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[mylittlechangeling]

A lil art trade with @askdrakomod <3 I do love me some dragons!

[mandari-peacock]

💎 - Does my muse wear a lot of jewelry? If so, what kind(s)? //for both

Glamour & Aesthetics Ask Meme

@worldsmostdangerous

She chuckles a slight bit. “Well yes, I do like jewellery. Thought I can wear it mostly just after work. Rings and bracelets tend to get in the way while sewing.”

“If so then a bracelet yes.” then he stops and smirks, pulling his clothes a bit to the side. “And some other... Places for jewellery thought those you should take time to look at them at night.”

[mandari-peacock]

thief

(closed rp with @beyondshadow )

A silent day, which had gotten pretty late after she had worked on an own project. Sure there had been some customers who had taken interest into the clothes that she sold, or made for them if they wanted something special. But most of them had been in their thinking phase, taking some ideas with them that she had in her sketch books that she layed out in the shop.

Sketchbooks filled with ideas for wedding dresses, mostly in all the indian styles of her home country. It was not often that one looked through these, instead people took interest in the sarees and other traditionel clothes. She stretched slowly, a soft sigh leaving her lips. At least two dresses had been sold today, and a third one was payed to be made.

Looking over the shop once again, making sure she had left it properly as she had entered it this morning. Then with a nod she walked to the cashier, taking the money out. It was time to bring this little bit to the bank, how good that this was just three streets away. Making sure that the money was placed into a hidden pocket in her bag. A nod followed, before she walked to the door of the shop. Keys in her hand as she walked out, turning around to close the shop door properly. While setting the alarm, she didn’t noticed how someone was stepping near her.

Then she feels someone running into her, the cool door against her body. Before she moves away from it, hands groping for something, searching, till they take hold of her bag. “What... LET GO!” her voice starts normal, then the scream can be heard from the little street. A yelp follows, before rough cursing starts and one can hear two people in a short while. One cursing, a male voice, the other telling him to let go, the voice of an angered woman.

The man cursed, getting nearly beaten by her, till a companion shows up and helps him. One would hear Basma scream after him, but not able to follow while he would run out of the street with her bag. The other still holding her there, trying to silence her while they are still fighting.