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At the decided date and time, Zeara and her companion made their way to the shop. Sayvahn, normally disheveled, was a bit more modestly dressed. His hair still had that wild look to it but it was better then when they first approached the photographer. Zeara, on the other hand, had her hair firmly styled—her look exquisite yet tight. Approaching the door, she motioned for Sayvahn to knock. He did, but rather loud and erratic. Zeara raised her brow. “Please don’t let your annoyance seep into the photographs.” “I told you I didn’t want to wear this.” “But it suits you.” The tuxedo on him was still in his standard black but the tightness of a well fitted suit made him uncomfortable. He liked things a bit baggy, a bit roomy. It enabled him to move with ease as opposed to the planned and elegant movements that Zeara demanded of him. It was too stiff, this noblesque air, this mask that both he and Zeara wore. He hoped that as the night drew on, things would become a little less formal.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Mar 27, 2018 7:04:52 GMT
"Welcome, welcome." Wallace greeted, not sure why they'd decided to knock upon the pharmacy's entrance like one ought to do before a courtesy visit in someone's home but also not really intrigued enough to mention it aloud.
Seemed like both customers were dressed up for the occasion (though that wasn't really any strange to do when getting ready for a photograph, so the apothecary attributed the mild surprise he'd felt towards their appearences to the nature of the pictures they'd be taking in itself: they'd dolled up for using magic). The vibes he could detect from those two made for a rather peculiar clash as well, which Wallace couldn't help but be amused by. Zeara was the perfect image of refinement right then, neat and elegant, while Sayvahn was like a foreigner child, uncomfortable and stiff in his own clothes as if the fabric entrapped him. Oh well...
"The backroom is this way," He moved to circle the counter and gestured with a hand towards the curtain-clad passage on the side, ready to guide them within. "Shall we?"
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
The knock was a pleasantry. If someone else had been in the room, then privacy would have been given. As they were alone, there was no such need. “Good evening, Wallace,” Zeara spoke, stepping forward as Sayvahn sulked behind her. “Straight to business hmm? You never cease to amuse me.” She chuckled, although her voice was crisp. Elegantly she crossed the room to the door while Savyahn shuffled behind her, itching at his tie. Noticing Wallace gaze, Sayvahn hmpfed at him, looking away as he tried to itch, but not mess up, his suit.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Apr 5, 2018 11:14:39 GMT
Guiding them towards the backroom, Wallace gestured a hand towards the couch and chairs, then moved to set up his camera and other photography equipment out of the way. "You may sit down if you don't fancy standing up all the way." Nevermind that Sayvahn was reacting to him like a prissy toddler.
"So, what would you like to start with?"
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Zeara nodded a thanks to Wallace’s gesture. Removing her coat and placing it to the side, Zeara took a seat on the couch. Her dress was a layered one, and when she sat down it bustled up a bit but not too much. Not as she sat toward the end of her seat, pointing her feet to the side to relay the elegance she not only wished to convey but also to capture. “We will start with auras. Two photos, both same pose, one displaying auras and the other not,” Zeara explained, motioning for Sayvahn to take his place. The feline grumbled as he moved to stand behind the couch. Though, unlike his companion who was tall and upright, he was slouched. When they took the photo he would be a bit more upright, but not as much since he would still be leaning forward against the couch. That way, his ungloved fingers (unlike Zeara’s) would be exposed. Regardless, his lack of enthusiasm, no matter what pose, would be evident.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Apr 16, 2018 22:46:12 GMT
"Fair enough." Wallace agreed with a nod, moving first to place his camera on a tripod and check that everything was in order and second to stand behind it, waiting for both his customers to take position - any of their liking, really - before he'd crouch behind the camera's black veil and start shooting the pictures. "Ready to start when you are."
While he'd prefer if both Zeara and her companion were comfortable, or at least at ease, Sayvahn's enthusiasm (or lack thereof) did nothing to curb the fact the apothecary was being granted coin for each of those pictures. No matter what expression or pose the other man decides to pull, the value wouldn't decrease. And that being so, Wallace's own enthusiasm for being paid didn't diminish in the slightest. Life is good. "Say cheese~"
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
No one said cheese. Once the picture was taken, Sayvahn relaxed some. Zeara, on the other hand, did not move. “Do not move, Sayvahn. We need consistency.” “A slight change won’t mean anything.” “Consistency, Sayvahn.” The haggard feline sighed, moving slightly to rectify his “relaxed” position. “Now,” Zeara began, gazing intently at Wallace, “all fragile equipment has been moved away from this couch, correct?” She inquired, and Sayvahn snickered some at the implication of “fragile equipment.” As like before, Zeara ignored him and his amusement of the term.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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