wie eine spieldose;
Work was one of the things those acquainted with the inventor would proclaim to be his ‘passion’, not women, not wine, nor money and possessions, he couldn’t care less about all of it, as being one of the chosen ones for a higher good. At least this was what long-haired male thought about himself, but truly, he never really had had anything to worry about. Even now as a creator of everything possible, a profession bringing bad for many of his kind, was it impossible to overlook the gain brought in by things of little and large.
Maybe it was because Elden was really talented, maybe it was because of his family wealth.
Whatever it was – it wouldn’t matter.
Object of creation now fanning out in front of him was some sort of accessory, if it could be called like this, for the higher society who had invented a liking for little mechanical pets and additions. This one was a dragonfly, beautifully made out of green and red glass, shimmering brass as well as little bolts and nuts, a small arrangement that would fit onto a dress and – if done correctly in a few more steps – would even move its delicate wings upon pulling a light silver string. It had been an order and wasn’t what Kyosuke would normally prepare – but he didn’t mind the changes.
“Amera.” It was his assistant the mechanic would call after, trusting her to be close by and in no need to turn around towards her form. “I need the little box with the brass buttons, ten millimeter maximum.” His instructions had always been short and frank, but soft in voice and tone as the red-haired female did her job well, despite the young age. Why ever she had chosen him as an employer was nothing he had actually dwelt on, it only dawned him sometimes lately that he had seen her a few times before, on conventions and exhibitions when the white-haired man would present his work and jewelry.
Maybe it had to do with it – but he was likely too deep in his work to even notice as much.