Sharp Wings, Beautiful Horns (for Cleverfox)

[Brat Prince]

Unsurprised by the older teens insistence at getting dressed on his own, Sephius patted his human helper, Jeff, on the shoulder. It wasn't how things normally were for his team, but he had warned them that Skye was not a model by any stretch of their minds. Of course the little incubus in disguise was keeping his ears pricked for anything that sounded like too much irritation in his master's tone, since he couldn't see him. It was likely that he would be getting at least a scolding later, when they were free of prying human eyes, and the pet wanted to make certain it wouldn't be too terrible. So far he figured he was doing pretty well.

When he asked if Skye thought he'd be alright to dress on his own the raven and white haired teen could feel the eye roll with the angel's tone of voice, folding his arms and arching a brow at the screen between them since he could; wondering if his master might slip on the dripping sarcasm with a smirk. "No, not hardly."he agreed, "It is just a bit more dressing than you're used to is all." He teased, waiting patiently and hoping no adjustments would be needed when Skye was done.

As the fallen angel finally stepped forth the demon felt his eyebrows raise, scarlet eyes flashing as his pupils briefly went elliptical on him. The huff wasn't unnoticed, but Sephius was far too taken in by seeing his work on his master to care about it. In fact the demonic teen was almost giddy; clasping his hands in front of his face and rising up on the balls of his feet before seeming to appear at the fallen angels side, running nimble hands over seams and the white haired teens frame. He started at the arms, holding them out and checking the lay of the fabric, before moving down his back and legs while the humans came to help assess.

There wasn't much for them to do however, since they already could see what their designer was double checking. "You're perfect! A perfect fit!" Sephius said happily as he popped up in front of the blue eyed teen with his own red eyes flashing. "This is great, we don't have to worry about adjustments and-" the penthouse bell interrupted, "-and that's the photographer! Li! Go let him in!" He said sharply as the young woman raced past.

"Okay si- Skye," Sephius said, running his hands down the angel's chest to smooth out non-existent wrinkles, "the photographer is going to set up in front of the big panoramic windows and there will be a total of ten garment changes okay? Oh and let me say thank you so much again, I would have crashed and burned if you hadn't come." He added quietly, right before turning to greet the very haughty looking photographer and leading him to where he could set up.

[CleverFox]

Skye once again had the urge to roll his eyes in response to what Sephius had to say about it being more dressing than he was used to but he just shook his head slightly. "I can and will hurt you, I don't care if there are witnesses," Skye told him in response to the sarcasm that was evident in Sephius's voice. Of course what he said could come across as just the teasing that was likely common for roommates even if that wasn't how he meant it so Skye wasn't worried that he was going to tip anyone off.

After he finished dressing the angel stepped from behind the screen and watched as Sephius came over, noting the way that the was acting and thinking that it was strange. "I take it I'm adequate?" he questioned before Sephius went on to say that he was perfect. Skye wasn't sure what to make of all the fondling and he was damn well hoping that it was just because of the clothes and nothing else though he didn't ask. Granted he didn't fight or otherwise protest either and instead just let the demon do what he needed to do, his blue eyes going to Sephius as he ordered someone to get the door.

"Ten?" Skye repeated when told how many times he was going to have to change clothes, thinking that wasn't something that he signed up for. Of course his thought of protesting sort of died in his throat when Sephius once again thanked him for what he had done and the fact that he was so happy just caused Skye to nod his head.

"You owe me," he said quietly before looking over at the human photographer came into the room. The angel knew that he could match that look if he really wanted to but he just decided on a look of disinterest as he followed Sephius across the room.

[Brat Prince]

Sephius could feel his face heat up a bit in response to his master's veiled threat of hurting him; thankfully his human assistants figured it was playful banter between roomies who had very different interests, but the incubus knew better. Clearly he'd teased a hair too far for the slightly stuffy older teens liking. Proving even fallen angels had little sense of humor in his opinion. Brushing it off the little demon simply shrugged, saying sweetly, "Ah but if you hurt me who will maintain our place? Besides, we both know you adore me."

When he saw his master finally step out for him to see Sephius admittedly went a bit starry eyed. He always did when his garments were finally coming to life; it was less Skye and more the way his body wore it, but his pet was far too caught up in the moment to tell him that. Instead he launched into a full (and touchy) inspection, which his new substitute model passed with flying colors and was told so. Right before he was told by his designing demon that he had nine more outfits to show off.

