Bishop Shaw Φ Cinna (masksamadman) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2016-10-23 23:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !au, !fairytale, bishop shaw, iris james |
Who: Bishop Shaw and OPEN
What: As a tailor, Bishop is entirely used to very odd requests.
Where: The city nearest Camelot castle, textile district
When: Mid-afternoon.
Warnings: TBD, probably mild
Bishop wasn't the type to brag, but he'd been told time and time again that, outside of the tailors for the royal family, he was the best in the land, especially when it came to the more unusual requests. Usually, it was a noble coming to him, someone that didn't want it spread around the castle exactly what it was that they were looking for. Sometimes, it was a wealthy merchant, trying to get his daughter or son noticed by a noble by putting them in some kind of costume that was guaranteed to catch somebody's eye. It was even people from out of town, sometimes, who had heard about Bishop Shaw and his skill with a needle, that he could sew miracles for a reasonable price. His favorites, though, were the peasant girls and boys who came on their own, desperate enough that they were willing to pay any price for a suit of clothing that could change their lives.
Not that Bishop ever made them pay at all. He did well enough, from the rest of his customers, the ones who could actually afford his skills. Not that he ever charged more than what the work was worth, but there were times that someone was grateful enough that they gave him a generous tip, and wouldn't let him refuse it. He didn't need it, for himself. He didn't have a wife or children of his own (though he did hope that it might not be the case forever). His sisters and their families would take some of it, but they wouldn't let him give him all his money. That meant he was comfortable, more than comfortable. It meant he was doing well enough that, sometimes, he could afford to do a little bit of work to sell for a penny and a promise that they wouldn't give up on their dreams just because they weren't easy.
He was putting the final stitches in the latest gown he'd been commissioned to make, a gown all the colors of the sky. It had been a challenge, to find that many shades and work them all into the same dress, while making the dress itself into something that someone would actually be willing to wear, but as he shook it out and looked at the finished product, Bishop felt the warm glow of satisfaction that he'd risen to the challenge. He didn't know the story behind this gown; the commission had come from far away, he'd never even met the person who had purchased it from him, but he hoped that, whatever story it was going to become a part of, it would be the kind of story that would change someone's life. For the better, of course. The best part about Bishop's unexpected success was that he could afford to turn down jobs that he didn't feel comfortable with.
As nice as finishing a project was, there was always a hint of discontent once it was done, before he had the next in hand. There were little things to be done, of course, regular mending, normal dresses and suits that he could sell in the shop to anyone that walked in looking for something for right then, something they wouldn't have to wait for. Bishop had gotten a little spoiled, though, with the more interesting things that he'd made the time for in his schedule. He wondered, if he took on an apprentice or two, whether he'd be able to recruit more of that sort of job. It was something to look into... later. Right then, the small bell in the door of his store tinkled merrily, and Bishop looked up with a broad smile. Likely it was just someone looking for something more normal, a dress for a party or a suit for a wedding, but he'd learned that there was always hope for something more. "Welcome. How can I help you today?"