connection .

luna polverari , werewolf , bespoke tailor  (  faulkhq  )  

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you know what’s sexy? privacy

[apophani]

( abigail song )

                                             ━━       ❛      open     !!

                 ankles  are  crossed  neatly        at  delicate  ankles  whilst  spoon  taps,  metallic,  melodic  and discordant  against  porcelain     ;    placid  smile  plays  at  burgundy - lacquered  shapes  and  this  is  where  she  feels  AT  HOME.  petite  frame  is  almost  swallowed  alive  by  bottles  she’s  been  collecting  for  god  only  knows  how  long,  but  it  looks  right,  feels  right.  shop  smells  of  age,  of  spice  and  of  something  homely  and  lovely  that  almost  feels  like  it  emanates  solely  from  the  dainty  figure  that  is  currently  perched  atop  a  counter,  teacup  gingerly  offered  forth  in  an act  of  friendship,  of  ardor.

                  ‘    this  should  HELP    — —     a  good  cup  of  tea  fixes  everything,  i  promise.     ’

               the tardiness of her own answer predisposed her   ,  verdant  ,   gaze to lift and brows to curve just as her lips picked up the pettiest of smiles for not learning to conceal the turmoil that troubled her heart   (   that’s what a ‘ long day ’ response gets you   )  ; perhaps it was the hands that brought to her the aroma filled cup or that when she laced her sore fingers around its warmth  –  the cup’s obviously  –  she could never hide how  YOUNG  and in need of soothing edges she was .   ❛   thank you .   ❜   delight shone in her eyes , flourishing once the liquid touched her tongue briefly enough she could share a compliment or two , said    alchemy  sliding through nearly turning her brain into a quiescent parlor .  ❛   is perfect .  ❜   she sipped it once more with half lidded eyes . 

[apophani]

( lorelai saunders ) 

accustomed to the metropolitan life of night life and faux pas, no end to the plethora of faces that would go on forgotten; cities full of disposability and anonymity. small towns offered it’s own sins and saints, however on a much smaller scale. majority of the people lorelai could encounter at a bar, she’d see on the street the next morning. making a familiar pastime of the detectives a little harder, when conquests are highly likely to be your neighbour. however tonight she’s immaculate, fading in and out of the conversation with a man unable to catch disinterested aversion in her speech. this makes the presence of the familiar voice, and face, ever more anticipated since lorelai spotted luna on her way in. “ you’re not interrupting. ” the man may as well not be there, any acknowledgement of his existence quickly begins to evanesce, body swiftly stepping outwards her. “ lorelai. call me lorelai. ”

a hand outstretched ( offered rather graciously ) and the corner of her mouth twisted sharply , for the script continued on as the gleam of her jealousy shape-shifted into  satisfaction . instead of  languid  heartbeats , luna felt an out of  place  rhythm , dismembered  and all too disconnected when being given attention by the woman whom she'd heard begging for her touch . impossible to blame her dizziness or boldness on drunkenness since not a droplet of distilled beverage touched her tongue .     ❛    lorelai .    ❜    luna beamed , heeded mannerism so gentle like she were to be meeting a stranger , pretending she had not rolled her speech the same way in their sometimes shared bed .    ❛     call me enchanted .     ❜  she joked around the male presence that still lingered ; eyebrows popping up in certain amusement .   ❛     shall we ?     ❜  

[coziestautumn]

listen here

bloom - the paper kites, pour another - nick hakim, brothers - penny and sparrow, youth - daughter, tally marks - joseph, autumn leaves - ed sheeran, me and mrs. jones - michael bublé, resolution - matt corby, lost / inside our minds - john vincent III, lakehouse - postcards, ILYSB/stripped - LANY, i see fire - ed sheeran, angel - sean hayes, never be alone - shawn mendes, the a team - ed sheeran, home to mama - cody simpson, roses - mackenzie bourg, say you love me - jessie ware, to build a home - the cinematic orchestra, from afar - vance joy, hedwig’s theme - john williams, woodland - the paper kites, harvest moon - neil young, give me love - ed sheeran, rules - nat & alex wolff, dust to dust - the civil wars. 

[apophani]

                                @ausgebxrt​ .        ( lorelai saunders )

              she painted something  (  an idyllic picture  )  a form of expression she hadn’t shown in a while  and  so maybe it was the buzzing of the song all ‘round or the sight of a sun bathed hair scented in familiar honey sweets , easily recognizable ,  so easily captured by extreme sensitivity ,  that when stepping for a drink , gaze averted the bar and held onto two frames already stained in foul imagery .  luna’s  lacy block heel swerved towards it , voice ensnared lorelai’s conversation with someone she had no interest in meeting , the wolf shot her request , carefree and  informal to the out of work detective .

