[hautevaux]

"Fashion you can buy, but style you possess. The key to style is learning who you are, which takes years. There's no how-to road map to style. It's about self expression and, above all, attitude." 

INDIE FANDOMLESS OC - Vaux, tailor extraordinaire. Universes available in FF7, FFXIV, FFXV, FFXVI, Yakuza, Devil May Cry and more-

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[hautevaux]

Anonymous 𝔸𝕊𝕂𝔼𝔻: So you're scared of love, Vaux?

He doesn't like the question, but he shows naught of his dislike on his face. For but a long moment, Vaux fixated his gaze across the room of his workshop and allowed himself to sink into thoughts.

Where love was concerned, Vaux had only ever been hurt. His heart had wholly belonged to one person for years, dedicated and loyal - while struggling through what had been the most uncomfortable and emotionally strained segment of his life.

Unfortunately, his then partner left him once he had been given an opportunity to further his own career, and only then was it revealed thag he had used Vaux under the guise of loving him to simply get what he wanted - - Vaux's skills in tailoring. Why? He had wanted to be a model and Vaux's clothing, made with care and love after long days working, had set him apart. Once a contract had been signed... He left him.

And Vaux? He never got over that level of betrayal. He sealed his heart off from the world and vowed never to suffer heartbreak again. To change his mind, it would take quite a soecialnconnection, indeed.

━☆・*。"--Mayhap those kinds of sensitive questions ought be kept to yourself." He uttered quietly, returning to work, though his mind was now reliving that nightmare period in his life. He may have achieved much since, but it didn't take away that deep ache.

[hautevaux]

He's going to ignore all of the kiss-starved talk. He, too, is kiss starved but his heart is way too hurt to even contemplate letting anyone close again so he's just going to suffer in silence.

[hautevaux]

@madcg 𝔸𝕊𝕂𝔼𝔻:[ TUCK ] / 🥺😭 <3 𝕄𝔼𝕄𝔼:[ TUCK ] sender finds receiver asleep somewhere and puts a blanket or their own coat over them

Long days and longer evenings had sapped all will and energy from the very marrow of Vaux's bones. Time leading up to a change of season was always his busiest; appointments and commissions overtook the majority of his time as the fashionable within the city sought new clothing ahead of the season change, but his evenings were consumed by designing his own collection for the store. Time was at a premium, and thus his own routines slipped.

It all caught up with him that evening and Vaux was found sat upon his stool, leaned forward with his head on his arms - - asleep at his drawing desk within the confines of the back room of the boutique. It wasn't a comfortable position, his posture would detest him come the morrow, but the sleep was very much in dire need. Vaux had no idea that Majima had headed in (-he always did keep a spare key in the apartment should he be gone too long, for health and safety reasons-), and found him in such a place. His sleep was far too deep to take his usual close stock of surroundings. In fact, the tailor didn't even stir as the warmth of a familiar jacket was rested around his slender shoulders with such profound tenderness.

He slept there, exactly so, for a while longer - but eventually the pain in his back and the profound ache in his neck woke him. Eyes blinked slowly, adjusting to the low light in the room, shifting away the fatigue in the form of a blurry film. Sights settled easily on Majima who was sprawled, sans his jacket, over a sofa.

Vaux gives a small groan as he pushes himself away from the desk, the tension down his spine utterly abysmal, the aches and pains that had settled within his very bones were not screeching beneath the surface as he moved;

━☆・*。"...can we go home, darling-?" He murmured, pulling Majima's jacket closer around his shoulders as if it was a warm embrace. "...I've missed you quite terribly."

[hautevaux]

@dragoonvowed || 𝕃𝕀𝕂𝔼𝔻 for a 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋𝔼ℝ || FFXVI EDITION.

Such beauteous evenings were commonplace in the height of summer; the cast of orange and bruised indigo's from the setting sun reflected 'pon Drake's Head like a burning fire, the stretching landscape of Sanbreque beyond bathed in that spectacular light. For but a moment, if one looked out and allowed the allure to soak into the marrow of their bones, they'd almost be excused for forgetting the presence of blight and war just beyond.

Pale eyes scan such sublimity for but only a few moments through the large windows that encompass the front of the boutique; staff had headed home to spend time with family or loved ones, silence had fallen in place of the din of sewing machines or the chatter of custom. It bore as peaceful as one could hope for - but the day was not yet done.

One remaining appointment stood betwixt him and the silent confines of his home and though exhaustion had eaten its way deep into muscle, Vaux was determined to present himself as well as always.

Thus, when the chime above the door rang as it was pushed open, he paced over with a bright smile and an open posture; welcoming, present and engaged.

━☆・*。"Good evening, ser- I do hope you found your way here well enough?" His warmth continued, even into the elegant gesture he gave to be followed through to the back where far more comfortable seating awaited. "How is it I can help you, darling-?"

