Custom Breathing Styles Novels & Stories

Something soft, stylish, his. ​ He crossed to the digi-wardrobe, a seamless panel of crystal that hummed faintly when he approached. ​ “Customize outfit,” he said aloud. “Breathable. Mid-thigh shorts, tunic-style top. Sheer but modest. Incorporate Zephyrian traditional designs—keep it respectful, nothing that violates custom.” ​

I pause, fingers brushing the soft fabric of a deep sapphire-blue gown—elegant and flowing. “You… picked out all these?” “Yeah, well, I wasn’t sure about your style, so I grabbed a bunch of options. Don’t complain—I had to argue with a snobby designer who wanted to charge triple because ‘a Luna deserves premium silk.’” She mimics air quotes, rolling her eyes. A lump rises in my throat. Seeing this—someone putting in the effort, caring enough to do this for me—it hits harder than I expected. “Thanks,” I murmur, voice soft as we start sorting the dresses, sleepwear, and undergarments into the once-empty drawers. My cheeks burn a little at some of the more… intimate pieces.

I don't know what it is, but something is definitely off about her today. "Plus she's not dressed like a homeless person." Max defends Kristen's choice of clothing before Mckayla can answer Tatiana's question. "I like her style, it's a mixture of tomboyish and vintage." "Well, unlike my mother I don't really put much thought in what I wear. I suppose I didn't inherit her stylish gene." Kristen says as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. Max grabs both her hands. "Well you have us now and we will help you with anything including picking out clothes."