Honestly, the main department store here has quite a selection, but there are boutiques in downtown Goldenrod. And seamstresses, but with the limited time, having something made would be terribly impractical.
[Lust wastes no time in leading on, used to the effect she has on people. Amoz pads along beside, ever watchful.]
Do you have a color preference or preferred palette?
Perhaps next year I will prepare in advance -- talk to a seamstress in February or March. These things happen yearly, yes? I certainly can't go wrong with being ready early.
[Angel didn't need but a second to mull over Lust's question. Perhaps she should have shied away from the color her projections were once affiliated with, but for whatever reason, it still stuck with her.]
A light blue, perhaps bordering on the cyan? What about you?
Maybe something red this year...I have to admit, it's nice being with someone who isn't frightened of my body. I like things that are fitted, things that are low cut. My husband had a religious sense of modesty.
[Which had informed Lust's fashion choices, in a variety of ways. Timothy, on the other hand, wasn't bothered or made uncomfortable by her more daring dresses. And she likes his reactions.]
I am glad that you and your partner are able to reach a compromise.
[Angel might have preferred modesty for herself, but she didn't expect it for anyone else. It wasn't her place to past judgement on others. That also, of course, applied to Lust's husband. He had his reasons., and she didn't know them.]
I know I say this a lot, but I am very happy for you two.
We didn't even need to go that lengths, he just...doesn't care what I wear or how I dress. I've never been possessed of much modesty, it's not something I was raised with. And I work very hard to look the way I do. Human bodies need so much upkeep...
[Even just to be passably functional! To go above and beyond...Lust spends a great deal of her time at her vanity or in the bathroom, tending to the dozens of little physical things that require it.]
But thank you. It's...well, it's been half of a year, now.
[Really, Angel wasn't surprised -- but she'd struggled so much with gaining weight again that she was a bit... taken aback. Perhaps it also helped that Lust made her physique and demeanor look almost effortless.]
[But then, she supposed that she'd never seen the woman late at night or early in the morning.]
Almost as long as I've been here! [She lifted a hand, stifling a laugh.] I really think he needs someone like you, and from what I've noticed, he 's very sweet and attentive. Perfect for you.
Oh god yes. Between maintaining a certain weight - for professional reasons, my brother has to be able to catch me and fling me about at great heights - and the day to day effect... it's a ridiculous amount of effort. Hair care, skin care, makeup, supportive underthings, shaving, tweezing, pinning and taping things so they stay where they ought...I have a corset and a girdle on right now.
[It was so much easier as a homunculus, all of that just...was. She didn't need to work at it. There are some things she misses about her inhuman nature, if she's honest.]
He's very sweet. But most importantly, we understand each other. That's vital to a romantic relationship, the ability to understand one another.
[The siren could have sworn she got both dizzy and achy at the mere reference to Lust's efforts. She never thought her own efforts of brushing her hair and teeth, washing her face and putting on clothes was that complicated, sure, but she also didn't think people had to go to that extent to prepare themselves.]
[It was hard to imagine, having the patience for all that.]
More or less. There's more effort needed, when I'm performing or going out for the evening. I like to look a certain way, it requires a great deal of effort. And there's weekly manicures and pedicures, trips to the hair salon, the spa...
[And dozens of other things that she does to maintain her appearance.]
[There were, admittedly, a lot of things that Angel hadn't understood about Lust's explanation, but the bizarre words she had just used stuck out the most.]
[Angel's studied the woman's fingers, enthralled by what she would have called perfection. Her own nails were cut in some places and jagged in others. Unconsciously, she shifted them behind her back.]
Perhaps... perhaps we could get that done too? Not this time, of course! But when we have time?
Of course, I have it done every week. But I'm very particular about my nails.
[Lust's nails are never unpainted, never clipped shorter than her fingertips, and fastidiously clean.]
Before I was completely human, they were different. More weapons and tools than just anatomical decoration. I can't bear to stand to see them ragged or unpolished and...flesh pink.
I suppose I don't really understand, but I can appreciate the sentiment.
[Back home, she wasn't allowed her own nail clippers, or anything that could have been used to aid her escape -- literal or metaphorical. Occasional medical visits had afforded her the occasional upkeep, but other than that, she relied on breakage and biting.]
There were seven of us, we each shared most characteristics, but each of us had our own unique gift. Mine was my talons. My nails could extend to great lengths, they were harder than diamond. The ultimate lance.
[She chuckles softly. She hasn't been called that in ages.]
That... sounds both terrifying and incredible, if I am being honest.
[Angel was inclined to think that it was a power far less likely to be abused, but knowing what little Lust had told her, she knew it was an inappropriate assumption to make. She had been able to surmise that both she and Lust had come from similar backgrounds.]
Well... after we pick out our dresses, then, why don't we get our nails done?
They were. I admit, there are things I miss about my former nature. There are aspects of human biology I will never grow comfortable with. But I think, overall, I prefer humanity. When another one of those odd weekends rolls around, I'll show them to you. I revert to my homunculus state for those days.
[Which is at this point simply jarring. Even when she knows that twice a year she's going to wake up ice cold and inhuman, it's still an unpleasant surprise when it happens.]
Hmm, it should be close enough to the weekend that the polish won't chip...alright. There's a place near the department store.
[Angel sucked on her lip, deep in thought for a moment. It seemed an intimate thing, showing off this creature Lust used to be. Perhaps not for the woman, but for the siren, it absolutely was.]
