Hirum Bascondu
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((OOC: This is taken from something Wings and I did on yim.))
Hirum:
"Let's see what we have here now." Hirum looks down at the letter he had gotten a few days earlier just to open it now as he's been busy moving things around. The letter informed him he was invited to a Christmas ball and it did sound like fun.
"Couldn't hurt to ask Wings I suppose. Don't have much time to get ready and don't have the proper clothing........maybe she can help out." He thinks to himself while going over to her door and giving a knock in hopes she was there.
Wings:
Wings had been busy with - well.. nothing, really. She had gone through some paperwork Edward had handed her, but then put it all aside and instead sat down in front of the fire place, just staring into the flames, thinking about Sherridan's invite to some ball, she wasn't sure whether she should go to or not. Sounded ever so formal, and she wasn't too keen on gatherings, but then again.. it was Sherridan, and she liked him lots, so it probably was the polite thing to accept, right?
The knock on the door startled her some, and she got off the floor, making her way to open and see who was wanting her and for what. It wasn't usual that she found herself disturbed here, and Edward had gone out, so she was not sure who to expect. But then a smile spread over her face when she saw it was Hirum.
"Oh, it is you", opening the door wider, she basically invited him in without further words. "What is it? Has a bulb blown or so?" She turned and walked back into her room, leaving Hirum to decide what he wished to do next.
Hirum:
As she opened the door he was glad to see a smile arise on her face. It was a good sign she felt comfortable with him and would perhaps answer yes to his question. But she had her mind on the castle or some problems that might occur so he can't resist having a little fun with her, he tried his best not to laugh but a small smile was creeping in on the side of his mouth with every word, "Yeah! I have a crack in my wall and i'm getting a terrible breeze. I can hear you breathing in my room. The paint is chipping, the roof leaks, and it smells like 7 cats died in there."
The smile was too much to hold back and he ended up laughing not able to go on much longer, the jig was up and he would come clean, "No, I love the room thanks again it's really too much. The real reason i came by was...... I was wondering if you would like to go to a Christmas ball with me." He holds up the invitation showing her what he had received. "I thought it might be fun but i don't have the clothes or someone to go with and I know i'll have a blast with you. So what do you think? Will you go with me?"
Wings:
Wings had watched his smirk deepen and listened, fighting a smirk of her own. Ever the joker, wasn't he, and she remembered well their first encounter, which had almost left them enemies, but somehow they had managed to get past that, maybe because they both appreciated reasons to smile, and she grinned back once he had finished. "You better like your room, considering I have to put up with all that guitar screaming and what not, but I'd surely know about wide cracks, as then it would no doubt be even louder what's coming through these walls to torture me." She added a chuckle, but then grew sligthly more serious. "Yes, that ball... I was actually just thinking about that myself. I would feel bad letting Sherri down, but like you, I do not really have anything to wear either."
There was a small frown forming between her fine brows whilst she pondered for a moment. "I could try to create something for us, but it will tire me." She picked a feather from her hair and looked at it with a sigh. "But otherwise, yes, I'd be glad to go with you." She glanced over the feather on her outstretched hand to Hirum, smiling. "Any particular wishes for your attire? Try to think of something, and I shall try to chanel it into the feather. Don't know whether it will work, but definitely try to think of your size as well, or we might end up with something to put on a dwarf." She gave him another encouraging smile, and waited.
Hirum:
"Torture?" he dropped his jaw and acted shocked at the comment, "Screaming guitars? They're singing beautifully like the birds before dawn." He adds a wide grin, "But i try to play when everyone is out, can always tell me to stop and I will."
She finishes telling him that she was thinking of going herself and did in fact say she would go with him. It was a bit of a relief to not be rejected even if he was just asking to go as friends. Some weight lifted when she said yes and he was happy to see she could help out with their attire as well. When she told him to think of something to wear his eyes lit up and he rushed back to his room for second saying, "Hold on!" and as the last sound entered her ears he was back with an old record in his hand.
It was an old classical record composed simply of piano playing. On the back was the artist who recreated the sounds of Fredrick Chopin in tuxedo with long tails hanging off the back of his bench. "That would be too cool if i could be wearing this! Totally boss! And this guy is about my size too." Hirum really hopes this will work and concentrates that best he can while Wings prepairs to do the rest, "Ok, ready when you are."
