High Lord of Night's Court; Rhysand (nights_highlord) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2016-07-22 07:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, katherine lokadóttir, ~rhysand |
Who: Katherine & Rhysand
When: Evening
Where: 1919 Door, Dance Hall
What: Causing a scene. What else?
Rating: T for Teen
Closed
The first thing on their long list of places to visit and things to do had been getting appropriate garb for the era. While the High Fae's luxurious tunics and trousers were certainly divine, they did not fit in with the times. Admittedly, he best fit in with a modernized fantasy film or a medieval story. Certainly, Katherine had dressed him in finely tailored suits that he could not object to. He'd take them back to the house, he told her, and wear them regularly. It was so hard to find suitable clothing on the island--though he had heard rumor of at least one woman he could seek out. He'd have to make it a point to visit as he needed far more clothing than what had arrived with him.
He was a bit of a fashionable jackass.
Now, they had traveled around the city and had come up to a fantastic dance hall that also served a meal throughout the evening. Rhysand sat back comfortably in the chair, which had a sloping wooden back with some curling detail in the middle. High end. He put an arm over the back, crossed his incredibly long legs with an ankle over the opposing knee, and let his other arm rest in his lap. The waiter had come just now to take their drink order, of which Rhysand asked for the strongest spirit they had--it would mean little to his fae body, but a 'little' was better than nothing. Once the waiter left a grin slipped across his clean shaven, handsome face as he looked to Katherine.
"How are you finding the day, my dear?"