MAEA
A dress. Where was she supposed to find a dress? What did a nice dress even look like? Maea had spent so much time in the same ratty looking clothes that she had lost all sense of fashion. Not that she had ever had much of that to begin with; but there had been a time when she was likely to be found in frilly skirts and pale lace, boldly spoiling herself with everything she couldn't have while the Barrier lasted.
This time, she craved another kind of change. Like a moth emerging from a cocoon, Maea wanted to paint an image of herself that came closer to what she wanted to be. Someone stronger, more confident, who could be both beautiful and dangerous at the same time. That her dress would also be her armor was only fitting; but it meant she had to pick it carefully.
Despite her intentions though, Maea felt out of place as she roamed the boutiques of the Last Whisper. The shop keepers were beautifully dolled up, just like their patrons, and she stood out like a sore thumb. Like a lightning struck tree in the middle of a flower meadow, stark in her black and white and lost in the sea of colors, textures, weights and qualities, she ran scarred hands over wool and silk, satin and velvet and wondered what had gotten into her when she asked for a dress of all things.
Or a robe. A dress or a robe - there were options.
A loud 'tsk' issued from the direction of the counter when Maea pulled a dress from the rack. Looking up, she found some ladies giggling to each other and glancing her way; color started to burn in her cheeks, and the hastily put the garment back. Only to curse herself for giving a damn about what strangers might think of her.
Catching a glimpse of herself in a mirror, the person who stared back seemed like a stranger, too. The bold curve of her horns jutting from the tousled hair startled her, much like the glimpse of fangs when she tried a smile; grimacing back at pale creature, Maea turned away.
She might have to ask for help, after all. But from whom? That was the question.
This time, she craved another kind of change. Like a moth emerging from a cocoon, Maea wanted to paint an image of herself that came closer to what she wanted to be. Someone stronger, more confident, who could be both beautiful and dangerous at the same time. That her dress would also be her armor was only fitting; but it meant she had to pick it carefully.
Despite her intentions though, Maea felt out of place as she roamed the boutiques of the Last Whisper. The shop keepers were beautifully dolled up, just like their patrons, and she stood out like a sore thumb. Like a lightning struck tree in the middle of a flower meadow, stark in her black and white and lost in the sea of colors, textures, weights and qualities, she ran scarred hands over wool and silk, satin and velvet and wondered what had gotten into her when she asked for a dress of all things.
Or a robe. A dress or a robe - there were options.
A loud 'tsk' issued from the direction of the counter when Maea pulled a dress from the rack. Looking up, she found some ladies giggling to each other and glancing her way; color started to burn in her cheeks, and the hastily put the garment back. Only to curse herself for giving a damn about what strangers might think of her.
Catching a glimpse of herself in a mirror, the person who stared back seemed like a stranger, too. The bold curve of her horns jutting from the tousled hair startled her, much like the glimpse of fangs when she tried a smile; grimacing back at pale creature, Maea turned away.
She might have to ask for help, after all. But from whom? That was the question.
I'm an angel bored like hell
And you're a devil meaning well
And you're a devil meaning well
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