Wings:
Looking at the picture, Wings plucked a few more feathers from her hair. "And don't worry about the noice." Her smile was bright and teasing. "When I mind, I shall simply come and twist that guitar's neck as well as yours." She added a nodd, then tried to empty her mind, to let Hirum's thoughts through instead, only focussing on the feathers otherwise. She had been experimenting some with this, using Edward as the 'guinea-pig', and it had worked some, although not always, but she hoped, Hirum being vampiric, their chances of success for this method may would be higher. It took a moment, and she was beginning to wonder whether it was working at all, but then the weight on her hand increased, as the feathers began to transform, and she watched as the clothes were slowly taking shape.
Finally it felt as if the task was done, and she let out a deep sigh, closing her eyes for a few seconds. It still tired her greatly to use this ability, albeit she had found the more often she did it, the less it drained her, but still it drained her enough, and she swayed a bit, feeling how some of the clothes began to slip from her outstretched hand and arm. "Take it", she mumbled, somewhat drowsily, opening her eyes again, slowly blinking. "They should be done from what I can tell, and I hope they will fit."
Hirum:
Hirum was quite impressed at the task she had just preformed. He had seen it before but was impressed once again non the less. As she began to sway he put an arm around her waist making sure she didn't fall while flinging the clothes over his shoulder. Still she was blinking and saying how she hoped they fit but Hirum hoped she wouldn't be woozy for long. He hoped to help her get a bit better and held out his wrist in front of her, "You can take a little drink of the good stuff if needed. I can't thank you enough."
Wings:
Smiling up at him, she blinked once more, her vision still slightly blurred. "I never drink of other vampires. I only take small amounts of humans, because I have to, but drinking of another vampire to me is like being physical with another." Her own voice sounded like coming from afar, but she knew the drowsiness would ease again. She still had to do a dress for her own self, a thought she dreaded some, but she knew she had nothing to wear to a ball, the only ballgown she had owned having gone up in flames with the castle. If only she had found that invite sooner, but it had slipped between all the paperwork, the paperwork Edward had handed her, actually already a few days ago.. but she had not been in the mood to look at it. Thus the invite, too, had ended ignored.
"I will be fine." She tried to straighten and steady herself, to take the worry off him. "And as long as those clothes will fit, it will definitely have been worth it."
Hirum:
She spoke of not drinking of other vampires and he laid his hand down by his side not pushing the issue. "Not a problem just don't want you to over do it is all. I'm sure the clothes will be fine and when you get yours all set i'll go in my room and change." He gives a warm smile and is glad to feel her straigten up. Hirum retrieves his hand from around her waist thinking she is fine on her own now. Plus, that won't help her concentrate any when she tries to make her dress.
The record was dropped while he went to hold up Wings so he picks it up and sits down on a near by chair. She could take as long as she wanted but Hirum didn't say anything more. Now he was sizing up the outfit to his body and everything seemed to be in order. Grinning from ear to ear it was obvious he was very pleased with the outcome of the tux.
Wings:
Should she rather wait, or should she proceed? Wings pondered a moment, unsure what would truly be the better option for her, but then decided to rather get it done and over with. Once she had fixed a dress for herself, she would have time to recover, and the more time she had for that, the better. She only hoped nothing would go wrong with concentrating whilst she was still slightly drowsy.. but well, if she really should fail, she'd just have to send Hirum on his own to the ball, with an apology note from her to Sheridan, explaining that she had exhausted herself too much over something, to follow the invite. But first she should at least try, and searching through her hair for another feather, she was lucky enough to find another. She wasn't always 'leaking' them to the same extend, and tonight had been a rather 'slow' night in regards to her 'feather production', but now she held another in her outstretched hand, just that she still had to think of what kind of a dress she wanted... Something elegant? Or rather something playful? White. She knew she wanted it white. She preferred her whites, definitely when it came to clothes, and taking a deep breath, she concentrated once more... It took some, as she really was quite exhausted already, but slowly the feather began to transform into kind of a white mist, spreading over her hand and arm and then towards the floor, taking shape, growing solid, until finally the dress what formed from it - a white ballgown with pink roses sewn to it, the skirt billowing in various layers.
Wings almost collapsed now, and whilst clucthing the dress to her chest, she reached with the other hand for the wall to find some support. She really should have gone shopping for this, and she chided herself inwardly for having left the paperwork lying, or else she would have had a chance to buy a dress, but too late now, and at least she had something to wear, which was the main thing.
Hirum:
As Wings reached for the wall she never had a chance to touch it. Instead Hirum had picked her up in both of his arms cradling her as she cradled the dress. She was taken over to her bed and laid down gentely to rest. The nearest chair wasn't too far away and it was brought over so he could sit by her and make sure she was ok for awhile. "That's quite a dress. The black and white go perfectly together no?" A soft smile is given as he does feel kind of bad that she had to go through all of this. But he would make it up to her at the ball when they were both dancing, laughing, and having a great time.
