Eye Sore
Damian du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Location: Royal Market-Place, Cinnagar, Empress Teta
Outfit
Damian rarely found opportunities to smile, such occasions unfortunately happen far too few but he treasured each occurrence all the same. Such as was today, the Tailor shop had recently re-opened and Damian had made certain to leave open a few days on his calendar to visit. The older Tetan Tailor was a man who survived quite a chaotic life recently.
From wars, invasions but now a moment of peace and tranquil.
“Sir Casius, I hope all is good with you and the family.” Damian greeted with a low bow and a grateful sincere smile. The troubles of the galaxy left at the shop’s door, seemingly disappeared from all memory.
“Afternoon Lord du Couteau,” Casius responded with a bow in kind. “-I am quite well and the family is healthy and happy. . . Though perhaps it has to do with the shop finally opening and I can finally stop hosting guests at our home.”
Damian and Casius shared a small laugh, the old ways on Teta were difficult to move past but it also held a sense of relief to have such structure be maintained. For Casuis it was to see such legacy maintained and knowing his efforts were never in vain, while for Damian it was one of the ways he felt close to his parents. The other way was of course all around Damian in this very shop; fashion. While not exactly an oddity, it was indeed quite the obsession.
“My young lord, your order is near completion! As you know with the whole gala-”
Damian raised his hand and gave an understanding nod, “-No need to explain yourself Casius, I know to never rush a master artist such as yourself. I’m actually here because I heard you’ve come up with a few new designs.” Damian explained, his lone crimson eye lit up with curiosity.
“Ah! Yes, of course, they are just some silly ideas. . . notions of ideas honestly! But if it pleases I’ll bring them from the backrooms momentarily.” Casius laughed as he headed back to grab the desired outfits and capes.
Damian sighed happily, he had chosen the perfect time to visit and thus the long suffering he endured felt justified. Whatever the outfits were actually, hardly mattered to the young du Couteau heir, he was here to purchase nearly everything. Dresses, suits, capes and all as Damian believed that the man Casius was truly a genius of his craft. Where other Nobles hoarded paintings, statues, and other artworks, Damian had inherited his father’s utter fascination with fashion.
I wonder if Ari would mind if I send her another dress to her dorm room in the Jedi Temple. . . well even if she did, not like it’d stop me I guess.
A glint of mischievousness reflected from his scarlet eye as the corners of his lips curled into a boyish grin.
