Fingolfin | Ñolofinwë Aracáno (nolofinwe) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-07-06 13:23:00 |
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WHO: Body!Switched Anairë and OPEN!
WHAT: Wandering, thinking, shopping
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WHERE: In town
WARNINGS: TBD, nothing big expected
STATUS: OPEN/Ongoing!
Being in her husband's body was not as strange as Anairë would have originally thought. It was a body she knew well (they had been married twenty-five hundred years, after all), and a body with whom she had shared some of the most wonderful and certainly the most intimate moments of her life. She was taller than she was used to, and her clothing did not fit her now, but she found his clothing (most of which she had made at one point or another), at least as comfortable and stylish as what she had worn.
Ñolofinwë, apparently, did not agree. Which was why she was now on her way to town, in the hope of finding decent enough fabric to make him masculine clothes in smaller sizes. She, personally, thought it might be good for him to wear dresses for a while, to let him see what she had to put up with on a daily basis when it came to dressing, but the lesson was not worth watching him complain and fuss over all the steps. So she had agreed, and was now in what used to be some sort of fabric shop, sorting through the cords to see if she could find something appropriate.
She hoped that her hands - which were far larger now, and not as delicate as once they had been - would be able to manipulate the thread and needle as before, but if they could not, then he could simply wear the dresses, or wear whatever she was able to make. And be happy with it.
Finding a few she thought she might be able to work with, she left the store with them piled in her arms, only to miss the curb with her new, longer legs, and send the fabric sprawling into the street.
"Valar!" she cried, stooping to pick it up, and hoping that nobody had been watching her, ah, fall from grace.