Date: 2013-04-04 11:34 pm (UTC)
allthebrightest: Sitting, happy or smug. (+= on top of the world)
That is good! It is good that she's cooperative!

The armour that takes shape is very, very pretty. At Bella's request, it has witchable sleeves, which means loose cloth from elbow to wrist; after some consultation, Tony added a pair of short fingerless gloves. From shoulder to elbow, it's the same surprisingly comfortable metal scales as the rest of the armour, each one crafted with loving attention.

A long black cape hangs from the suit's shoulders. Tony is adamant about the cape. The cape, she says, is absolutely necessary.

She works her magic into each piece as she makes it, but it's hard to tell which parts are supposed to do what - even with extensive magical analysis - until the entire thing is finally assembled.

All together it seems made of grace and light, not leather and steel. Every scale, every rivet says dance with me. It weighs half as much as Sherlock's self-deploying plate mail, and it's twice as magical, glittering with protection and enhancement and sometimes just raw love.

And the cape?

The cape is for flying.
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