If you so choose, then I would be interested in seeing it. If you do, though, I would like to show you the person I used to be too. A mutual exchange is only fair.
[She nodded to the woman, looking down at her disastrous nails once more. Hopefully the staff wouldn't be too judgmental. And that they wouldn't mind her taking notes.]
Everyone who's been here for one of those weekends has seen me in my former state. I'm difficult to miss, I'm even more acrobatic than normal. I like to practice my routines on the rooftops.
[She'd terrified poor Timothy with it, the last time. She's rather glad she's never done any parkouring in front of him - at least as a homunculus he has the assurance that she can't be hurt if she falls.]
[Perhaps she was a bit like Timothy in that respect -- panicking at the slightest chance of one of her loved ones being hurt. Certain as she was that somehow, Lust would be alright no matter what happened, it was still a troubling thought to have.]
Not particularly. My powers stopped working, and that was it. They... did not do much to alter my physiology.
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[Lust wastes no time in leading on, used to the effect she has on people. Amoz pads along beside, ever watchful.]
Do you have a color preference or preferred palette?
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[Angel didn't need but a second to mull over Lust's question. Perhaps she should have shied away from the color her projections were once affiliated with, but for whatever reason, it still stuck with her.]
A light blue, perhaps bordering on the cyan? What about you?
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[It just does, once a year, along with all the other things that have become normalcy in this world.]
Blue suits you. I tend to favor dark greens and purples, but...we'll see.
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[Angel allowed her eyes to slide shut as she walked, letting herself envision Lust in both green and purple. A smile crept over her lips.]
It seems like it would be lovely on you. I can't wait to see what you wind up picking in the end.
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[Which had informed Lust's fashion choices, in a variety of ways. Timothy, on the other hand, wasn't bothered or made uncomfortable by her more daring dresses. And she likes his reactions.]
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[Angel might have preferred modesty for herself, but she didn't expect it for anyone else. It wasn't her place to past judgement on others. That also, of course, applied to Lust's husband. He had his reasons., and she didn't know them.]
I know I say this a lot, but I am very happy for you two.
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[Even just to be passably functional! To go above and beyond...Lust spends a great deal of her time at her vanity or in the bathroom, tending to the dozens of little physical things that require it.]
But thank you. It's...well, it's been half of a year, now.
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[Really, Angel wasn't surprised -- but she'd struggled so much with gaining weight again that she was a bit... taken aback. Perhaps it also helped that Lust made her physique and demeanor look almost effortless.]
[But then, she supposed that she'd never seen the woman late at night or early in the morning.]
Almost as long as I've been here! [She lifted a hand, stifling a laugh.] I really think he needs someone like you, and from what I've noticed, he 's very sweet and attentive. Perfect for you.
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[It was so much easier as a homunculus, all of that just...was. She didn't need to work at it. There are some things she misses about her inhuman nature, if she's honest.]
He's very sweet. But most importantly, we understand each other. That's vital to a romantic relationship, the ability to understand one another.
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[It was hard to imagine, having the patience for all that.]
And you do all of that daily?
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[And dozens of other things that she does to maintain her appearance.]
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[There were, admittedly, a lot of things that Angel hadn't understood about Lust's explanation, but the bizarre words she had just used stuck out the most.]
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[Lust pauses and turns to Angel, holding out her hand with her painted, neatly filed and manicured nails. Dark purple this week.]
Professionals pamper your hands and shape and decorate your nails for you. It's very soothing.
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Perhaps... perhaps we could get that done too? Not this time, of course! But when we have time?
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[Lust's nails are never unpainted, never clipped shorter than her fingertips, and fastidiously clean.]
Before I was completely human, they were different. More weapons and tools than just anatomical decoration. I can't bear to stand to see them ragged or unpolished and...flesh pink.
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[Back home, she wasn't allowed her own nail clippers, or anything that could have been used to aid her escape -- literal or metaphorical. Occasional medical visits had afforded her the occasional upkeep, but other than that, she relied on breakage and biting.]
Are you going to get them done before prom, then?
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[She chuckles softly. She hasn't been called that in ages.]
Of course, the color needs to match my dress.
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[Angel was inclined to think that it was a power far less likely to be abused, but knowing what little Lust had told her, she knew it was an inappropriate assumption to make. She had been able to surmise that both she and Lust had come from similar backgrounds.]
Well... after we pick out our dresses, then, why don't we get our nails done?
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[Which is at this point simply jarring. Even when she knows that twice a year she's going to wake up ice cold and inhuman, it's still an unpleasant surprise when it happens.]
Hmm, it should be close enough to the weekend that the polish won't chip...alright. There's a place near the department store.
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If you so choose, then I would be interested in seeing it. If you do, though, I would like to show you the person I used to be too. A mutual exchange is only fair.
[She nodded to the woman, looking down at her disastrous nails once more. Hopefully the staff wouldn't be too judgmental. And that they wouldn't mind her taking notes.]
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[She'd terrified poor Timothy with it, the last time. She's rather glad she's never done any parkouring in front of him - at least as a homunculus he has the assurance that she can't be hurt if she falls.]
Was there much change, when you came here?
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[Perhaps she was a bit like Timothy in that respect -- panicking at the slightest chance of one of her loved ones being hurt. Certain as she was that somehow, Lust would be alright no matter what happened, it was still a troubling thought to have.]
Not particularly. My powers stopped working, and that was it. They... did not do much to alter my physiology.