will get to work together in the future," he said before disappearing, likely to get changed and the makeup off.[break][break]
These parting words confused her. The brunette looked at a nearby mirror. She turned around, examining herself without realizing why in the mirror. Hania was a strange man. But he was at least respectful. Still, she hadn't heard of a gentleman who was too shy to speak their minds on a lady's appearance. True, she would not have worn this of her own volition, but he was the first man to have seen her figure so... exposed. Surely, he had an opinion of some kind. He must have felt it more appropriate to keep such an opinion to himself. He did strike her as the shy type, as she was as well.[break][break]
Verena let out a heavy sigh. "Still... it would have been nice..." she thought to herself as she moved to get her own clothes back on. She intended to keep the makeup, though she knew she couldn't keep the dress. But there was something she wanted to do, first.[break][break]
"Uhm... may I stay for just a bit longer?" Verena asked Zel.[break][break]
"Well, I suppose... but not too much longer," he responded.[break][break]
"Of course, thank you." she responded before glancing in the mirror. When asked what she was doing, Verena just wanted to see what Momo had done with the makeup and hair, wanting to see if she could analyze it with enough detail to try to replicate it... she did so for just a bit, before ultimately getting her clothes and returning the dress, and leaving.
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[attr="class","verenaver2scroll2"] TL;DR I'll add text colors for npcs later. i wanna' get this out. [break][break]