His hand stroked her arm lightly as to say she'll be better in no time. The energy it took to do that must have been greater than expected and he was glad she didn't have to go and make something else. When she had enough strength to convience him she would be fine he would leave the room and get ready himself. Until then he did the only thing he could to make sure she would be alright. Watch and be grateful for the gift he had been given
Wings:
Wings was too exhausted to even notice Hirum had taken her into the adjurning room. She only noticed all going dark, and thought for a moment she must have fainted, and her mind was fogged with mist similar to the mist the feathers had transformed into first. It was an unfortunate side-effect of this act, to do with the energy the feathers were in truth, and how she had to use her mind to shape that energy into something solid in this reality, and she wasn't sure she would ever be able to control this side-effect. More likely not, even if she had noticed the exhaustion time was reducing if she did this more often.
Had she known Hirum had taken her into the adjurning room, she probably would have potested wildly, as this room was her sanctum of sorts. No one was allowed in there, not even Edward anymore. It was like her realm away from this world, and she was protective over it, as if it was a part of herself. But for the moment she did not even know where she was, she only felt something gently stroking over her arm, but it felt almost as unreal as if she was dreaming, and indeed she assumed she was dreaming. She had no idea how long the recovery was taking, but finally the mist cleared, and she let out a small groan, realizing Hirum must have caught her and carried her to her bed. She didn't have the heart to tell him off for this, he had not known, and now it was too late anyway, so instead she just tried to smile, turning her head to look at him. "In the future we go shopping like all others do", she said with a slightly unsteady voice, fighting to gain control over it.
"Was.. was I gone like this for long..?" She hoped not. She hated the thought he could have felt forced to watch over her for an hour or whatever, plus she hoped they would not be too late to go to the ball after all now.
Hirum:
He beamed at her first comment and replied on the implications, "Glad to hear there will be a next time." A playful wink is given hoping she was alright enough to understand. Wings seemed concerned about being out for awhile but she had recoved quiet nicely and there was still plenty of time to make the ball, or so he'd hoped. "You're doing great hun, not long at all." Standing up off the chair he walks towards the door getting ready to go to his room. The recovery was fast and she was getting better by the second. "When you're ready come on over to my room. The door will be open as always."
Wings:
"I shall not take too long." She assured, although in truth she felt like having been mauled by a lorry, but she knew this feeling as well would wear off. She may would be tired quite early this night, cutting her time at the ball short, but maybe she would even be fine, there was no sure way of telling yet.
Hirum had left, and she felt tempted to just curl up for a bit longer, but then again she also knew that he would be waiting for her to get ready, and therefore she forced herself to rise again, battling the last drowsiness with stubborn determination whilst quickly getting undressed. She felt cold, which helped her to hurry to slip into the dress. She fought some to get the zipper up, as unwisely she had created that one at the back, but being rather flexible, she eventually managed.
Sliding her hands over the billowing skirts, she smiled looking down on herself. In truth this would be her first ball, and whilst she didn't like gatherings, same time she had to admit she felt a slight flutter of excitment in her stomach. But what to do with her hair? Edward was still out, so there was no chance of anything particularly 'festive', and instead she just grabbed her brush and began to order the chaos of light waves and curls, before reaching for a small white ribbon. Taking a strand of hair from each side of her face, she led those to the back of her head and tied the ribbon around them. That would have to do. It wasn't anything grand, but at least it would show she had put some effort into taming her mane. Last she slipped into her white pumps, no heels.. as she disliked heels greatly.. and pulled her heavy black hooded cape from the wardrobe. Well, she felt as ready as she could be and could not think of anything else she needed, other than a few scrolls, but she had some stuck in the pocket of the cape, she remembered, so that was sorted, too. Leaving her room and locking it, next she made her way next door, knocking lightly against it, although pretty certain Hirum by now would be changed, too.
Hirum:
At the sounds of her footsteps Hirum was at the door to see Wings kick it open just a little further. His hair was neatly tied back and the tux fit perfectly. The tails ended by the back of his knees with his thick black tie fitted into his overcoat. It was exactly as the picture has shown and besides the hair tie and the new dress shoes he has everything is from the 1800's.
He quickly gets into the spirit and bows before the lady he would be accompanying to the ball, "Looking lovely this evening Lady Wings. Let's hope you don't make too many of the other women there jealous. Of course, that would just be because you're with me." He smiles and gives a wink before getting down on one knee to open a scroll of teleportation for her too read.
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