"Yes ten," Sephius said as he smoothed out the fabrics across his master's chest with a professional manner. "Actually it was supposed to be fifteen but seeing as I only had three weeks after final design I was able to get the client to pick their top ten, I can work on the remainder for next week. It'll be a more private show. Less pressure." Once the incubus was happy with his work and how it looked on Skye he made certain to let his master know how much this really meant, that the angel had truly helped him and it wasn't taken lightly.

At Skye's saying he owed him the demonic teen smirked slightly; "I can only imagine what." He said softly, just for Skye's benefit before patting his shoulder and going to handle the photographer.

It took awhile for set up, listening to the human complain about glass backdrops and light angles and so forth; the man ordering the assistants around while he lamented. These should go here and the light sources there, no there! Color made a difference of course, as did the mood being captured and oh it would never ever- aha! There! Sephius felt himself want to cheer in relief as the picky man finally got it right; which humorously enough was exactly the way they had it the first time. Clapping his hands the slender pet turned to Skye with a tired but still pleasant smile. "Alright then Skye, just go and get in front of the window and let Jacques direct you alright?"

[CleverFox]

"That has nothing to do with whether or not I can hurt you," Skye told him bluntly when Sephius said that he adored him. Mainly because in his eyes they were not related in any way, his feelings and his ability to cause the demon pain should the need arise. And he was thinking more and more that the need was going to arise sooner rather than later.

He wasn't really thrilled with the inspection that he was given and was reminded oddly of someone looking to buy a horse, the only thing that was really missing was that Sephius refrained from looking at his teeth. He didn't mention that since it was a sort of outdated thing at this point and he didn't want the people that were working for his pet demon to think that he was strange.

Or stranger if they had already gotten that impression.

Skye was less than happy about the ten garments that he was told he was going to have to model and he shook his head slightly when it was confirmed. "You're going to owe me for this favor," he said in a low voice, listening only halfway to what the demon was saying about his client and more garments and blah blah blah.

The photographer was someone that Skye took an instant disliking to and he gave an uncaring look as he moved over to where he was supposed to be. He was watching with only vague interest as the humans scurried about doing this and that but he really just couldn't care less. His blue eyes went to the demon when he clapped his hands and spoke to him, the angel arching a brow at the direct part. "He can request, I don't follow orders," the angel felt the need to point out.

He'd followed the orders of only a handful in his life and some haughty human photographer was not going to be one of them. Actually, no human in general was going to earn a spot on that list.

Still he sauntered over to the window with the natural grace that his kind were possessed of, his white hair a bit disheveled but stylishly so and his blue eyes piercing and intense.

[Brat Prince]

Sephius barely refrained from rolling his scarlet eyes at his master's blunt comment, thinking that he really ought to let the angel in on what playful banter was. Before he got himself in needless trouble over it. Still, he shrugged one narrow shoulder and smiled. "Yes I'm sure it doesn't, you know, literally. But I am glad to hear that you do adore me after all. I'd begun to wonder you know." He smirked before approaching to do his hands on inspection; referring to the angelic teen not denying as much.

While Sephius got a bit lost admiring his work on a perfect frame his assistants hung back and watched him work with admiration. The demon was either pretending not to notice or was actually lost in the work. Skye actually needn't have been concerned with seeming strange; the little demons entourage were pretty eccentric on their own, and at the moment were quite taken with the white haired youth. Sure he seemed almost sullen and resigned, but he at least wasn't a high strung spoiled brat like they were used to. Two of then were actually considering asking their boss for his roomies number later, in fact.

Sephius heard the fallen angel's quiet affirmation of owing him later, arching one delicate brow at him playfully and wondering how Skye would want to be paid back precisely. Hopefully it would be something fun; though that was rather hard to say with someone like the blue eyed older teen that was eyeballing him. "Yes yes, I know don't worry." He replied, just as softly before having to attend his self important photographer.

The incubus had worried that the haughty man might ruffle his master's feathers, so to speak, and that was confirmed when Skye decided to make a borderline rude comment when he was told to listen to the man. Sephius felt his jaw nearly drop as his factly heated up. If it were a regular model/photographer spat, he would have diffused it swiftly; of course usually he wasn't working with a model who also happened to have the authority to haul him into another room and spank him. Since correcting Skye wasn't going to help even if it was the more appropriate thing to do, the younger teen spun to his photographer and spoke rapidly to him in french; the gist of which was an apology for his temporary models words and explanation that he wasn't used to working with such a professional talent.