[rosaquiem]

IMPORTANT   EVENTS   DEMAND   APPROPRIATE   ATTIRE.   Prestige,   success,   and   an   extensive   portfolio   are   all   things   he   possesses   in   abundance;   so   much   that   her   father,   ever   discerning,   sent   Lorraine   there   to   procure   a   dress   befitting   the   occasion.   She   loves   dresses,   truly.   Loves   the   elegance,   the   way   fabric   transforms   one's   posture   into   something   grander,   more   untouchable.

What   she   hates   is   being   obligated   to   obtain   one.   Money   is   hardly   the   problem.   It   never   has   been.   The   true   issue   lies   in   the   reason   a   new   dress   is   necessary   at   all.   She   is   expected   to   impress   the   male   audience   at   the   upcoming   formal   gathering,   to   present   herself   as   something   lovely   enough   to   be   admired   and   perhaps   desired.

She   steps   into   the   boutique,   her   gaze   widening   at   once.   The   interior   is   exquisite.   Hues   dance   over   every   elegant   detail,   from   polished   vignettes   to   the   carefully   arranged   gowns,   each   one   more   graceful   than   the   last.   Different   fabrics   catch   her   attention   in   passing,   silk,   lace,   and   rich   velvet.   Almost   without   thinking,   one   palm   extends,   fingertips   brushing   the   sumptuous   textile.

Then   a   voice   addresses   her.   Her   palm   falls   softly   back   near   her   waist,   composure   returning   as   swiftly.   A   polite   smile   is   offered   in   return.   ❝   Good   morning.   I   need   a   dress   for   a   special   event.   Due   to   your   popularity,   my   father   sent   me   here.   ❞

[hautevaux]

It was always quite satisfying to hear that his reputation had preceded him; word of mouth betwixt clients or in passing always did far more than advertisements in local newspapers or such- Thus, his smile is bright and welcoming, his softened gesture toward the arch at the back of the store as elegant as he;

━☆・*。"I've time now if you would like to discuss it further, darling. It depends on whether you're looking for a pre-designed dress to be fitted or if you would like a custom order." His heeled boots paced gently across marble tile; "--and for when would it be needed?" Logistics for materials, if they were not ones he currently had in stock, would have to be considered. But that was a problem for him, and certainly not one to be approached that very moment.

The fitting room situated at the back of the store was beautifully open, flooded with natural light and housed several risers poised in front of grand mirrors reaching from floor to ceiling. To one side, where he was headed, poised two plush sofa's with a coffee table in the middle; endlessly comfortable and certainly as luxury as the remainder of the store. It offered a reprieve from the sounds of the main floor, in the least, and one could hold a far less interrupted conversation.

[heartinhands]

"Hey, sorry to drop in unannounced--," Dante's sopping wet, rain running from his hair into his eyes, pooling in his leather coat and drip-drip-dripping onto the floor. Out of respect to the poor boutique owner, he hangs out by the door, not wanting to get too much water in the place. "It started raining like crazy and--well--your shop happened to be unlocked when I tried the door in my desperation." He does a sort of half-turn to look at the 'closed' sign on the door (of course, the closed sign being flipped outward, so he's actually reading the word 'OPEN' on the placard).

Dante speaks as he watches the pattering of rain outside. "You can keep closing up--I'll just wait for the storm to pass and be on my merry, merry way. Nice boutique you got, by the way. Don't worry, I won't touch anything." At least the rain's washed any residual devil blood off of him so he shouldn't appear frightening.

[hautevaux]

There lays a level of professional scrutiny in Vaux's eyes, briefly, as he notes his apparent newfound companion and his dishevelled, utterly sodden state. He takes but a moment to think, hands shifting to hips, before he decidedly speaks;

━☆・*。"Would you like a hot drink and a towel while you wait?" He gives an elegant gesture with a hand; the offer given so naturally and comfortably. Truly, Vaux had witnessed his fair share of odd things since he had opened his store, and this would end up being one of them, no doubt.

[engineering-robotics]

Reeve had barely registered that Vaux even entered his office. When he did glance up the man almost startled, but composed himself fairly quickly giving a small smile of appreciation. "Oh, you didn't have to go out of your way on my account, Vaux. I thank you for that though. These past few weeks have been a slog around crunch time."

Oh, he noticed? Not much could be done about the other man's scrutiny. The eyes of a professional like that rarely let the smallest details go unnoticed. ".....I mean I have slept."

Something akin to sleep. A crappy nap. Somewhere within the realm of attempting to sleep. "I always look like I am in a state around this time in my department."

Half truth.

@hautevaux

[hautevaux]

━☆・*。"I don't believe that passing out at your desk counts as a good night sleep, darling-" Vaux countered with a rather unimpressed hum; "Don't tell me - - you're also wired up to the eyeballs on caffeine? Have you at least had some breakfast?"

