Post by Storm Chun Ødegård on Oct 3, 2015 20:35:03 GMT -5
It took Storm hours to get everything perfect for his outfit. Of course this was also while he was looking over what Iliza was doing, making sure he was walking into the bar with someone who looked just a polished and amazing as he did. It was a halloween party at a bar, but Storm would be damned if she showed up anywhere in anything that was less than perfect.
Honestly he had been planning out this this sense last year. Halloween itself wasn’t his thing, but finding an excuse to wear something spectacular had his name written all over it. Storm spent months tracking down the right outfit, or at least a person who could make what he wanted. He ended up tracking down a woman who made period clothing for plays and reenactments. To most people it was silly to spend so much money on something he was bound to only where three times if he planned the holiday festivities right. Storm invested in cloths, it was the thing he did. Others had their hobbies, Storm had cloths.
With the right charm he was able to get his hair a ghostly frosty whites. Some tones of pale blue in there just for depth. He grinned clearly satisfied. Peeking his head in to check on his cousin Storm looked her over. “Why would pick those shoes? Go with your boots,the knee high Jimmy Choo ones I got you for your birthday that you never wear.” He quickly snapped at her. Iliza often had to deal with him nit picking her looks. She was one of the few that actually let him. Nate gave him a day every three months but the rest of the time he was a lost cause.
Next he went about the makeup that would cover his face. Something to make his skin milky, sink in his cheeks and soften the pink in his lips. He was going as a ghost. A specter from the Victorian era. His outfit was creams, ivories and pale golds, and perfect. He had even found a mask that was just as delicate and luxurious as his outfit. Carefully placing the mask on his face Storm made sure it was snug. He adjusted the cuffs of his flamboyant undershirt and then finally stepped out from in front of the mirror.
“Ready?” He asked Iliza making sure that she had pared the rest of her outfit right, and make up complimented the dress she had on. They walked together to the bar. The festivities had already started, the place loud with party goers. He wished his cousin good luck with her night as they split off and Storm found himself a drink.
[tag: adelaide freya giehl ]
[wearing: this with white socks and white and gold shoes and mask like this