Bling (closed)

[Jory Addison]

Jory had never come to the jewelry store in Hogsmeade, he had rarely had the money to come and when he did, it had usually been time to get a new piercing, anyway. This time, he was waiting, mostly because he wasn't quite sure what to get next. His ears, eyebrow, tongue, belly button, he had no idea what was next. Sure, he had his list, but he had been starting to doubt whether he really wanted his nipples done and he certainly wasn't brave enough to go get his hips done, especially without someone to go with.

And whatever he had heard about the man that ran the place, he couldn't really judge him, not when he knew how the Prophet lied and exaggerated quite regularly. "Hi, you don't have body jewelry...do...you..." he slowed as he approached the man, Emilian? his eyes pulled to the scars on the man's face and hand.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian raised an eyebrow at the boy that came in. "Don't they say take a picture and it'll last longer?" he asked. He was used to the looks, though, not that that meant he was perfectly fine with getting looks of disdain and wonder from the various customers that walked through his door. He had never noticed just how many he got until Adara had left.

[Jory Addison]

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just...um..." Jory stuttered, jerking his eyes up to the man's and bringing his hands together in front of him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to. I get stares a lot, it's...it's not fun. Are you Emilian?" Oh please, anything to change the subject. He didn't want to be on this man's bad side, it just didn't sound like it would be conducive to his health.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian stared at the boy for a few long moments before sighing and nodded. "Calm down, it's not that big of a deal, yeah, I'm Emilian. And you are...? Wait...are you Jory? I believe I've seen your picture in the paper a couple of times." At least the Prophet was good for learning names and faces, well, the names and faces that are most often in the gossip column.

[Jory Addison]

"Um...yeah...I've been in the Prophet," Jory said. He wasn't too happy about being in it, but no one really had any control over it. "So do you have body jewelry or not?" he asked, glancing around the shop. Maybe he should have just walked around like an idiot for a few minutes instead of doing the smart thing and asking.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian eyed Jory for a minute before pushing away from the counter and gesturing for Jory to follow him. He let his eyes move over him as he passed behind Jory, thoughts floating through his mind as he took in how the boy's coat clung to him. He was so glad that today wasn't cold enough for heavy cloaks. "Over here."

[Jory Addison]

Jory felt eyes on him, but he brushed the feeling off and followed Emilian to a little display. It wasn't as many as he had been hoping for, but it was something, and they looked really, really good. "Wow, these are really cool," he said, bringing a hand to his stomach. He hadn't even considered what kind he wanted to get.

[Emilian Sota]

"Yes, I try to keep a fairly good variety of things here," Emilian said, eyes dropping to Jory's hand against his stomach and his mind fell back to a specific girl that had had her perfect little belly button pierced. His eyes hovered as he asked what in particular Jory was looking for. Please say belly button ring.

[Jory Addison]

"Um..." Ugh, he was saying that too much. Jory had started paying more attention to the so-called filler words he used way too much. He really needed to stop with the likes and the ums and the uhs. "I have a few," he gestured to his ears and his eyebrow. "And my tongue," a gesture to his mouth. "And my belly button." Another light touch to his stomach.

[Emilian Sota]

Oh yes. "Well, I have...well, everything," Emilian said, pulling his eyes up to Jory's mouth before finding his eyes. "All you have to do is tell me what you want." He gave a smile that said anything you want. The things he could do to this boy. "My job is to please." He licked his lips and turned his eyes to the display case, opening it to give Jory access.

[Jory Addison]

Jory looked up to see that smile and his lips hovered on those lips before moving up to lock eyes that were such a lighter, crisper blue than his own. He felt caught by some invisible force and his teeth found his lip. Then he forced his eyes away to look at the jewelry. "I like this one," he said, reaching toward a bar with deep blue balls at either end which were speckled with white dots. It looked like the night sky.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian couldn't help the smug smile that his lips morphed into when Jory finally was able to pull his eyes away. "So you decided you're looking for a tongue ring?" he asked, reaching across Jory's hand to take the piece out of the case, his hand brushing Jory's as it passed. "You know, I have a sale going on, you get a discount if you buy two." A lie, but he wondered if Jory would have the money, and with the large amount paid by that last young girl, he was doing just fine right now.

[Jory Addison]

Jory pulled his hand back, his eyes following Emilian's as he completely missed whatever it was that Emilian said next. He was having a strange sense of deja vu, though could it really be considered that when basically the exact same thing had happened during his first visit to Eros'? "Just that," he said, hoping it was the right response.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian took a matching curved bar set from the display before closing it and turning to go back to the main counter. He let a hand brush lightly against the small of Jory's back as he passed. "Consider it a thank you gift for a first time customer," he said. No, he wasn't being too obvious, he was acting just the same as he always had, well ever since coming to Hogwarts.

[Jory Addison]

"But..." Jory was stopped short by the light touch and before the thought of I shouldn't be doing this could even form properly in his mind it was gone. "Okay," he said, then followed Emilian to the register. He supposed he couldn't turn down jewelry, and did gift mean it was completely free? He was certainly okay with that.