miles baines: riff-raff! street rat! (mimicks) wrote in emillion,
miles, ari, & damia: the front
He heaved the protracted sigh of the long-suffering husband, being steered hither and thither by his strutting blonde of a wife (and of course she would be blonde). Miles was another lord now, but all vestiges of Basil Norwood were erased in favour of a short military haircut, a severe close-cropped beard and subtle hints of makeup that made his cheekbones hollower, her face more gaunt. A stern and confident man as opposed to all of Basil’s neuroses… but evidently still leashed by his wife.
“I’m sure we can find out, my sweet,” he said, voice now shifting into the silken tones of a moneyed Kerwonian noble, all rolling r’s. “Perhaps —”
“Ooooooh! Well, that’s a marvelous piece. Were you thinking of buying it? I’m afraid we beat you two the punch” A redhead had appeared by their side, all tight curls and ringlets and ludicrously oversized petticoat. She’d suddenly turned all of her attention on the pair of them, staring up Ari’s nose.
In the distance, meanwhile, a disgruntled patron was bearing down on Damia like an oncoming freight engine.