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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jan 23, 2013 15:16:12 GMT -5
The girl seemed to be cheerful and enthusiastic when talking about art, a welcome change from earlier when Josh had been unsure of how to continue conversation. He did not do well with awkwardness but now that they'd successfully traversed the dangerous waters he found it slightly easier to cope. "I'm nowhere near a connoisseur myself but it's nice to look at, I guess." He shrugged non-committally out of habit even though she would not notice. He could sketch decently well but art class had been dropped by him as soon as it was no longer mandatory and he'd taken music in high school as his art-related credit.
He blinked as he thought of it and then pulled a face, not liking the idea of their puffy clothing and outdated styles. Of course, they were not out of date during those times and being rich he would certainly have adhered to them if he'd been born during that time period but as a child of the modern era, the thought was met with distaste. "It's not for me," he admitted. He wore designer clothing, a gold Rolex, a jacket that had cost several hundred dollars. He liked the way he dressed now. "As for armour... no, I do believe I'd prefer my freedom." He didn't like the idea of being weighted down by iron and steel.
She'd brought up the question, though, and now he was curious about her answer. "And you?" He wasn't usually the type to ask questions but this conversation was innocent, non-invasive. It was also highly preferable to the one from before.
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Post by RHOSWEN MARA HART on Jan 23, 2013 18:32:08 GMT -5
Rhoswen made a ah, sound before raising her hand momentarily a playful grin on her lips,as she pulled out her history course book and pulled out a sketch, it was a work in progress and not professional but it was good.
She showed him the page, in the for ground was a young maiden with the dresses worn in the middle ages, the skirt looked soft and delicate but at the same time heavy with dark red embroidery. The sketch was made out of charcoal and chalk, he could probably tell the girl was very similar to Rhos wen her self and the background looked like a Scottish castle.
"I always thought it would be cool to get dressed up as if a lady from that era. The bodices would take some used to and of course the underskirt and slip but they were designed beautifully." Rhoswen answered. She rubbed her fingers on her jeans, with a blush before tilting her head away from him.
"The corsets I don't think I could handle, nor the high heels." She winced at that thought. Before she waited for the sketch to be given back. [ooc: kind of like this)
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jan 27, 2013 1:13:10 GMT -5
Joshua was surprised when he was passed a drawing. It begged a question in his mind—was it rude that he had not expected her to have any talent in drawing? It's a natural human conclusion, is it not? The Fire was not overly concerned with being a people pleaser or a pure soul but he had to wonder about these things. He was naturally curious.
Accepting the drawing, gray eyes swept over it with a look of intrigue. It wasn't half bad, though it looked unfinished from what he could tell and so he couldn't make an accurate judgement. There was enough detail for him to make out what she'd been trying to capture. "This is pretty good." Though he'd taken history all throughout high school and as his second major in college, Josh had never truly delved into the fashion aspect of medieval times. He was certainly aware of it but did not have enough of an interest to pay more attention than was needed.
Rhoswen seemed a bit more passionate about the subject and so he paid attention as she spoke. He was not so rude as to space out in the middle of conversation. "I certainly wouldn't enjoy being a lady back then. The things they sacrificed for the sake of fashion..." He shook his head, looking distasteful. Cinched waists were the worst of his concerns. It wasn't healthy, he knew that. Where Rhoswen's thoughts drifted toward beauty, his stayed fixed with medical concerns. Typical of an aspiring doctor.
He chuckled, passing the sketch back to her. "I couldn't handle heels if you paid me." He remembered telling his wife this on several occasions. He didn't understand the point. They looked painful. Speaking of looks, he didn't think he'd be particularly attracted to medieval fashion, either. He was a tad stereotypical with his preference of the much less modest fashions of the day but who could blame him?
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Post by RHOSWEN MARA HART on Jan 27, 2013 21:46:49 GMT -5
Rhoswen smiled in thanks before, making a slight pout when the charcoal smudged a little bit on the libary book. "Its a project for art class, to do a title for a book, if you were going to write one." She rubbed the smudged charcoal on her fingers unto her jeans once more before putting the art peice away.
When he brought up sacrifices, Rhoswen grimanced, "and the fact unless you were a nobel mans daughter, you weren't treated like you were a person. "Rhoswen paused slightly "but of course even as a nobel man's child you had no say in who you would marry either and when you would marry." Another grimance was on her face at that thought.
"Boy time sure changes alot of things." Rhoswen commented, "but at the same time, we are always repeating the same mistakes." Rhoswen smiled at him about his comment about being paid to wear heels. "I guess you haven't seen Rocky Horror picture show then." It was a half question half statement thing.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Feb 5, 2013 6:56:34 GMT -5
He made a small noise of acknowledgement in his throat. A nod would have usually sufficed but the Fire graduate was doing his best to be mindful of her current condition. I never much liked art. It was pretty to look at but it hadn't been the sort of class for him. He was a facts and figures kind of guy, interested in mathematics and science and all things with theories and proof. Creativity was less of a comfort zone.
Society had certainly come a long way in terms of acceptance. He wondered what it would truly be like to grow up in a time wrought with sexism, where it was considered 'normal' to see women as beneath you. The idea that he'd have been raised with those same values made him vaguely uncomfortable. He liked to think of himself as an open and accepting person so it was a strange thought. He'd never viewed his wife as an object, as a possession. She was his wife, he loved her. "They might have had pretty clothing but they had a less than attractive lifestyle." Twirling his pen between his fingers, the Fire remarked, "But then, there are places where that's still considered normal. The east versus the west and all that." He had a passion for all forms of history that both fascinated and disgusted him.
Dark brows arched upward slightly. "Have I seen it? Yes. Have I dressed up for it? No." A brief chuckle left his lips. He could joke around and it certainly wasn't beyond him to dress like a girl for a dare, he had no concerns about his perceived sexuality, but heels were one nightmare he didn't think he would want to suffer through. They didn't look comfortable at all. Nowhere near as nice as the thick-soled hiking boots he currently wore.
A quick glance at the time on his watch made him start. "Ah, I've got to go. I need to meet my wife—nice meeting you and all." The wedding band around his finger said it all. He didn't want to be late and so he gathered his books and set them into his bag before shouldering it and heading for the door.
[Figured it was a good place to end - shoot me a PM if you want to work out another thread!]
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