"Hmm... Well, I do love purple... but as a secondary color, an accent to black. As evidenced. If that's what you mean."
She held her arm up, away from them, to finally show off the cuff of her sleeve. What had simply looked like perhaps some sort of gradient of purple at the edge while it was hanging in folds was far clearer, now that the fabric was hanging straighter: the angled lines that separated the patches of swiftly-fading purple weren't entirely random; if he looked at the overall, it did rather resemble the veins and panes of a butterfly's wing, though it was only a small section thereof....
"That, and roses, are rather my favorites. Although, sometimes I have felt like doing something a bit differently, and adopting my favorite wine's countenance...."
She gestured, giving her sleeve a single shake, and unless he blinked to miss it, he'd get to see the color of her sleeve's end shift, purple fading and lightening, taking on a dustier silvery sort of hue. With no apparent mechanism for having done so, the thin fabric had just shifted from a velvety, pearly purple... to an almost metallic sort of dusting, as though it were made, somehow, of that delicately frosted untouched skin some blueberries were known for.
"...But I haven't done that in a while." She eyed it, and then with another little gesture, the silver melted away, the dark violet blush returning.
She looked back at him, leaning back into his space, smile daring him to comment on such a little stunt. What had it been, magic? Some kind of sleight of hand? Something else?
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Date: 8 Oct 2023 09:40 (UTC)She held her arm up, away from them, to finally show off the cuff of her sleeve. What had simply looked like perhaps some sort of gradient of purple at the edge while it was hanging in folds was far clearer, now that the fabric was hanging straighter: the angled lines that separated the patches of swiftly-fading purple weren't entirely random; if he looked at the overall, it did rather resemble the veins and panes of a butterfly's wing, though it was only a small section thereof....
"That, and roses, are rather my favorites. Although, sometimes I have felt like doing something a bit differently, and adopting my favorite wine's countenance...."
She gestured, giving her sleeve a single shake, and unless he blinked to miss it, he'd get to see the color of her sleeve's end shift, purple fading and lightening, taking on a dustier silvery sort of hue. With no apparent mechanism for having done so, the thin fabric had just shifted from a velvety, pearly purple... to an almost metallic sort of dusting, as though it were made, somehow, of that delicately frosted untouched skin some blueberries were known for.
"...But I haven't done that in a while." She eyed it, and then with another little gesture, the silver melted away, the dark violet blush returning.
She looked back at him, leaning back into his space, smile daring him to comment on such a little stunt. What had it been, magic? Some kind of sleight of hand? Something else?