Through The Many Realms

Kieran and Kelly

SFW
Poly couple adding a third Fluff

You stood as still as you could, trying not to get pricked by the designer's needles, again. You looked at him in the mirror as he pinned the excess fabric at your waist away, your eyes dancing from his strong brow, or his strong jaw, strong hands.
"I can see you looking at me, you know that, right?" Kieran muttered through the needles he had balanced between his teeth, quite a feat considering the under bite that allowed for his tusks to poke through was quite large.
Although, all things considered, it fit him in an unconventional way.
"Now I do, sorry if it made you uncomfortable." You said, straightening up a bit as he chuckled, moving behind you to pin the back pleats.
"I wouldn't say uncomfortable, I just figured you would ask me to dinner before you looked at me like you wanted to eat me." He joked, poking his head out from behind to look at you through the mirror, a single lavender loc laden in gold rings falling against almost mint colored skin.
"I was not looking at you like that." You scoffed, your cheeks reddening.
"You are a filthy liar." He chortled as he stood, removing the pins and placing his hands on your shoulders. He towered over you. "How do you feel?" He asked and you looked at yourself.
He had dressed you in a sheer whire gown with a draped neckline that almost showed the pasties he had you wear, held up by gold and jewel encrusted straps. It was tight and pleated at the ribs, eventually falling just before your hip in a cascade of horsehair trimmed ruffles with a single slit up the leg.
You bit your lip and smiled.
"Like a goddess." You admitted and he gave a whoop of victory, wrapping his arms around your waist before you both yelped.

The two of you stared at the dress laid out on the gown, you in a dressing gown that was half open to hold the Peroxide soaked rag to your side, and him holding is much more torn up arm with his own rag. Due to the amount of blood and the fabrics thin structure, the blood had spread and stained it all.
"I can't believe I did that." He said quietly.
"Maybe hope isn't lost, isn't the collection supposed to exemplify the modern goddess, why not make this look intentional." You offered. "Like, make this the piece that is haute couture."
He gave you a look and chuckled.
"So splatter red dye on the area to make it look like what?"
"I don't know, all I know is art makes people feel a certain way, and a beautiful white gown with blood stains is a visceral image." You pointed out. He pursed his lips, then tilted his head in compliance.
"I would have to go get that dye-"
"Or I could get it and you could stay and finish sewing it. It's natural fiber, right?" You asked as you grabbed you clothes, dropping the dressing gown and turning your back to him. You heard a small inhale and chuckled.
"You are no better than any other man, Kieri." You joked, looking over your shoulder at him.
"No I am not, but can you blame an artist for loving a canvas for the opportunity?" He asked as you pulled your tank top on.
"You got to get sewing. You want something to eat?" You asked, putting your shoes on.
"Well if you are offering..." He all but purred in a suggestive tone. You snorted and grabbed your bag.
"Taco truck burritos?"
"Oh fuck yes, Carne Asada, no cilantro." He said, picking up the dress.

You walked back into the sounds of what could easily have been every curse word in the orcish language.
"Hands up, step back, breathe for a minute and come eat." You said, leaning against the door to close it.
He followed your orders before pausing and looking at you.
"How-"
"I know about the rage, I found that this works for ex-horde military orcs." You snorted and walked over, setting the bag on a clear section of the work table. You reached into your bag and pulled out a bottle of blood red fabric dye.
"So, do we splatter on or off my body?"
"How about on, but tomorrow cuz I am hungry now." He said as he rummaged through the bag. "You got limes?"

"And so I told her 'why are you acting as if I made this collection for you? Kelly was my muse.' And she did not like that." Kieran recanted as you sipped your cola.
"Yikes, harsh, but like, who insults other models?" You shuddered. "The one show I can't be a part of and you get roped up in bullshit." You snorted.
"It was wild. She kept acting like how many thought you would, considering you are my partner and usual muse. This was my first time working with her. Crazy." He tsked before biting into his burrito.
"To be fair, the world isn't as privy to our relationships rules." You pointed out and smiled. "Speaking of..."
"She was fun, you would love her, you two should go on a date." He said, pausing as you held your hand up and mouthed 'chew'.
"Do you think I will like her because you like her and you want a three way or is it cause you actually think our personalities meld?"
Kieran swallowed and smiled sheepishly, the gold tooth from when he lost one of his front teeth in a fight after a show glinting as a subtle reminder that while the embodiment of warm snuggles and sunshine, Kieran knew when push came to shove, you have to fight for what you hold dear.
"A little of both if I am being honest. She seems like she would probably conspire with you on how to more efficiently torture me, but also, she makes homemade bread."
"Way to bury the lead, invite her over to the flat and let me meet her first." You said, unwrapping your burrito. "But please, don't do that over excited 'my girlfriends are going to be girlfriends' panic thing, it freaks everyone else out."
He sputtered and looked hurt and you smiled, reaching over to rest your hand on his.
"I know, you feel a lot of feelings in that moment, but it is creepy and looks fetishy." You reminded him, biting down.