Thankfully it smoothed things over, and kept him from a chopping block at home, even if he privately wanted to twist Skye's ear for nearly blowing the shoot after all.

Everyone trained their eyes on the angel in disguise as he ambled to the window; Sephius crossing his arms so he could cross both his fingers in secret as the shoot started. Their photographer dropping his showy antics as he started focusing on getting good material, telling Skye how to move here and there and get good shots of the garments from as many angles as possible. After about ten minutes or so the man clapped his hands and said something in french to the demon, who stepped lightly forward to take the older teen around his shoulders and lead him back to the impromptu changing area.

"The next outfit is back there already," he said quietly, "a bit tribal meets the twenties you know? It's got three layers again so uh, holler if you need help yes?" Sephius reminded him before letting go. "And you're doing perfectly in front of the cameras, so thank you. Again."

[CleverFox]

Skye was not the type to take orders from pretty much anyone, or at least not anyone that was currently around, and so he made it perfectly clear that the photographer could ask him to do things but couldn't order him. He looked over at his demonic pet when he decided to start speaking in French and that amused him to some degree since clearly he wasn't aware that angels who held a status as guardians of humanity, whether directly or indirectly, could speak all human tongues.

Of which Skye was the guardian of Hope itself so he understood every word that was being said.

He kept that his little secret for the time being and just moved to stand in front of the window, his blue eyes turning to Sephius briefly when he saw the way that he crossed his arms. He wasn't really bothered by that however and instead just did as he was requested, the angel sticking to what he had said about that and anything that came across even remotely as an order was promptly ignored by him. It seemed to take forever but he looked at the photographer when the man once again spoke in French, that getting a snort from him as he shook his head.

"Something I think you should know...you cannot use other languages to talk around me," Skye told his pet when Sephius ushered him back to change yet again. "I understood every word that you were saying."

Perhaps not a nice little bombshell to drop but Skye figured that he should at least warn the brat about that one before he said something that Skye was offended by and ended up in trouble. After that he just focused on changing clothes, taking in the compliment but not really reacting to it.

The photo shoot itself seemed to take forever and all Skye wanted was for it to be over, he was growing tired of this little game and were he possessed of less patience then he would have ended it. He wasn't quite that much of a jerk however and so he just went along with it but he really did just want it to end.

[Brat Prince]

Completely preoccupied with handling his rather uppity photographer, Sephius didn't notice his master's amusement as he began trying to soothe the ruffled feathers in French. The demon had done it figuring it might allow him some leeway with the angel in earshot, letting him apologize for his blunt attitude without confronting his stand in model which was in this situation rather impossible. If he'd seen the look on Skye's face the incubus might have lost track of his words and stumbled, but luckily he was blissfully unaware of his error and able to get things moving.

Thankfully for everyone involved today, the photographer decided to be forgiving of the white haired youth and kept his tone professional and polite, allowing them to get through without having the angel miss too many marks due to his stubbornness. It still took a bit of time naturally, and while Sephius was far from bothered he could see it wearing on his master, making him slightly nervous. It was a relief when they could move to the next outfit, the demonic teen sighing and moving to escort the older angel back to the changing area and show him the next ensemble he was to wear. The words his master spoke to him as they walked made the little raven and white haired pet flinch in wide eyed surprise; looking into those clear blue eyes closely as if to check whether he was pulling his leg.

"Er, thank you I suppose." He said finally, in a low voice. "But you know the only reason I needed to is because I can't tell you off like I would a regular model. I couldn't think of any other way to keep him from walking out on us." He added, figuring that being blatantly honest for once wouldn't hurt. "I don't want my career tanked because of one mans ego and an angels pride hmm?" He mumbled, before moving along to compliment the teen and brush away his own critical feelings. They simply weren't worth it and he sensed Skye was trying his best after all.

The shoot continued, not at a snails pace but not exactly quickly either; Sephius highly suspected that the man was nearly overdoing each garment on purpose but couldn't quite be certain. In any event it could only be drawn out for so long, and finally they were completely finished. It took surprisingly little time for the incubus to get his penthouse cleared of all but him and his master once business was done, having first sent the fallen angel back to change into his street clothes once again, to have him occupied while he thanked and got rid of his team. As soon as the pet had shut the door behind them he pressed his back to it and slowly slid to the floor. Exhausted.

"Finally." He said with a sigh, resting his head in his hands atop his bent knees. Who knew working over someone that could thrash you later for a mistake would be so stressful?