                      ❛     hi . i hope i’m not interrupting , i'd like to know if you'll dance with me , miss .     ❜

[apophani]

                 @disaestres​ ( headcanon #1 )

while you were gone we thought long and hard about how luna's sketches to abigail differentiated from the designs she made for her clients and we came to a conclusion: at first they didn't, they were the e x a c t same thing  ( not a good thing by a loooong shot ) . all of them with the same pattern, with her mother's pattern because to sum it up luna was so unsure of herself when she took over the shop that she unknowingly mimicked her moms work..

so that leaves us with luna doing those sketches that have little to do with tailoring or measurements or the anatomy of one specific individual. it was all about FLOWERS, however imperfect looking they might come , live-saving BUMBLEBEES , it was mind blowing delicious tasting tea and light kisses on the cheeks . she had to draw emotions and she forced it out of herself , somehow . she got better at her actual work by actively forgetting about it and spending an entire weekend thinking about happy moments and drawing abigail's excited smile at the very second luna would try her new recipe and what a goddamn recipe it always turned out to be .

so abigail brought up the authenticity that luna lost a little while back , thank you abi <3

[apophani]

                                 @ O P E N .        ( … )

                it was the final measurement for her client's specifications. their frame was mirrored , that was the only setting, the client facing the client . if not for the skilled fingers INTERTWINED with the customer's collar and a pair of eyes that were trained onto their neck regarding a readjustment of the tie after getting rid of wrinkled patterns that formed atop their shoulders , based  solely on the quietude ( a muffled vinyl song ) and the minimalist design of the dressing room one would assume they were ALONE  . luna was the almost fading presence with v a c a n t  touches and adaptations and an occasional   ' is this better ? '  whenever a decision needed to be made. she stepped back , gaze finally raised , turning to see her work reflected and eyeing the person through the mirror.

                        ❛    so , give me your thoughts . how’s your SELF-ESTEEM right at this second ?   ❜

[dulciesgf]

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[apophani]

@ausgebxrt

[apophani]

                         LIKE  (  ♥  )   for some quality plotting and a starter i will try so hard not to mess up

[wild-cabins]

[apophani]

*  here we’ve got LUNA POLVERARI,  the  THIRTY-FOUR  year old WEREWOLF  -  luckily, SHE  actually looks about THIRTY-FOUR years old.  with a reputation for being  + THOROUGH,  + SKILLFUL,  - SELFISH, and  -  ESCAPIST, it’s surprising we haven’t heard more about them.  LUNA has been around faulk hollow for HER ENTIRE LIFE, but they ain’t leaving anytime soon. you hear BLUE AIN’T YOUR COLOR by KEITH URBAN? that means you’ll see ‘em soon.  (  penned by sloan /  18  /  -3gmt  /  she/her  )

here i am again coming from jace makana known vampire, with a very different babe but still the smoking hot aspect we should honestly never let die to the serious tailor face that’ll make you want to know everything she’s thinking also a werewolf Yay

*   the polverari pack has its main branch in the city of mexico, they hold numerous families under the name, now scattered over the world. luna’s mother arrived in faulk hollow pregnant with luna’s older sister (*winks at no one in particular*). they are all highly religions;

*   she’s a bespoke tailor, creating and altering garments in her deceased mother’s shop ( named Ocelot ). she’s the one people with wealth go to in other to make a suit measured perfectly. luna and her mom were notably famous for designing tuxedos for celebrities, having kept the small entrance of the place veneer looking and secretive enough that only those who look find it.

*   there’s nothing generic about her or her life, despite the fact that she spends a long time working on her designs, luna constantly travels to one place and another to care for her client’s needs or attend conferences and often has self-deprecating thoughts which are mostly what keep her from claiming her powers. something her mother died trying to make her do.

*   her overall personality is that she is careful and organized, it shows in her workplace and at home in a house as tidy as the ones always seen in showcases where both are methodical and fanciful, especially regarding the interior design.

*   shape-shifting and hunting are all too messy for her and she is very upset to do so whenever it is needed.

*   luna tends to be alluring to many, from the way she dresses to her bright eyes. she’s got the looks of a model and has taken some promotional photos to pay the rent and her travels when she was in her 20s.

 let THEM PLOTS COMEEEEE. pleas e i beg.

[dulciesgf]