Sweet Surprises [Lovino Vargas]
Feb 4, 2018 20:48:27 GMT -5
Post by Feliciano Vargas on Feb 4, 2018 20:48:27 GMT -5
The fall sun was surprisingly bright, even for early afternoon, and Feliciano was glad for the wide-brimmed sunhat he'd plucked from the growing mess littering his room in the apartment. While his sunglasses helped as well, the warmth of the last dredges of summer would have been less bearable without the wide straw brim shading his face.
Still though, sitting out on a bench on the campus lawn as he was, Feliciano couldn't help but frown. He and Lovino had conversed via text throughout the week, making plans for a rare outing between the two half-siblings. Lovino was supposed to meet him out here nearly an hour ago--while several of his friends joked that Feliciano's Italian heritage led him to being late rather than on time (with Feliciano himself having arrived at the meet-up point at least fifteen minutes late himself), Feliciano certainly wasn't happy to be left waiting. He had dressed up and everything for their lunch together, wearing a piece he had made spring semester for class.
His sundress was made in vintage American style, a lovely gingham pattern of red and white with bold black buttons up the front--purely decorational, because Feliciano had a strange love for fake buttons. Especially since a fold along the front, beneath said buttons, made his dress look like a button-up shirt without the stress of worrying whether the layers of his dress were pulling apart and showing off an unfortunate piece of skin. With an attached belt of matching fabric cinched tightly around his waist, it helped make Feliciano feel thinner and gave him curves Feliciano knew his skinny frame didn't quite have. Hamish had taught him well on that front--how to accentuate more feminine features without relying on padding, especially since Feli wasn't aiming to actually look exactly like a girl.
Since Feliciano had designed and sewn the dress himself, Feliciano knew it still matched his measurements almost exactly and there were no awkward sags or bunches. The bold black trim along the wide straps on his bared shoulders and parts of his top highlighted features he didn't biologically have, but created a facade of them he appreciated aesthetically.
With his feet clad in soft suede ankle boots, held tight to his ankles with black straps, Feliciano knew he was at least pretty, even without a wig. He had paid particular attention that his hat and shoes matched very well, and the black leather straps on his shoes matched well with his sunglasses and fake buttons. A bright red and brown satchel rested on the sidewalk at his feet, holding his wallet, phone, and plenty of other essentials his admittedly small pockets couldn't hold. Feliciano lamented once again not thinking to make the pockets bigger, want for a bag accessory aside, as he fished out his phone to check the time.
'Ten more minutes,' Feliciano thought to himself, absently lifting a hand to hold his hat in place as a cool breeze rushed by. 'Ten more minutes until I'm going back to my room and never hanging out with Lovi ever again.' His hair, for once not straightened and thus left curling wildly around his face, tickled his cheek in the breeze and he absently tucked the wayward strands behind his ear. Honestly, what was taking Lovino so long? It wasn't even one o'clock on a Saturday, shouldn't he be awake by now?
Still though, sitting out on a bench on the campus lawn as he was, Feliciano couldn't help but frown. He and Lovino had conversed via text throughout the week, making plans for a rare outing between the two half-siblings. Lovino was supposed to meet him out here nearly an hour ago--while several of his friends joked that Feliciano's Italian heritage led him to being late rather than on time (with Feliciano himself having arrived at the meet-up point at least fifteen minutes late himself), Feliciano certainly wasn't happy to be left waiting. He had dressed up and everything for their lunch together, wearing a piece he had made spring semester for class.
His sundress was made in vintage American style, a lovely gingham pattern of red and white with bold black buttons up the front--purely decorational, because Feliciano had a strange love for fake buttons. Especially since a fold along the front, beneath said buttons, made his dress look like a button-up shirt without the stress of worrying whether the layers of his dress were pulling apart and showing off an unfortunate piece of skin. With an attached belt of matching fabric cinched tightly around his waist, it helped make Feliciano feel thinner and gave him curves Feliciano knew his skinny frame didn't quite have. Hamish had taught him well on that front--how to accentuate more feminine features without relying on padding, especially since Feli wasn't aiming to actually look exactly like a girl.
Since Feliciano had designed and sewn the dress himself, Feliciano knew it still matched his measurements almost exactly and there were no awkward sags or bunches. The bold black trim along the wide straps on his bared shoulders and parts of his top highlighted features he didn't biologically have, but created a facade of them he appreciated aesthetically.
With his feet clad in soft suede ankle boots, held tight to his ankles with black straps, Feliciano knew he was at least pretty, even without a wig. He had paid particular attention that his hat and shoes matched very well, and the black leather straps on his shoes matched well with his sunglasses and fake buttons. A bright red and brown satchel rested on the sidewalk at his feet, holding his wallet, phone, and plenty of other essentials his admittedly small pockets couldn't hold. Feliciano lamented once again not thinking to make the pockets bigger, want for a bag accessory aside, as he fished out his phone to check the time.
'Ten more minutes,' Feliciano thought to himself, absently lifting a hand to hold his hat in place as a cool breeze rushed by. 'Ten more minutes until I'm going back to my room and never hanging out with Lovi ever again.' His hair, for once not straightened and thus left curling wildly around his face, tickled his cheek in the breeze and he absently tucked the wayward strands behind his ear. Honestly, what was taking Lovino so long? It wasn't even one o'clock on a Saturday, shouldn't he be awake by now?
@puchi I'm sorry this is an age and a half late, but I hope this works for you!