Vaux takes a few paces closer, hands still comfortably poised upon his hips, and eyes Reeve with a newfound intensity; not a cruel scrutiny, mind you, but a firmly concerned curiosity.

━☆・*。"Come on-" He thus decided; Come"We're going for breakfast. If anything, it'll give your poor eyes a break from that screen of yours."

[hautevaux]

OOC: completely irrelevant to anything here but I have been replaying Rebirth lately - but with a rufus over cloud mod.

[hautevaux]

@rcsfield || 𝕃𝕀𝕂𝔼𝔻 for a 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋𝔼ℝ || FFXVI EDITION.

Breathtaking - the sight of the sun setting over Drake's Head, the painted orange and yellow hues 'pon the horizon reflected within the crystals large expanse. If one did not know better, one would think it aflame from the inside; a roaring centrepiece to an equally beautiful city, no? A shame then, for if one was to turn around and look beyond the walls of Oriflamme, war tainted the landscape - a bitter and twisting plague.

Vaux turned, the line of his pale gaze sweeping from glittering crystal to stretching landscape beyond the city limits; from there, high within the confines of the upper metropolis, can se see the stresses of the world at their feet.So few noticed, so few looked.

He did - and it did no favours for him.

Heeled boots began to pace 'pon neatly lay cobblestone, his direction chosen. Work called, the store needed opening - yet he found himself with a profound lack of will nested in his chest. Much within the world appeared to be changing, the very air tasted like woe and despair and it was quite difficult to continue to push ones self onward to face the days monotony. ━☆・*。"Are you quite alright-?" Vaux's boots took more hesitant steps, drawing close to a fellow of whom appeared to be looking out at the distant landscape with just as much dire apprehension as the tailor had been some few moments before; but with a far greater pallor to his skin.

[hautevaux]

@sephaeroth || 𝕃𝕀𝕂𝔼𝔻 for a 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋𝔼ℝ || FFXVI EDITION.

Exhaled breaths plumed before the pallor of his face, the surveying poise of pale eyes fixating on the far distance. Oriflamme was a beautiful city most days, when the sun shimmered off of Drake's Head, when markets bustled and fashionable folk paced the streets. But when fog consumed the lower city? When the sky loomed dark and grey? It appeared austere, dispiriting and oppressive. Woe had long poisoned the marrow of the tailor's bones; each day looked at with growing hopelessness as the world around them became further consumed by war and suffering. One could near smell it on the air; anguish and misery saturated into the cobbled stone of the neatly laid pathways.

The pace of his heeled boots against the pavement quickened - the rumble within the heavens above a clear signal that they were about to open up and douse the grounds beneath in torrential rain. Alas, the downpour didn't hold off for long and ere he reached the boutique was the tailor entirely sodden. 'T would seem, however, that he was not alone in his misfortune. As he approached the door, key in hand, another lingered nearby; just as saturated with rainwater and cold as he was so Vaux, ever the social butterfly, gave a grand gesture with a well-manicured hand toward the door;

━☆・*。"Come on, darling- in you come. You'll catch your death out here. Come on -- I've towels."

[hautevaux]

@vanishinq || 𝕃𝕀𝕂𝔼𝔻 for a 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋𝔼ℝ || FFXVI EDITION.

The tap of heeled boots against the cobbled streets narrated every movement made, the quiet lap of his coat tails against his calves in the mild breeze a brief agitation ere he sought refuge within the store. The familiarity of tailored displays and racks stacked high with fabrics did naught to quell the unease nestled in his chest; the sweeping motion of eyes toward the heavens through the pane of a window only furthered the unexplained anxiety.

That slipped mask soon returned to normal, however, when the bell above the door chimed and a figure paced inside; Vaux flashes a smile, dazzling and welcoming before idly pacing closer toward the small reception desk.

━☆・*。"Good morning, darling-" He chimed, the cool colour of his eyes scanning the bookings written upon parchment on the desk for but a moment before he regarded company once more; "Are you here for an appointment, darling-? Or picking something up, perhaps?"

[hautevaux]

ooc: lyri has almost written the starters she owes? what a shocking development

[hautevaux]

ooc; you ever get that thought of oh, yeah I put that in my drafts like yesterday... and then you check and it's been at least a week and you're just... well, fuck.

[hautevaux]

━☆・*。STARTER CALL

Specifically for Vaux's FFXVI Universe-! Please feel free to like this post for a starter! It'll be of a completely random length and subject.

[hautevaux]

━☆・*。STARTER CALL

Specifically for Vaux's FFXVI Universe-! Please feel free to like this post for a starter! It'll be of a completely random length and subject.

[hautevaux]

━☆・*。STARTER CALL

Specifically for Vaux's FFXVI Universe-! Please feel free to like this post for a starter! It'll be of a completely random length and subject.