"Your hair is beautiful. You know how much I love how silky and shiny it is. So thick!" Genya sighs. She takes the blazer and leads her to the living room where she has her work station set up. She sets right to work on sewing on the appliqués along the back in an arching motion. Like a pair of wings almost.
"I was thinking of putting your hair up. Very high ponytail. Perhaps a silver bangle around the base. Gives you that sexy badass look and shows off my fine work on your back!" she continues excitedly. She lifts her gaze to smile at her and study her lovely face. "Definitely with a bold red lip. Maybe even a darker red. Wine perhaps?"
Zoya has always been a muse for her. She sparks flowing inspiration in her so easily.
Playfully narrowing her eyes, Zoya regards Genya as though she's a suspicious sort. After a moment, she caves.
Of course, she concedes. Anything Genya wishes to do, Zoya allows her to. She never has a good argument to persuade either of them otherwise.
"I won't forget you using how much I like wine against me," she says. Zoya approaches her, choosing to hover much like a dragonfly. Resting her hands against the back of Genya's seat, she intends to smother her with her presence as revenge. "When will you fuss about yourself this much?"
She smiles to herself when Zoya hovers. She's constantly finding ways to get in her space which quietly delights her. She likes when she's close. She always smells good. Something of spice and a deeper floral that blends together into something that's uniquely Zoya. She works while she stays close. Her fingers are nimble as she sews the appliqués quickly. It's a quick stitch that will hold for the night. She can do a proper application tomorrow.
"Why do I need to fuss over me when I have you to do that?" she reminds her cheekily. Genya turns her head slightly when she glances up at her. She wants to get a good view of her when she smirks. "Besides, I think you like it when I fuss over you. You never let anyone else do it."
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on 2023-10-04 05:35 pm (UTC)"I was thinking of putting your hair up. Very high ponytail. Perhaps a silver bangle around the base. Gives you that sexy badass look and shows off my fine work on your back!" she continues excitedly. She lifts her gaze to smile at her and study her lovely face. "Definitely with a bold red lip. Maybe even a darker red. Wine perhaps?"
Zoya has always been a muse for her. She sparks flowing inspiration in her so easily.
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on 2023-10-29 08:31 am (UTC)Of course, she concedes. Anything Genya wishes to do, Zoya allows her to. She never has a good argument to persuade either of them otherwise.
"I won't forget you using how much I like wine against me," she says. Zoya approaches her, choosing to hover much like a dragonfly. Resting her hands against the back of Genya's seat, she intends to smother her with her presence as revenge. "When will you fuss about yourself this much?"
One day, Zoya will threaten to dress her.
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on 2023-10-30 01:48 pm (UTC)"Why do I need to fuss over me when I have you to do that?" she reminds her cheekily. Genya turns her head slightly when she glances up at her. She wants to get a good view of her when she smirks. "Besides, I think you like it when I fuss over you. You never let anyone else do it."